Cultivating immortality through titles, without bottlenecks.

Inner disciples will receive personal instruction from Yang Jingting; this was said by Yang himself.

Moreover, Wei Zhong has now advanced to the third level of Qi Refining. Although he is not yet at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, he is still among the top under his direct instruction.

Enough to learn the art of alchemy.

"You're quite the smooth operator, knowing when to advance and retreat. If Brother Wei had been like you back then... he wouldn't have ended up in this state now."

"Father……"

Wei Zhong wanted to ask more about the past, but Yang Jingting didn't give him the chance and instead changed the subject:

"I will not go back on my word. From today onwards, find a house nearby and come to me every day to learn alchemy."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zhong was overjoyed and knelt down to kowtow:

"Thank you, Master!"

Yang Jingting helped Wei Zhong to his feet:

"You smell strongly of medicine. Although you have broken through to the third level of Qi Refining, your future path may not be easy."

Wei Zhong shook his head:

"With such talent as this disciple, how can I consider anything more? Since my cultivation is built up with pills, I will also use pills to break through any bottlenecks in the future."

Upon hearing Wei Zhong's words, Yang Jingting's eyes lit up.

Over the years, all the disciples he has taken in have been those who are hesitant and indecisive.

He was obsessed with cultivation and unwilling to accept the bottleneck in the production of elixirs, but he coveted the medicinal power of elixirs.

Caught between these two dilemmas, he achieved nothing in either cultivation or alchemy.

"You do have some unique insights, buddy..."

After saying that, he pulled Wei Zhong into a room. The interior was simply furnished, with only a pill furnace about half a person's height and some spirit charcoal piled up in the corner.

"This is my alchemy room. There is an array protecting the door, which isolates it from sound and detection."

Wei Zhong's ears twitched, and sure enough, he found that the sound of the wind outside the door was blocked.

Yang Jingting pointed to the alchemy furnace:

"If you want to refine pills, a pill furnace is essential. My pill furnace is a first-grade high-quality one, which is beneficial for refining mid-to-low-grade spiritual pills."

"Even when refining high-grade elixirs, there will be no hindrance."

"You're new to alchemy, you don't need something this good."

With a flick of his wrists, he produced a pitch-black alchemy furnace the size of a human head.

"You can use this black stove for now."

Wei Zhong took it and, after a brief examination, knew it was a low-grade first-level alchemy furnace.

"You may take as much of the spirit charcoal as you wish in this room."

As they were talking, the other person suddenly took out two prayer mats and placed them on the ground:

"sit down!"

Wei Zhong sat down obediently.

Have you read that book, *A Brief Explanation of Alchemy*?

Wei Zhong nodded:

"Yes, Master, I've seen it, but I don't understand it..."

"It's understandable if you don't understand. It took me half a year to refine the Qi Nourishing Pill. How could you possibly refine such a pill so easily?"

Wei Zhong was taken aback.

"Alright, you're new to alchemy, you can't refine this Qi-Nourishing Pill in a short time."

"Let's start with the most basic elixir—the Bigu Pill."

"We who cultivate Qi are extraordinary but not completely detached from the mundane world; half of our bodies are still in the mortal realm."

"Since complete fasting is impossible, these fasting pills become necessary..."

The other party spoke to guide him and presented Wei Zhong with the formula for the Bigu Dan (a type of fasting pill) for him to observe.

He then lit the furnace, took out the medicinal herbs, and began refining pills in real time.

By comparing the two and listening to Yang Jingting's explanation, Wei Zhong had gained a preliminary understanding of the entire alchemy process.

In short, there are only three steps to refining the Bigu elixir:

1. Processing medicinal materials. This step is fundamental and also the simplest.

II. Refining the liquid.

III. Condensing the Elixir.

IV. Dividing and Collecting the Elixir.

The most difficult part is undoubtedly the last three steps; any mistake at any point will lead to the failure of all previous efforts.

As a first-grade high-level alchemist, Yang Jingting had been refining pills for many years and was naturally very skilled at refining this fasting pill.

