Wei Weiwei's eyes lit up: "Junior Sister is going to sell it?"
Xue Shan nodded in agreement, saying, "That's a good idea. Things are valued for their rarity. There are many talented and extraordinary people in the cultivation world. Maybe some people really like using this kind of porcelain."
"Doing business?" Wei Weiwei asked Zhu Yi with curiosity.
"Doing business." Zhu Yi finished throwing the herbs into the two plain white alchemy furnaces and then cheerfully instructed Wei Weiwei, "Weiwei, if you think playing with clay is fun, you can make some more practical things, like basins and small soup pots!"
"I'm going to start refining pills now. If we can successfully pass this level, I plan to stay here for another day and refine more useful items to sell. May our wealth increase significantly."
Wei Weiwei wondered, would anyone want something so cold and gloomy?
While she was struggling with her doubts, Xue Shan had already shakily picked up digging tools and started digging the soft mud at the bottom of the hillside.
Okay, let's support it with actions.
Weiwei stopped worrying about it and rolled up her sleeves to get back to work.
This time, she also patiently carved some simple patterns on the porcelain.
Although she doesn't yet know what Zhu Yi's business plans are, she is still willing to trust Zhu Yi.
If these things are sold in the future, she can earn spirit stones. If they are not sold, she can just consider it as her putting in more effort now, and there is no loss.
Referring to the annotations in "Collection of Formulas for Saving the World", Zhu Yi reconfigured the formula for Rongyin Pill, selected herbs with heavy yin energy from the hillside of Qizhong, added the tooth powder reluctantly contributed by the zombie leader, soaked it in spring water, and re-refined the antidote.
Wood-elemental energy enveloped the pure white alchemy furnace. Zhu Yi closed her eyes to sense the activity of the medicinal herbs. Evening primrose, seven-leaf flower, and frost root began to release their medicinal properties under the dark blue flames.
The addition of spring water dispelled the excessive coldness inside the alchemy furnace. Zhu Yi then placed a wisp of yang fire on the lid of the furnace. The flame flickered, appearing both striking and abrupt amidst the surrounding dark blue flames.
Extremely cold and yin elements can easily cause the alchemy furnace to explode; adding a wisp of yang fire is just right to balance it.
Wei Weiwei and Xue Shan kneaded mud on the side while protecting Zhu Yi.
Wei Weiwei had a sudden thought: "It was always Junior Sister who controlled the fire to fire the porcelain before, I want to try it too."
"I'll help you gather firewood, why don't you give it a try!" Xue Shan was in a good mood. She didn't have a fire spirit root and wasn't familiar with fire control techniques, so she could do some odd jobs so her two friends could focus on their research without worry.
As she spoke, Xue Shan got up to gather firewood.
Controlling the ghostly flames requires these eerie firewoods as a catalyst; otherwise, the flames' power will be diminished. This is what Zhu Yi discovered while firing porcelain.
"I think Junior Sister is right. Trying to refine the Netherworld Ghost Fire for your own use is not a bad thing. Go ahead and give it a try!"
Encouraged by Xue Shan, Wei Weiwei became even more interested in trying to control the ghost fire.
"I can only control its flames now, I can't refine it directly..." Wei Weiwei bit her red lips, a little worried that she would blow up the small earthen kiln, which had been built with great difficulty.
"Give it a try! Didn't Junior Sister say that this is also her first time trying to fire porcelain? Look, the 'Porcelain Firing Guide' is still here. You can study it!" There was a strange temptation in Xue Shan's words, and Wei Weiwei was even more tempted.
She gently took the "Porcelain Firing Guide," carefully reviewing the requirements and precautions for setting the flame. After a long while, she carried the clay pieces she and Xue Shan had just sculpted towards the kiln.
Wei Weiwei began to circulate her fire spirit energy, and a wisp of red flame flowed from her fingertips. The small red flame drifted into the dark blue flame and was instantly swallowed up. Weiwei took advantage of this and activated the fire control technique from her family's secret manual. Under her command, the dark blue flame orderly surrounded the small earthen kiln.
Xue Shan watched with envy. Her two junior sisters, one refining pills and the other making porcelain, were both so talented. Did this make her seem too useless? Could she only silently gather firewood on the side?
What's this called? Roll it up! Just like Zhu Yi often says: "Life still needs to be rolled up a bit. Roll it up, and you'll have more room for improvement! Roll it up, and you'll be better than others! Roll it up, and you can do something big!"
Xue Shan tidied up her storage bag. Feeling that her two junior sisters were so interested in the Netherworld Ghost Fire, she simply took out an axe and went to get them more firewood so that they would have something to use when they left.
In the dim blue flames, Zhu Yi seemed to see a figure. Drowsily, she drifted off to sleep again.
The dream flashed by, and the young man was dressed in a black outfit, with a narrow waist and broad shoulders. He no longer had the gentle and warm demeanor he had when they first met. Beneath his handsome face, there was a hint of weariness and domineering.
Inside the rest pavilion on the back mountain of Baima Temple, Xiao Zhuyi finally met Jiang Lin. She was happy, but before she could get to Jiang Lin's side, she was frightened by his gloomy expression.
Zhu Yi rarely saw him like this, and she knew in her heart that she was dreaming again.
The man before her was Jiang Lin. If Zhu Yi wasn't mistaken, he was Su Linyuan's past life.
Little Zhu Yi stood behind Jiang Lin, her eyes brimming with tears, her little nose red from crying. Jiang Lin, with his back to her, was expressionless and spoke coldly: "Get out! Don't ever show your face in front of me again!"
“I…I’m not leaving!” Xiao Zhuyi said firmly.
"Brother Jiang Lin, what's wrong? Didn't you say that after you come back from this training, we would invite a master to be our witness, and that we would get married and stay together forever?"
Xiao Zhuyi was unwilling to give up. She didn't want to leave Jiang Lin and couldn't understand why, after everything was fine before, Jiang Lin's personality had changed so drastically since he returned from his training in the mortal realm.
"There's no reason." Jiang Lin still refused to turn around and look at Xiao Zhuyi. His gaze was long and cold, without a trace of joy or doting. It was as if the patient and gentle man who had always granted Xiao Zhuyi's requests was a fake.
"I've fallen for Jiang Chenying. I won't marry you, and I don't plan to live with you in the future. That's it. Don't come looking for me again. Go back to Denglin!" Jiang Lin said all this in one breath and then walked away.
Xiao Zhuyi ran a few steps while crying, then grabbed Jiang Lin's arm, her voice urgent and helpless: "Brother Jiang Lin, what happened? Weren't we doing well together for the past three years?"
"While you were away, I studied magic diligently every day. Even the Great Monk Jiujiu said I've made great progress and am much more powerful than before. In the future, I can travel the world with you, slaying demons and monsters. I won't be a burden to you!"
Little Zhu Yi cried her heart out; she didn't understand, she really didn't understand.
Why did things change so suddenly? Jiang Lin told her to go back to Deng Lin without any hesitation, leaving her no room for maneuver.
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