This Crimson Sun Ginseng was one of the main gains from his last trip to the black market. It contains pure Yang attribute energy, which is very beneficial for consolidating his foundation and improving his cultivation level. It is just right for him to consolidate his Qi Refining stage now.
Looking at the sturdy pressure cooker on the kitchen stove, Ling Qingxue prepared to guide Zhang Shaozhong in refining the Red Sun Ginseng!
Ye Meier, dressed in a silk nightgown and slippers, leaned against the kitchen doorframe, munching on an apple while watching the commotion. Hearing this, she scoffed, "Pretentious hypocrite, are you really going to take 'immortal alchemy' and 'modern kitchenware' to the extreme?"
Ling Qingxue didn't even glance at her, but instructed Zhang Shaozhong: "Remove impurities and keep the essence. Wrap the Crimson Sun Ginseng in the chaotic energy and place it in the cauldron. I will guide you to control the heat and pressure."
Zhang Shaozhong took a deep breath, trying to suppress his worry that "this thing might explode."
After all, the results of using a pressure cooker with chaotic energy to decoct ordinary medicinal herbs were surprisingly good, although the process was... a bit nerve-wracking.
He concentrated his mind and calmed his spirit, mobilizing the wisp of gray chaotic energy within his body to carefully wrap the Crimson Sun Ginseng.
When the chaotic energy came into contact with the pure yang energy of the Crimson Sun Ginseng, it not only did not reject it, but instead seemed to encounter something delicious and became slightly more active.
Place the Crimson Sun Ginseng, which is enveloped in chaotic energy, into a clean pressure cooker, and add a small amount of spring water containing a faint spiritual energy, as specified by Ling Qingxue.
"Cover it, but don't close the valve completely yet."
Ling Qingxue gave the instructions, while simultaneously extending her jade-like hand and pressing it against the pressure cooker lid from a distance. A wisp of pure, icy spiritual energy seeped in, establishing a subtle connection with the chaotic energy that Zhang Shaozhong had attached to the Crimson Sun Ginseng.
"Light the fire. Slowly simmer it, using your chaotic energy as a guide, sensing the changes in the medicinal power within the ginseng, and gradually increasing the pressure as guided by my spiritual power."
Ling Qingxue's voice was clear and steady, carrying a reassuring power.
Zhang Shaozhong turned on the gas stove as instructed and turned it to low. He closed his eyes, immersing himself entirely in the pressure cooker. Through the wisp of chaotic energy, he could "see" the Crimson Ginseng slowly softening under the gradually increasing temperature and pressure. The pure, crimson medicinal power was being extracted and integrated into the pressure cooker bit by bit by his chaotic energy, like a trickle of water.
This process is extremely mentally taxing. He must precisely control the intensity of the chaotic energy to ensure that the medicinal power is effectively extracted without damaging the spiritual structure of the Red Sun Ginseng itself.
Fine beads of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead.
Ye Meier had stopped eating her apple and was watching the scene with great interest.
She could feel the energy inside the pressure cooker gathering and purifying in a strange way.
"Increase the pressure," Ling Qingxue said at the opportune moment.
Zhang Shaozhong carefully closed the pressure cooker's valve, while simultaneously increasing the output of chaotic energy.
"Hissing..." The pressure cooker began to emit a tense hissing sound, and the pot vibrated slightly.
"Stay calm! Control your temper!"
Ling Qingxue gave a low shout, her spiritual power acting like a highly precise regulator, helping Zhang Shaozhong balance the speed at which the raging energy and chaotic energy within the pot were being absorbed.
Zhang Shaozhong gritted his teeth, feeling as if he were trying to tame a wild horse about to break free.
In his perception, the pressure cooker seemed to have become an energy vortex, where the medicinal power of the Crimson Sun Ginseng, chaotic energy, water vapor, pressure... all kinds of forces intertwined and collided. If it weren't for Ling Qingxue, a great master in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, guiding and suppressing it, he, with his half-baked Qi Refining stage, would have lost control long ago.
