After returning, Ding Yi immediately started refining. He needed enough energy to increase his strength.
He no longer needs to make ordinary food pills, but he still has to make second-level food pills and pills by himself.
This time, I also failed many times. Fortunately, there was a lot of gold-swallowing meat in the black pattern. I finally made fifteen kilograms of food pills with a success rate of about 5%. The most important thing was that I used the Eye of Inheritance for the first time to remove the spiritual energy.
Ding Yi is very unskilled in his real fire.
The success rate of the pill is higher. There are five demon cores in total, plus various ingredients. Finally, the eye of inheritance is used to identify the hiding place of the soul of the demon core, and then a pill is reluctantly made.
Ding Yi held this pill that exuded a faint cyan light and was filled with emotion.
When an alchemist refines elixirs, one elixir from a hundred demon cores is considered good, because souls are hard to find, and the techniques for preserving the soul essence of demon beasts are very complicated. The alchemist has strange fire and can forcibly refine and purify it.
But the refiner pays more attention to skills and skillfully strips away the essence of the soul.
To strip away the essence of the soul, the Eye of Inheritance is also needed.
The Eye of Inheritance is not a physical object, but the experience accumulated by refiners from generation to generation is finally transformed into a spiritual skill. This skill can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. Even Ding Yi cannot describe it, because he just saw it, but why
You can see that he can't tell.
Therefore, the difference in the level of the Eye of Inheritance also determines the level of the refiner's ability.
And Qin Yi is obviously a powerful being among the refiners. The inheritance eye he passed on to Ding Yi can almost completely capture the soul essence of the second-level demon core, not to mention the first-level.
As for the spiritual fire that removes the flesh of second-level monster beasts, Ding Yi thinks it is much simpler than capturing souls, but after all, it is the first time to use it, which leads to a higher failure rate in making food pills. I believe it will be much better in the future.
Of course, the ability to completely capture the essence of the soul is absolutely the most critical point for how effective a refiner is in refining pills. Therefore, although Ding Yi failed four times due to handiwork, the pill he successfully refined was more effective than the elixir.
It's just 20% weaker.
Although it is a little short of the limit of 10%, it is still very good. After all, the 20% success rate greatly reduces the cost of refining.
This pill is a pure concentrated energy pill with no other effects. It was made by Ding Yi just to be on the safe side, because if he were to make other heaven-defying pills like Qiding Pill, he would probably fail miserably. This is it.
He failed four entry-level pills in a row, and finally managed to make them relying on the relatively stable characteristics of the second-level demon core.
But this time's production allowed Ding Yi to improve his proficiency again, and once again deepened the essence of refining.
Now, all that's left is to swallow pills or even eat pills to increase your strength.
After taking the pill into his mouth, Ding Yi closed his eyes and began to enter a state of emptiness.
A food pill quickly turned into energy and entered the body, but Ding Yi frowned slightly.
A food pill didn't have much energy, but it didn't make any waves when it entered the body. Ding Yi felt a little weird. He opened his eyes and thought about it, but couldn't figure it out. Then he simply poured out ten pills and swallowed them all in one breath.
This time, there was a little reaction, a faint energy entering the body.
Then there was nothing. Ding Yi had no choice but to open his eyes again, and at the same time he understood that the first-order food pills had almost no effect on him now.
Looking at the pile of food pills in his hand, Ding Yi couldn't laugh or cry. Forget it, take it to Liu Zhilan and let her sell it, leaving some for his sister-in-law.
Ding Yi did not expect that the effectiveness of this food pill could only help him advance to the early stage of Kong Ming Stage, and that the food pills at the subsequent stages would not have much effect.
After looking at the small number of second-level food pills, only about ten kilograms, Ding Yi finally took them out and swallowed them.
This time, the energy was obviously much greater. The energy increased by the thickness of a finger in one breath, and the physical body immediately had the most fundamental reaction.
Cells began to explode and transform one after another, eventually turning into mini small fixed wheels.
Later, Ding Yi swallowed all the second-level food pills, but unfortunately, only about 5% of the cells were successfully transformed this time!
