Golden runes disappeared into the alchemist's back.
Wei Qinghe quickly selected the medicinal herbs and casually picked up an ordinary-looking alchemy furnace from the corner.
"Young friend, aren't you going to choose a different alchemy furnace?"
The old man seemed somewhat displeased by Wei Qinghe's casual attitude.
After all, the alchemy furnace is very important to an alchemist.
"The alchemy furnace is just a tool; alchemy depends on one's own skill."
Wei Qinghe understood the old man's meaning; she had done it on purpose.
She quickly joined the alchemy practice, but this time she did not extract the medicinal liquid in her hands. Instead, she proceeded step by step according to the old tradition.
The other alchemists remained unresponsive, completely absorbed in refining their own pills.
The old man kept a close eye on Wei Qinghe's alchemy practice and would occasionally exchange a few words with her.
Wei Qinghe occasionally answered, but a wisp of her divine sense had already been released silently. With the addition of runes that concealed her aura, it did not attract the old man's attention.
Before Wei Qinghe could go upstairs, she saw an alchemist rushing down like a madman and then running out of the tower without looking back.
He kept muttering to himself, "How could it fail? This is exactly how it was made, how could it fail in the end?"
The old man was unfazed by such sights; instead, he wandered among the various alchemists, observing their alchemy process.
Wei Qinghe found it strange that without a pill tribulation, the pills wouldn't be refined to their best. "Is there no pill tribulation when refining pills inside the tower?"
The old man smiled and shook his head, "There is no pill tribulation here, but the pills refined here are the same. Young friend, you can refine them with peace of mind."
Wei Qinghe's divine sense failed to reach the second floor; the stairs on the second floor seemed to be deliberately blocking it.
Wei Qinghe quickly withdrew her divine sense. Even though she was refining pills very casually, her pills were still successful.
"It's actually a top-grade pill! And the purity is quite high too. Young friend, you are the most skilled alchemist I have ever seen."
The old man rushed to Wei Qinghe's side immediately, used his spiritual power to lift the pill, and examined it carefully.
Wei Qinghe looked at the unassuming alchemy furnace in surprise. She seemed to be very casual about it, so how could she still refine such high-level and high-quality pills?
Isn't this the worst alchemy furnace?
"High-grade, high-purity pills?" The alchemists, who had previously shown no reaction to anything, suddenly began to examine Wei Qinghe's pills with a frenzy.
They looked at Wei Qinghe's pills and suddenly burst into tears.
"There are actually people who can refine such good pills. I'm just not up to the task."
"I can refine high-grade pills when I'm outside, so why can't I refine them even once here?"
"I am still a mid-level fifth-grade alchemist. Since I came here, I have never succeeded in refining pills, let alone achieving the required grade and purity."
"Fellow Daoist, can you tell us how you refine pills? Why did you not only succeed, but also produce such high-quality pills?"
"Fellow Daoist, please teach us."
Several alchemists were practically kneeling before Wei Qinghe.
It turns out that even these alchemists have moments of lucidity.
The old man suddenly took away all the pills that Wei Qinghe had refined, saying, "Just because you can't refine them doesn't mean others can't."
Wei Qinghe suddenly had a whimsical thought, "You were all very skilled alchemists outside, so why did you become so incompetent after coming here?"
"I'm only a level three alchemist outside, and I've never refined such a good pill before."
"Why don't you watch me refine it again?" Wei Qinghe needed to go upstairs to find out more.
Going up alone would attract too much attention, but if she brought more people with her, then someone would help her disperse the fire, making things much easier for her.
Before the old man could object, five or six alchemists had already surrounded Wei Qinghe.
"Good, good, good, fellow Daoist, hurry up and refine the pills, we will learn carefully."
No one knows how long they've been trapped here, but now that they finally see hope, they naturally want to seize this opportunity.
The old man had initially wanted to stop him, but seeing that Wei Qinghe was already refining pills, he decided not to. He also observed Wei Qinghe's pill refining process more carefully.
At such a young age, he has already refined high-grade pills as a level three alchemist.
"We're refining pills in this order too, there's no mistake."
"I even infused the medicinal herbs with spiritual energy. Shouldn't I have infused them with spiritual energy as well?"
"Yes, yes, I also infused it with spiritual power. Could there be an error here?"
Wei Qinghe kept an eye on the old man's movements out of the corner of his eye, while also analyzing the alchemist's mistakes.
Several alchemists said they had infused spiritual energy into the pills. "The spiritual energy here is abundant and pure. It must be because you infused spiritual energy that your pill refining failed."
"Try it now, without injecting spiritual power."
The alchemists suddenly understood and became excited.
The old man approached Wei Qinghe's alchemy furnace. "Young friend, you are indeed exceptionally intelligent, and so kind-hearted, sharing your knowledge without reservation..."
Many cultivators in secret realms are selfish, fearing that others will surpass them, and will not give their opponents any chance.
Wei Qinghe slowly withdrew her fire elemental power. "I didn't do anything. This five-story tower doesn't specify how many people can go up, does it?"
The rich and pure fragrance of elixir wafted over again, and the old man smiled with satisfaction.
"Old man, may I take this alchemy furnace up with me?"
Even though the pills hadn't been produced yet, and Wei Qinghe already knew the result, she still felt that this alchemy furnace was very different.
The old man looked at the alchemy furnace with disdain. It had no shape, no style, and no decorative crystals. It was just an ordinary alchemy furnace.
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