In the test tube, the clear liquid had long since dissipated in the air, leaving only a layer of emerald green and transparent liquid, exuding a faint luster. However, at this time, the liquid was only one-tenth of its original size. []

"Fortunately, these medicinal materials do not exceed a thousand yuan, otherwise it would be too distressing." Han Ze said while looking at the liquid in the test tube.

A bunch of medicinal materials, and now I get these more than ten drops of liquid.

Han Ze used his true energy to hold up a drop of liquid, and it fell into the palm of his hand.

The liquid did not spread, but rolled like an emerald green bead in Han Ze's palm.

Han Ze put the remaining liquid medicine into the ring space, because it can prevent the loss of the essence in the medicine liquid. If it is left outside and sealed with no good jade, I am afraid that within a few days, the essence inside will be completely lost.

Then, Han Ze put the liquid in his hand, held it in his hand, and started refining it.

boom!

The spirit gathering array started to operate, and countless spiritual energy points appeared in the void, converging into crystal clear thin lines and flowing into Han Ze's body.

In Han Ze's palm, the drop of emerald green liquid began to stir.

Then traces of light green light penetrated from Han Ze's palm and entered his meridians.

As the light green light entered, Han Ze felt that his whole body became warm, as if he was bathing in the sunshine of a winter morning, making him extremely comfortable.

Han Ze's breathing was very rhythmic at this time. He was running a special method to refine this drop of ninth-grade medicine to the maximum extent.

In the past, Han Ze also refined ninth-grade medicinal liquids, but at that time the medicinal liquids were based on formulas, instead of just a few drops like now, so be careful.

It is a strange thing for the majestic Supreme Being of the Universe to be so careful when refining the lowest genetic liquid, the ninth-grade medicinal liquid.

Every time Han Ze took a breath, the emerald green droplets trembled.

In Han Ze's Qi Sea, the sound of tsunami shook the sky, and the whole Qi Sea burst into joy.

Although Han Ze had absorbed a large amount of spiritual energy, the energy in the spiritual energy was far less intense than this drop of ninth-grade medicinal liquid.

With Han Ze's endless refining, the drops of medicine became smaller and smaller, and Han Ze's face also turned rosy.

Soon, the drop of medicine completely disappeared and was completely refined by Han Ze.

"Sure enough, it has reached the level of ninth-grade medicinal liquid. Even among the ninth-grade medicinal liquid, it is still at the top." Soon, Han Ze made a judgment.

"But if you want to use this liquid to break through, I'm afraid it will take at least ten directions." Thinking of this, Han Ze felt dizzy.

The materials for refining these ten drops of medicinal liquid cost him more than a thousand, but he needed at least ten square meters of such medicinal liquid, and the cost was simply an astronomical figure.

However, there is nothing that can be done. After all, the cultivation resources on the earth are exhausted, and Han Ze's current strength is low. This is already the most cost-effective cultivation path.

Otherwise, if Han Ze builds an alchemy furnace and uses elixirs to break through, the cost will be even greater, because the medicinal materials that meet the requirements for alchemy are not cheap.

Even refining the simplest elixir that meets Han Ze's needs requires several medicinal materials.

Dong dong dong...

At this moment, Han Ze's door rang.

Han Ze ducked behind the door and opened it.

The door was opened so quickly. Su Xinyao didn't expect it, and she almost hit Han Ze in the face with her little hand.

"You want to scare people..." Su Xinyao stopped and almost knocked Han Ze's little hand, took it back, and said angrily.

"What's wrong?" Han Ze asked.

Now Han Ze is worried about money issues and has no time to talk to Su Xinyao.

Su Xinyao also seemed to realize that it was not good for her to come to Han Ze, and said with some embarrassment: "Well... I will apply for a volunteer soon, and there is a problem with your university..."

Su Xinyao's intention was obvious, that is, she wanted to wait until she knew Han Ze's intentions before applying for a job.

"My problem has been solved, but it will probably take a few days to know the result," Han Ze said, because he didn't know when Li Minghua and the others would publish their paper.

"Oh..." Su Xinyao replied, but she said in her heart: "I knew you were unreliable, but fortunately I wisely said I would give them a reply in a few days."

Ever since the results of the college entrance examination came out, Su Xinyao's phone calls were almost inundated with calls because her results were so incredible, with close to perfect scores in all subjects, and she ranked first in the province, leaving everyone far behind.

All major universities have extended an olive branch to her, hoping that she will study there.

Although she once said that she wanted to study biology at Yundu University, she didn't know why, but she still wanted to know which university Han Ze would go to.

Suddenly, Su Xinyao's snow-white nose moved and asked, "What does your house smell like? Why does it smell so good?"

"The perfume that Uncle Fu bought a few days ago." Han Ze said without thinking.

A few days ago, Uncle Fu had just changed the decoration of Han Ze's room. It was no longer a pink girl's heart.

Su Xinyao glanced at Han Ze doubtfully, and then said: "I made breakfast, come down and try it?"

Only then did Han Ze remember that he had been busy refining the medicinal solution all night and had forgotten about it.

Since moving into the Su family, Han Ze has basically provided every meal.

When Han Ze heard this, he said with some suspicion: "You did it? You can do it too?"

In Han Ze's opinion, Su Xinyao's hands didn't look like someone who could cook.

Su Xinyao rolled her eyes at Han Ze angrily and said, "You'll know if you try it."

In the past few days, Su Xinyuan saw a boy named Han Ze doing housework at home every day, which made her a little worried, so she quietly learned a few styles.

After finishing her studies, she thought she was pretty good at it, so she always wanted to show it off in front of everyone, but she never had the chance.

Today she went down to the kitchen and found that there was no hot breakfast as usual, so she cooked a pot herself.

There is a strong aroma coming from the kitchen.

On the table was a pot of soup, and in addition there was ready-made bread.

Su Xinyao poured out a bowl of soup, pushed it in front of Han Ze, and said, "Have a try."

After saying that, she looked at Han Ze expectantly, like a primary school student who had completed her homework independently for the first time and was waiting for the teacher to check her homework.

Han Ze helplessly picked up the soup and took a sip.

But in just a moment, Han Ze's eyes widened and his cheeks bulged, as if the soup was too unpleasant and he wanted to spit it out but held back.

Afterwards, Han Ze swallowed the soup.

"What's your expression!" Su Xinyao glanced at Han Ze, "Is it so bad to drink?"

"No, no, no... I think it tastes good." Han Ze said hurriedly.

To be honest, Han Ze thought the soup was really good, at least it suited his taste. He just had a whim and wanted to prank Su Xinyao.

But the more Han Ze said it tasted good, the more Su Xinyao didn't believe it, so she took a bowl of it herself.

"Hmm...it seems a bit salty." Su Xinyao said very seriously, "I'll go cook it again."

After saying that, Su Xinyao made a show of pouring out the entire pot of soup.

Han Ze hurriedly stretched out his hand and said: "How can it be wasted? Don't you know that there are many children in mountainous areas who can't even afford to eat? If you do this, God will be unhappy."

"Ahem..." At this moment, a dry cough came from outside the kitchen.
Chapter completed!