Ding Yi suddenly couldn't laugh or cry. This was simply a bottomless pit. A second-level black-striped gold-swallowing Pipi could only increase its cells by 5%. It would take another 15% to increase its cells before it could enter the middle stage of the Kongming stage.
That means three second-level monsters are needed to meet the improvement requirement.
What about the future? What about the middle stage to the last stage? Doesn’t it mean more? What about the latter stage to Dzogchen? Then what about breaking through the state of Qi Concentration?
Presumably, in order to break through to the Qi Ding realm, one would have to provide at least hundreds of food pills made from the meat of second-level demonic beasts, right?
Killing one second-level monster would quickly exhaust Ding Yi and the others to death. Hundreds of them...
It's terrifying just thinking about it! No wonder even the children of those aristocratic families are much slower in improving their strength when they reach the Kongming level. Even though they have money, they probably can't consume hundreds of second-level monsters in one go.
Of course, Ding Yi misunderstood them. In fact, they only need about a hundred or so, because Ding Yi needs five times more energy than they do, and similarly, his strength is also five times more.
After the second-level food pill is eaten, only one pill is left, which saves about 70% of the energy.
Naturally, there are nearly ten times more pills than food pills, but one pill is only equal to ten food pills, which is of no use at all. It is better to use it to temporarily supplement energy!
That's why Ding Yi didn't take the pills. They are not essentially used to accumulate strength like food pills. They are energy pills that are actually used in combat. When the energy is exhausted, taking one pill will immediately restore a large amount of energy.
It's okay now. Ding Yi is in an embarrassing situation again. He has no choice but to stop practicing for the time being and wait and see what's going on with Liu Zhilan.
After he stopped practicing, Ding Yi thought about martial arts. In this battle, Ding Yi clearly saw how powerful martial arts were, and the martial arts given in the school were all generic and inferior.
However, Ding Yi knew that as long as he could be admitted to the Great Martial Arts Academy, he could learn superior martial arts. Thinking of the Great Martial Arts Academy, Ding Yi's heart became eager again. That was the real paradise for cultivation. Don't have too many top-notch martial arts skills!
Don’t have too many top-quality mental techniques!
Thinking of the Heart Sutra, Ding Yi recalled the Great Sun Heart Sutra mentioned by the mysterious figure, but what exactly is the Heart Sutra? Until now, there has been no sign of it.
Ding Yi couldn't understand this. Maybe the Great Sun Heart Sutra requires him to reach a certain level before he can access it, right?
In this way, Ding Yi no longer thinks too much. If the best things are not used, it is better to be practical and consider working hard to improve his strength first, and then enter the Dawuyuan.
The night passed quickly, and the next day, Ding Yi went to the martial arts hall for class as usual.
Originally, Ding Yi didn't have to go to the martial arts hall, because Ding Yi and the others were approaching the Dawuyuan exam, which was considered a free training stage. But today is Leng Qiushui's class. Most of the students will still be able to sell the class of this beautiful iceberg instructor.
It's a matter of face, and it is said that today we will talk about the Dawuyuan auditions.
No one wants to miss such an important thing. Even if they fail the exam or are not even qualified to take the exam, everyone doesn't mind learning more about it.
Therefore, all the students came to class in the morning.
When everyone was seated, Leng Qiushui appeared in the school wearing a moon-white robe as always. If Shen Luoyan is the kind of beauty that sinks like a fish, then Leng Qiushui is as gorgeous and aloof as an iceberg, but it is also so beautiful, as if it is not beautiful. Cannibalistic fireworks.
After Leng Qiushui sat down, his eyes first glanced at Ding Yi and Tibetan calendar sitting next to him.
"Ding Yi, Tibetan calendar, I heard that you two have reached the Kongming level?" Leng Qiushui asked calmly.
This sentence immediately stirred up a thousand waves, and all the students were shocked. However, Ding Yi and Zangli, as the parties involved, looked at each other helplessly, stood up, nodded and said: "Yes, instructor."
"Well, very good!" Leng Qiushui's eyes suddenly brightened, he stood up, smiled for the first time, and said, "Do you know how many years have we not had a Kongming-level student in our second-class school? Fifty years! A whole year. Fifty years!!”
