"Also, I trust my uncle."
"Master may not know, but even my father listens to my uncle, so I can't go wrong by listening to him."
He was all smiles, and his eyes were clear.
After looking at him for a long time, Song Tingwan sighed and said, "Bring out all the pills you've refined."
Baili Xijiang's eyes lit up, and he quickly took something out of his storage ring.
The scattered bottles were piled up into a small mountain.
Song Tingwan casually picked a bottle and opened it.
Second-grade Rejuvenating Pill.
The pills were pitted and uneven; she frowned slightly and lowered her eyes to sniff them.
The fragrance was not very noticeable.
"Regardless of grade, give me your most perfect Core Formation."
Baili Xijiang buried himself in the hills, searching high and low, and then eagerly handed over a bottle.
First-grade Strengthening Pill.
The pills were round and had a pleasant fragrance.
Song Tingwan's brows relaxed, and she spoke to him again: "You've been studying for half a month, and you still can't refine the pills in the recipe?"
Speaking of this, Baili Xijiang complained with a bitter face: "It's all my fault for handing in the wrong pill and ending up in Class C. I heard that other classes are already learning second-grade pills, while we haven't even started learning first-grade pills yet."
Song Tingwan recalled Elder Pei, whom she had just met, and asked, "Oh? Because the alchemists in Class C have poor aptitude?"
"No, it's because of Elder Pei."
Seeing her confusion, Baili Xijiang slapped his forehead and immediately told her about Class C.
Historically, the disciples of Class C would desperately try to squeeze into Classes A and B because Elder Pei, who taught in Class C, was pedantic and stubborn. He believed that alchemy required one's own spiritual energy as a furnace, and that relying on a furnace meant relying on external forces.
Everyone else can do it, so why is he the only one who says it can't?
Furthermore, the alchemy methods he taught were too slow and difficult. Even if some disciples who agreed with his philosophy stayed, they would transfer to other classes for various reasons.
In the end, Elder Pei's Class C will always be empty.
"Just in the past half month, other classes have already mastered the first-grade pill, while our class is still learning how to extract the spiritual energy from spiritual plants."
Baili Xijiang complained enthusiastically, ranting and raving about everything that had happened.
But when he came to his senses, he found that Song Tingwan's expression was normal.
“…Master, don’t you think Elder Pei is strange?”
Song Tingwan smiled and said, "When I was learning alchemy, I also started learning from this."
"The spiritual energy is separated from the spiritual plants in order to better control the divine sense and not to use the alchemy furnace. It is also to let you understand how the pills are made step by step from the spiritual plants."
Baili Xijiang was stunned. He had been complaining for so long, but he had wronged Elder Pei.
"It turns out we didn't appreciate Elder Pei's good intentions."
Song Tingwan chuckled lightly, "Show me what you've learned recently."
If he has a good grasp of spiritual sense, you can start teaching him; otherwise, continue practicing.
Baili Xijiang nodded slightly nervously, took out a spiritual plant in front of her, and tried his best to calmly extract the spiritual energy.
Some of the disciples around them became much quieter, wondering why they were still working so hard after class, perhaps they were secretly trying to impress everyone.
This caused some of the disciples to turn back and go back to cultivate.
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