"This thing... is much more tiring than fighting..."
Zhang Shaozhong groaned inwardly, but dared not relax his control over his hands and spiritual energy in the slightest.
As time went on, the vibrations of the pressure cooker gradually subsided, and the hissing sound became more even.
In Zhang Shaozhong's perception, the Crimson Sun Ginseng in the pot had completely dissolved, turning into a thick, viscous spiritual liquid surrounded by crimson clouds. His chaotic energy, like a gray cocoon, tightly enveloped the spiritual liquid, constantly absorbing and refining it, and its own gray color seemed to be tinged with a faint warmth.
Ling Qingxue carefully observed Zhang Shaozhong's condition and the energy reaction inside the pot, and nodded slightly: "The medicinal power has been 90% dissolved, and the chaotic energy has been well integrated. You can turn off the fire now."
Zhang Shaozhong felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly turned off the fire, but he didn't dare to take his hand off the pot lid, continuing to output chaotic energy for the final warming.
"Tsk tsk, you actually managed to pull it off?"
Ye Meier leaned closer and curiously probed with her divine sense. "Although the technique was so crude it was an eyesore, the medicinal power... was extracted quite purely! It's no worse than what a typical Qi Refining stage cultivator would produce using a broken alchemy furnace!"
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Ling Qingxue said, "That's enough."
Zhang Shaozhong let out a long sigh of relief. He was completely exhausted, feeling more tired than if he had fought ten matches against Scarface.
He carefully opened the pressure cooker lid.
There was no explosion or burnt smell as expected; instead, a rich and pleasant medicinal aroma instantly filled the entire kitchen and even drifted into the living room.
At the bottom of the pot lay a thin layer of crystal-clear, viscous ointment, like a ruby, with faint red glow flowing on the surface, exuding a pure and yang energy.
"It's done!" Zhang Shaozhong exclaimed in delight.
With a flick of her finger, Ling Qingxue sent the ball of Crimson Sun Ginseng Paste flying into a jade box she had prepared beforehand. She examined it carefully and nodded: "The medicinal power is well preserved, more than 90% of the impurities have been removed, and the chaotic energy has also been incorporated into it, making the medicinal properties easier to absorb, and it also carries a trace of chaotic characteristics. The effect should be 30% stronger than ordinary Crimson Sun Ginseng Pills."
"Haha! You're awesome, homeowner!"
Ye Meier patted Zhang Shaozhong on the shoulder, making him stumble. "A pressure cooker alchemy master! Who would believe that?"
Zhang Shaozhong slumped into a chair in the kitchen, wiped his sweat, and looked at the box of valuable Chiyang ginseng paste, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.
Although the process was a bit thrilling, the result was good!
"Take a break and let this ointment absorb quickly."
Ling Qingxue handed him the jade box, saying, "Strike while the iron is hot and consolidate your cultivation."
Zhang Shaozhong took the still-warm jade box and nodded emphatically.
Ye Meier's eyes darted around, and she hatched another mischievous plan. She moved closer to Ling Qingxue and nudged her with her elbow: "Pretending to be high and mighty, huh! This 'when husband and wife are of one mind, their strength can break metal'? One controls the fire and the other works hard to melt the medicine, their teamwork is quite perfect!"
Ling Qingxue glanced at her expressionlessly, turned and left, leaving behind only a cold remark: "Noisy."
But Zhang Shaozhong clearly saw that the fairy's fair earlobe seemed to... turn slightly red?
Watching Ling Qingxue's retreating figure, Ye Meier laughed triumphantly, then turned back to wink at Zhang Shaozhong: "Go for it, Master! Absorb this treasure, and maybe you'll be able to withstand even more of my 'special guidance' tonight!"
Zhang Shaozhong: "..." He decided to go back to his room to cultivate immediately!
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