At this time, everyone discovered that Leng Qiushui's smile was so stunning and beautiful, but what she said was even more shocking. It took fifty years for a student of Kong Mingjie to appear!
Ding Yi and Zangli were both a little at a loss and could only stand awkwardly, despite everyone giving them all kinds of strange looks. As a second-class school, having a Kongming-level student appear is indeed a great thing.
Because the entire Xilu Wutang is divided into first class, second class and third class.
Needless to say, the third-class schools didn't have anyone at the meditation level. The second-class schools were better, with a few, including Pei Jin, Zangli and others. At that time, Ding Yi had not even entered the meditation level.
As for the first-class schools, they are the top ones. Only students with Qi Dingjing are qualified to be called first-class schools!
As a second-class school, the task of cultivating meditation-level students has been completed, which means that Leng Qiushui has fulfilled her responsibility. However, she still underestimated the potential of her students. If the disgusting student hadn't come to her, During the conversation, she didn't even know that Ding Yi and Zangli had entered the Kongming level.
Therefore, she was actually very happy today.
But she was not good at expressing her inner emotions, so she just watched the two of them silently, and then walked up to them, with extremely eager expectations in her eyes, and said slowly: "The instructor is optimistic about you, and I hope you will continue to work hard. I hope our second-class school will also do the same." If you find a master of Qi Dingjing, can you do it?"
Ding Yi and Zangli suddenly looked solemn. Leng Qiushui rarely encouraged students, and it was rare for him to say such words today. Moreover, Ding Yi and Zangli were so moved when they heard that, they nodded heavily.
Leng Qiushui showed a smile again, then turned back to the front seat and sat down.
Soon, she regained her cold expression and said slowly: "The Dawuyuan auditions are coming soon. Naturally, some people here are happy and some are sad, but here I want to remind everyone..."
After saying that, Leng Qiushui paused for a moment, and then continued: "Being unable to enter the Great Martial Garden does not mean that the path of cultivation is completely cut off. As long as you work hard, I believe there are still many aristocratic families willing to accept you, and you can still get the opportunity to continue practicing... "
Leng Qiushui's words were light, but they still gave most students hope. The confidence they had lost due to losing the opportunity to participate in the Dawuyuan auditions returned to them again.
Yes, if you can't enter the Dawu Garden, it's not bad to join a noble family. Although it's not as good as the Dawu Garden, you can still become an elite of the noble family and practice the martial arts of the noble family.
Leng Qiushui is a good mentor, and Ding Yi deeply affirms this in his heart. Although she does not have any words of encouragement, they are ten thousand times better than those empty words.
Therefore, everyone is listening to the lecture very seriously. Perhaps, in the near future, everyone will go their separate ways and be separated by vast distances, and the opportunity to sit here quietly and listen to this respectable instructor's lectures like today may never be available again.
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For a time, the entire school was extremely quiet, and a faint sadness called parting gradually spread.
Although Leng Qiushui is still cold, his eyes have become much softer.
It has been three years, and these students she has guided bit by bit will all leave soon. She would be lying if she said she was not sad, but she is more happy. These originally immature students have finally grown up.
Now that I’m older, I can finally spread my wings and fly high...
She was happy for them from the bottom of her heart. Regardless of their strength, they all tried their best, and she also tried her best. There would be no regrets in life like this, right?
A class, quiet and warm, the sunlight passes through the school, and the whole picture seems to be frozen at this moment...
Suddenly, a burst of footsteps sounded very inappropriately. Although the walker was walking very lightly, it was still extremely harsh in such a quiet environment.
Everyone looked towards the back door of the school with dissatisfaction, and Leng Qiushui also stopped teaching.
A young man appeared at the end of the corridor at the back door, wearing a light blue gown, with a delicate appearance and elegant temperament. At this moment, he had a smile on his face, waving a fan in one hand, and walked towards the school step by step.
The originally dissatisfied students immediately exclaimed when they saw the intruder, but Ding Yi and Zangli were confused and were trying to guess who the incoming person was. Aren't they afraid that the instructor would be angry if he barged into the school with such awesomeness?
Didn't you see that class was going on? How could you be so rude?
Leng Qiushui frowned and looked at the young man coldly without saying a word.