Before long, the fire in the furnace went out, and six spirit pills flew out of the furnace and landed in his palm.

"When I usually refine pills, I can only get three or four pills per batch. This Bigu Pill is too simple; I can get six or seven pills at once without any problem."

Wei Zhong nodded and calculated, discovering that this batch of pills cost less than one spirit stone in total, and only two-thirds of a spirit stone in total.

The finished Bigu Pill is priced at three pills for one spirit stone, meaning that you only need to produce two pills to break even.

Master Yang earned back twice his initial investment in just one short time.

Wei Zhong's heart skipped a beat, as he was fully aware of the exorbitant profits involved in alchemy.

"Have you remembered my movements just now?"

Wei Zhong nodded. Once a cultivator has entered the path of cultivation, they naturally possess photographic memory.

"Then you try it..."

Wei Zhong took out the black stove and, imitating Yang Jingting's actions, placed the burning spirit charcoal under the stove.

The first step, preparing the medicinal materials, was not difficult at all, and Wei Zhong did it very well. However, he immediately made mistakes once he moved on to the next step, refining the liquid.

A burnt smell wafted out, indicating that the refining process had failed.

"Idiot, the fire's too hot..."

Wei Zhong's face flushed slightly, and he immediately swept up the dregs of the medicine and started again.

This continued endlessly, and Yang Jingting's scolding never stopped in my ears.

The sun moved from directly overhead all the way to the west until it was completely swallowed by the night.

The black furnace in front of Wei Zhong made a "bang," announcing yet another failed attempt at alchemy.

Sixteen times! I failed a full sixteen times!

Wei Zhong's hands trembled, and he almost dropped the dregs of medicine.

He had thought alchemy would be difficult, but he hadn't expected it to be this difficult.

"Alright, what would happen if you were to refine a pill that allows you to abstain from grains in a single day?"

"Even with guidance from a renowned master, it still took me seven days to refine one."

Wei Zhong snapped out of his reverie and awaited Yang Jingting's evaluation:

"Your alchemy process is fine, but the details are terrible."

"Polygonatum is afraid of fire, so it needs to be simmered over a low flame. At the same time, it should be wrapped with magical power and the temperature should be constantly controlled to avoid burning."

"Cooking the glutinous rice is not difficult, but the problem lies in its integration with the polygonatum..."

"..."

After listening to Yang Jingting's guidance, Wei Zhong suddenly understood, as if the clouds had parted and he could see the truth, gaining a deeper understanding of the entire alchemy process.

This is the benefit of having a renowned teacher. If Wei Zhong had been left to figure out the formula on his own, he would have had to go through countless failures before he could understand it.

"Alright," Yang Jingting glanced at the sky, "that's enough for today. From now on, come here every afternoon, and I'll teach you alchemy."

Wei Zhongli stood up and bowed respectfully:

"Thank you for your guidance, Master."

The latter waved his hand, and Wei Zhong withdrew from the scene.

……

Day after day, three days passed in the blink of an eye.

into the night,

Wei Zhong used his magic to envelop the medicinal liquid in the furnace, while simultaneously sprinkling in lime powder, turning the simmering fire into a powerful one.

The medicinal liquid solidified quickly. Wei Zhong, with a solemn expression, immediately blended the spirit grain paste with the medicinal liquid.

The two remained tangled together, but Wei Zhong used his magic to knead them, transforming them into a round, elixir-like shape.

With a swift movement, the elixir flew out and landed in his palm.

Wei Zhong's expression brightened, and he handed the elixir to Yang Jingting:

"Please, Master, appraise it!"

Yang Jingting raised an eyebrow, took the elixir, and scraped off the powder...

"Although the elixir is made, it is of the lowest grade, that is, a useless elixir."

"This pill, once ingested, contains five parts medicine and five parts poison; it has both benefits and harms."

However, Yang Jingting's face did not show disappointment, but instead he was stunned.

Because back then, the pill he created in seven days was also a waste pill.