Fang Hao's eyes trembled and he didn't ask any further.

He went back to the process of alchemy again.

Speaking of alchemy, it is really a transitional time. In the past year, Fang Hao has almost forgotten what time is, so naturally he cannot feel the wasted time.

A year! There may be a lot of things happening.

But in the past year, the cultivation world of Zhao State has fallen into a surprising calm.

Even after searching for Fang Hao for no success, Taiqing Sect gradually stopped walking.

However, the Wuji Old Demon was still unwilling to give up and searching for Fang Hao's figure everywhere.

But unfortunately, Fang Hao has never taken a step in the alchemy room, so naturally no one has seen him.

Even when he visited the city to buy a dan furnace, he went there in another capacity...

Since Fang Hao learned that Taiqing Sect was wanting him everywhere, he started discussions with Tianlang.

Then Tianlang once again damaged his essence and used the illusion technique to change Fang Hao's appearance and breath.

Fortunately, there was no master of Jindan level in the visiting city where he went, so no one could see through his illusion.

Fang Hao so carefully bought a dan stove, bought something that he usually eats and drinks, and bought a large mansion.

This year has passed, and the changes in the outside world have not affected Fang Hao's alchemy process at all.

The alchemy is refined day and night, from one low-grade spiritual pill to two medium-grade spiritual pills to three high-grade spiritual pills.

Another year later, Fang Hao had only one hundred ginseng plant left in his spiritual material.

As for the spiritual materials used, a large part of them were scrapped, and only a small part of them were refined into pills.

Looking at these finished elixirs, Fang Hao gradually realized that refining elixirs is really not an easy task.

What he didn't know was that alchemy had almost reached an extremely strict level of talent requirements.

Among the hundreds of monks, a well-known alchemy master may not be born.

Some cultivators can only refine some low-grade spiritual pills, middle-grade spiritual pills, and high-grade spiritual pills at this level, and alchemy at this level is not considered a real alchemist at all.

Of course! If you have strong cultivation, such as the Jindan Zhenren who has refined the Three-Temperature True Fire, you don’t have to pursue any talent. Three-Temperature True Fire is enough to make up for some innate shortcomings... As long as you are willing to work hard to study alchemy skills, the worst one can reach the level of a master.

Among the monks who had not yet become the Golden Elixir, there were extremely few alchemy masters.

If Fang Hao wants to use the Breeze Ginseng as a guide to refine better elixirs, he needs a master-level alchemy level.

It is obvious that Fang Hao's alchemy level has not reached the level of a master.

However, he firmly believed that as long as he had more time to find some waste materials to refine alchemy, he would definitely reach the master level within two years.

However, the spirit stones are gone! I can’t buy spiritual materials anymore, so I go out of the city to grab them? No, no!

Finally! Fang Hao listened to Tianlang’s advice.

He rented a stall in the visiting city, and he didn't eat any of the finished elixirs but sold them all!

What surprised Fang Hao was that the spiritual pill was sold out quickly, and the price was very satisfying to him. After selling all the pills, he took the spirit stone to buy spiritual materials and came back to continue to refine the pills...

After repeated cycles, Fang Hao's alchemy skills have made great progress, and the elixirs they have refined have become more and more advanced, and the demand for materials has become increasingly greater. So he simply opened an alchemy visit in the city.

He came to serve as the owner of the shop and spent some spirit stones to hire two little guys from the third level of Qi training to be his companions.

There are three people in one Danfang, and two masters are doing odd jobs. The alchemy business begins like this.

There is a small sign hanging at the door of the elixir room, which says: "Bring your own spiritual materials, all elixirs below the master level can be refined, and the rest of the cost will not be collected!"

Such cheap alchemists are rare, so naturally someone comes to test them.

The first guy who came to Fang Hao to refine the pills was a fat man in yellow clothes who was at the tenth level of Qi training.

After entering the alchemy shop, the man said to the two friends arrogantly: "Call your stewards out, uncle, I want him to make a furnace of elixir."

The two guys frowned. Although they were very dissatisfied with the fat man's arrogant behavior, they also obediently notified Fang Hao: "Master! Someone is here to find you to refine the alchemy. Do you think?"

Soon, Fang Hao walked out of the alchemy room. His eyes hidden under the black robe flashed and said lightly: "I wonder which attribute-level elixir this fellow Taoist is going to refine?"

The fat man in yellow secretly used his spiritual sense to investigate the reality of the black robe's owner, but found that his spiritual sense was not enough.

With his spiritual power, he could only see that this archer was a cultivator in the ninth level of Qi training.

But for some reason, the other party's aura was extremely powerful and weird, and he didn't look like a cultivator in the Qi training realm at all.

It's like a foundation-building master with hidden cultivation.

At this moment, his heart tightened.

He quickly restrained his previous arrogance and laughed: "I don't have anything to practice, but I'm mainly in urgent need of a group of top-grade spiritual pills to enhance my cultivation. I wonder how confident is the Lord of the Housekeeper?"

"The top-grade spiritual pill? 70% sure!" There was still a faint tone.

"70% sure? That's not bad!"

"I have gone to several alchemy workshops in a row, and you are 70% sure you are very smart."

Fang Hao was unmoved when he heard this: "Then please ask fellow Taoist to deliver the spiritual materials you brought to me, and the results will be produced in about three days!"

When the big man in yellow clothes heard this, he did not immediately hand over the so-called spiritual materials to Fang Hao. Instead, he said in a little embarrassedly: "The master's alchemy workshop is newly opened! But what big man can guarantee it?"

Fang Hao raised his eyebrows, but he was not angry. He said coldly: "No!" After that, he was about to go back to the alchemy room.

No one guarantees it? Is it safe!? It’s impossible to have a black shop!

The fat man in yellow was slightly stunned, looking a little surprised.

After thinking about it, he said again: "Let's do this! I will only give you a high-quality spiritual elixir. If the cooperation is pleasant, there will be subsequent cooperation..."

Fang Hao paused and nodded: "Okay!"

The fat man in yellow handed over a 70-80-year-old spiritual herb to Fang Hao, and then said a few more good words.

Fang Hao made a few polite words and turned around and entered the alchemy room.

It's about two hours later.

Fang Hao walked out of the alchemy room again, and the so-called top-grade spiritual pill has been successfully refined.

"This is your pill, take it!" Fang Hao handed over the refined pill to the fat man in yellow.

The fat man in yellow quickly took the spiritual pill, looked carefully, and found that the pill was indeed the Qi training spiritual pill he needed.

"Okay! This quality is much higher than that of ordinary top-grade spiritual pills! It seems that the owner of the shop is almost close to the master level!"

"I was so offended by Mr. Huang before! I'll compensate the master here!" After saying that, he bowed and said, "Master, please make more pills for Mr. Huang without any grudges!"
Chapter completed!