Chapter 143 - Refining The Golden Spirit Pills [I]

Since other spirit herbs could be spawned, then could he make medicinal pills by himself. But, what about alchemy manual how to refine pills, where would he get them from? Fei Hong was not stupid. As a disciple who had just started, if he carelessly asked about alchemy manual on how to refine pills, wouldn't he blatantly be telling others that he had spirit grass here?

After thinking about it, he set his eyes on Old Man Wu. This uncle had a weird temper, but Fei Hong had seen many old man's notes in the refining room in the past two days, which were all about the experience on refining tools and alchemy. Although he searched for a long time and couldn't find the pill formula he wanted, at least he could see from these pill formulas that the old man had a good temperament.

This kind of person, of course, would take the base material for refining equipment and alchemy very seriously. If he could hand in the full amount of spirit grass and armor every year, or even more, this old man might reward him with these things.

After making up his mind, Fei Hong began to water the planted herbs during the day. In the first half of the night, the red-topped flower was born, and in the second half of the night, he entered the boring period of regulated breathing.

At this time, Lingxiu Mountain had already begun to prepare for the iceberg in order to find the spring of life in two years' time. Many disciples with good talent had begun to be valued by their elders and they were taught how to practice some useful exercises. Towards the adventure, it began to be used a lot.

The success or failure of the trip to the iceberg would determine the development of a sect in the next few years. If there was a failure, the entire sect may struggle to cope with the difficulties of the cultivation world and slowly decline.

In this way, Fei Hong, who spent all day in the medicine garden and the refining room, became a forgotten disciple.

Time passed by like a petal in the wind, and soon, more than three months had passed. 

This night, Fei Hong tightly shut the doors of the refining room and the medicine garden, sitting cross-legged in the corner of the garden. He continued looking at a dark green plant more than one foot high in front of him. At its tip, there was a bud, the size of a fingernail, swaying in the breeze.

This is the red top flower that had been spawned for a hundred years. For more than three months, Fei Hong used the yellow bead to grow it every night. And until this day, it had been one hundred and five days. Just tonight, this red top flower will bloom the last flower of its life, and then wither and die.

Fei Hong stared at it intently, wanting to see what this last red-topped flower, which could be compared with a fairy, would look like. And it could only survive for one day and night, so it must be refined into a pill within one day and night.

When the moon slowly disappeared into the night sky, the bud began to move slowly. Fei Hong watched this peculiar scene. The flower buds slowly split open with four emerald green leaves, revealing the bright red petals inside. Then, the ten outermost petals began to bloom. After a few minutes, the ten petals outside fully bloomed, revealing eight petals that were even brighter on inside.

"It really is a red top flower..." Fei Hong couldn't help expressing his emotion.

Soon, the eight petals inside also quickly opened, revealing the most beautiful and enchanting six petals inside!

Fei Hong was stunned: he had never seen such a beautiful flower before. At first glance, they looked unusually beautiful, and the crimson petals seemed to be dripping blood. But the more he looked at the flowers, the more attractive they became.

At this moment, a faint floral fragrance floated out, like the smell of a mountain top...

Fei Hong took a deep breath of the fragrance of the flowers, smiled, folded the flowers lightly, and rushed towards the refining room.

In the refining room, Fei Hong had already prepared the fire and the cauldron. He decided to use the red pot and cauldron, because it had the backbone of a monster on its body, which was very beneficial to the fusion of the spirit grass.

Several flavors of spirit grasses for refining the Golden Pill had been prepared, including the most difficult to find, the Lingshan grass and a century-old red top flower.

Fei Hong didn't dare to delay. He felt the temperature of the lower cauldron and discovered that it was suitable, so he put a few flavors of the spirit grass into it.

In the past few months, he had used those very good spirit grasses to refine several of the most common spirit pills. From the beginning, they always failed to form, then the pill cracked, and finally the final form was released. 

An inexperienced alchemist, of course, he had no confidence in himself. This Golden Pill was an ancient one. If he could easily refine a half-bottle of vinegar, he could be out of luck, but he couldn't help it. 

If he waited any longer, there may be some changes. It was better to refine the red top flower as soon as possible, and use the time of a day and night to refine the Golden Pill.

Soon, Fei Hong smelled a strong medicinal fragrance. He knew that he couldn't use spiritual energy now, so the success rate of refining the spiritual pills was very low, and he could only rely on his own skills and somewhat strange heat to perfect the pill.

Fei Hong sniffed and nodded, knowing that the elixir spirit grass in the cauldron had been refined into a liquid.. Then he frowned slightly, turned around and opened the furnace's vents a few more times, increasing the fire.