The next day, early morning.

"Get up."

Qin Gengyun opened his eyes with difficulty, and Qiu Zhihe's pretty yet cold little round face appeared in front of him.

"Fellow Daoist Qiu, I will sleep for another stick of incense. Just one stick of incense!"

Qin Gengyun refined for a whole day yesterday and finally produced twenty bags. He did not go to bed until three quarters past three in the morning, and has only slept for an hour so far.

Continuing to refine the elixir in this way was really too exhausting of his spiritual power and consciousness. At this moment, Qin Gengyun was extremely tired and could hardly open his eyes.

After all, he had just become a first-level alchemist not long ago, and being able to refine twenty bags of pills in one day was already considered rapid progress.

But his spiritual power and consciousness were not strong enough to sustain it.

Wow!

The quilt on his body was suddenly lifted off and his body was pulled directly out of the bed.

Now you have to wake up even if you don’t want to.

"Fellow Daoist Qiu, you..."

Qin Gengyun was about to speak when he saw Qiu Zhihe had already walked into the kitchen.

"Come in and eat."

Qin Gengyun had no choice but to go into the kitchen. There was already some spiritual porridge and a basket of buns on the table.

"Fellow Daoist Qiu, you're out buying breakfast so early?"

Although Qiu Zhihe looked indifferent, if she had not provided him with the Qingling Grass and pushed him all the time during these days, he might not have made such rapid progress.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Qiu."

Qin Gengyun thanked her solemnly, but Qiu Zhihe lowered her head to drink her porridge and ignored her. Qin Gengyun smiled and sat down to eat as well.

The two finished their breakfast in silence. Under Qiu Zhihe's stern gaze, Qin Gengyun did not dare to delay for even a second. He sat down in front of the alchemy furnace again and continued to refine the elixir.

He refined twenty bags of Qingfeng Powder yesterday. At this rate, he would be able to refine exactly two hundred bags on the tenth day.

But Qin Gengyun knew in his heart that this was not the way to calculate it.

Because on the first day alone, he felt that his spiritual power and spiritual awareness were almost exhausted.

If you want to recover completely, you have to take a day off.

But then it would naturally be too late.

There is no choice but to grit my teeth and continue.

In the early morning of the next day, at the hour of Yin, Qin Gengyun finally refined another twenty bags.

At this moment, he was already dizzy and his whole body was sore. These were signs that his mind was extremely tired and his spiritual energy was exhausted.

Qin Gengyun couldn't hold on any longer, so he climbed onto the bed and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

I don’t know how long I slept, but a strong fragrance penetrated my nostrils, and it caused a trace of spiritual energy to surge in the spiritual field in my body that was almost exhausted.

Qin Gengyun opened his eyes and opened his mouth subconsciously: "It smells good."

Qiu Zhihe's voice came from the side: "Get up and eat."

Qin Gengyun stood up and walked into the kitchen, only to see a pot of meat soup on the table. The soup was rich and the meat pieces were glowing slightly, with chopped green onions, star anise, fennel, peppercorns and other spices sprinkled on the soup.

The aroma you smell outside is already extremely tempting. When you get closer and smell it, it's a refreshing feeling that penetrates your soul and makes you salivate.

This is definitely not ordinary spirit flesh!

Qin Gengyun looked at Qiu Zhihe in surprise: "Fellow Daoist Qiu, what kind of meat is this?"

Qiu Zhihe said, "Fellow Daoist Chen said that he needs to buy high-grade spiritual meat to make meat soup."

Qin Gengyun was puzzled. What grade of spiritual flesh could be so fragrant and restore the lost spiritual power just by smelling it?

Qiu Zhihe glanced at him, her almond eyes cold: "If you don't want to eat it, I'll pour it out."

“Eat, eat!”

Qin Gengyun quickly sat down, filled a bowl, took a sip tentatively, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately began to work hard.

The broth was so delicious, and with every bite of meat he swallowed, Qin Gengyun could clearly feel his spiritual power and consciousness recovering rapidly.

After finishing a bowl, Qin Gengyun found Qiu Zhihe still sitting quietly, so he asked:

"Fellow Daoist Qiu, don't you want to eat?"

Qiu Zhihe shook her head and urged coldly: "Hurry up and finish eating, and make the medicine."

Qin Gengyun understood that Qiu Zhihe had specially stewed this pot of broth for him to help restore his spiritual power.

What a good wife at home!

Qin Gengyun was moved and continued to eat meat.

Soon, Qin Gengyun had eaten up all the spiritual meat soup, not even a drop of soup was left.

Qin Gengyun bowed to Qiu Zhihe and said, "Fellow Daoist Qiu, I will go and make the elixir right away. Thank you very much!"

Qiu Zhihe nodded expressionlessly. When Qin Gengyun walked out of the kitchen, she looked into the pot where not a drop of soup was left, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

At this moment, a shrill howl came from outside the house:

"Who the hell stole my spirit mastiff? My Gale!!"

Qin Gengyun asked curiously, "Isn't this Meng Yu from next door? His spirit mastiff was stolen?"

Meng Yu was still howling outside: "Whoever stole my Gale, I curse your clan to die miserably!"

Qin Gengyun shook his head, ignored it and concentrated on making the elixir.

In the next few days, Qin Gengyun did not go out of the door and stayed in the house to make pills.

Whenever his spiritual energy and spiritual awareness were exhausted, Qiu Zhihe would stew the high-grade spiritual meat soup for him to eat.

And so it was, until the ninth day.

In front of the bronze furnace, Qin Gengyun opened his eyes.

"It's done!"

He opened the alchemy furnace and put the piles of glowing particles inside into bags, filling a total of thirty bags.

In the first few days, Qin Gengyun could only use four Qingling herbs at a time to refine twenty bags of Qingfeng Powder.

On the fifth day, Qin Gengyun was able to use five Qingling herbs at a time to refine twenty-five bags of Qingfeng Powder.

By the seventh day, Qin Gengyun had invested six plants at a time and refined thirty bags.

In this way, Qin Gengyun completed the original ten-day deadline in nine days.

He had never dared to imagine such a speed before.

At the same time, Qin Gengyun could feel that his experience in alchemy had also improved a lot. Next time he would be able to try to refine a real "magic pill" instead of this low-level "magic powder".

"Fellow Daoist Qiu, I'm done!"

Qin Gengyun walked into the kitchen excitedly, only to see another pot of broth on the table.

"Have a meal."

Qiu Zhihe said lightly.

"good."

Qin Gengyun smiled, sat down, filled a bowl, took two bites, and looked up in surprise:

"Fellow Daoist Qiu, why does the broth taste different today than it did a few days ago?"

Qiu Zhihe said: "I added a few herbs."

Qin Gengyun had an ominous premonition in his heart: "What medicinal material?"

Qiu Zhihe glanced at him: "Aphrodisiac."

“…”

Two hours later.

[Marriage relationship: 15/100. Marriage relationship stage: still needs to be adjusted. Bonus: 1]

[Obtain training points: 3]

…

【Name: Qin Gengyun】

【Lifespan: 35/40】

[Cultivation: Qi training level 3, 11/500]

[Skills: First-level Alchemist, 53/200]

[Spiritual roots: Fire-type lower-grade spiritual roots (59/100), Ice-type lower-grade spiritual roots (66/100)]

[Available training points: 24]

Qin Gengyun felt sore in the waist. He turned his head to look at Qiu Zhihe who was lying with her back to him and sighed helplessly.

"Plow, cultivate, add some."