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"A useless pill?"

Wei Zhong was disappointed. Pills contain toxins, and only when the toxin content is less than 30% can they be called genuine elixirs.

Authentic products are further subdivided into inferior, good, and excellent grades.

Erysipelas accounted for less than 30%, 20%, and 10% respectively.

However, the elixirs on the market are not sold in such a detailed manner, but are all categorized as "genuine products".

Such detailed classification is merely a test of the alchemist's skill level.

Seeing Wei Zhong's expression, Yang Jingting coughed:

"Even a discarded pill isn't bad. With a few more days of refining, you'll eventually be able to refine a genuine one, no worse than your master."

"That's enough for today. Go and think it over carefully."

"yes!"

The next day, Wei Zhong refined elixirs again.

The very first batch produced a fasting pill with only 45% toxicity, which truly astonished Yang Jingting.

Fortunately, Wei Zhong's furnace exploded on the second batch, which made his expression look a little better.

"We still need to keep a low profile. If we succeed every time, won't people think we're monsters?"

Despite having the title of "Breaker," Wei Zhong succeeds in every pill-making attempt, and each time he makes a slight improvement over the last.

However, for a novice who has only been practicing alchemy for four days, to succeed in making pills every time without a single failure is still too astonishing.

In order to keep his secret, Wei Zhong deliberately created errors, causing the furnace to explode repeatedly.

On average, three furnaces make up one furnace.

However, to his surprise, this success rate astonished Yang Jingting.

Although Wei Zhong sometimes failed, he made progress with each success.

Sure enough, as night fell and the last batch was produced, Wei Zhong successfully refined a genuine elixir with 30% poison content.

Seeing Yang Jingting's barely concealed shock, Wei Zhong couldn't help but smile, handing the elixir to him and asking:

"Master, what do you think of my talent?"

The other party slowly composed himself, looking at Wei Zhongyan expressionlessly and saying:

"Good, good, good. It's been so long since I've had a disciple as talented as you."

"You don't need to refine the Bigu Pill anymore. Tomorrow, I will teach you the Qingxin Pill, followed by the Huoxue Pill and the Peiyuan Pill."

"Proceed step by step. Once all four pills are formed, I will personally guide you in refining the Qi-Nourishing Pill."

……

After seeing Wei Zhong off, Yang Jingting returned to his cave dwelling, carefully organized the several scrolls of alchemical texts, and after a while sat in an old chair looking at the bright moon in the sky.

"Master, junior brother, you two left so easily, leaving me with this huge mess of the sect."

"However, fortune and misfortune are intertwined. We actually managed to recruit both Zhiyuan and Wei Zhong as promising talents."

"Cultivation is the primary focus, alchemy is secondary; with one primary and one secondary, our Qingya Sect has worthy successors!"

The next morning, the disciples were summoned together.

Yang Jingting, along with his followers, moved closer to the plaza, where the inner gatekeepers and attendants were lined up.

Then he sat in the pear wood chair that had been prepared in advance, and his personal attendant naturally stood behind him.

Just as everyone was wondering if the other party was about to announce something big, Yang Jingting waved his hand:

"Zhiyuan, come forward and stand to my left."

Upon hearing this, the disciples were all taken aback.

But that wasn't all. Yang Jingting waved again, this time in the direction of Wei Zhong.

The latter was still somewhat incredulous, pointing to himself and asking in confusion:

"I!"

Yang Jingting's eyes widened, and his breath made his mustache bristle:

"Aren't you coming over here? Do I have to invite you?"

Wei Zhong then stepped forward with a smile and stood to Yang Jingting's right.

One on the left and one on the right, like door gods.

Yang Jingting waved his hand dismissively at the disciples in the sect:

"From this day forward, inner disciples Wei Zhong and Ning Zhiyuan will be personally instructed, ranking sixth and seventh respectively."

Upon hearing this, all the disciples present were shocked.

Because both of them were only at the third level of Qi Refining, they did not meet the standard for direct instruction.

However, something extraordinary must have happened to prompt Yang Jingting to make such a decision.

"Seventh Junior Brother!"

"Sixth Senior Brother!"

Wei Zhong was already familiar with Ning Zhiyuan. During the past few days of alchemy, the two of them would hand over the reincarnation of "Yang Jingting" as their master at noon.

Through occasional exchanges, their camaraderie as fellow students has grown stronger.

"Alright, the matter has been announced. You may all withdraw and focus on your cultivation."

After the disciples left, Gu Xue was incredulous:

"How did Wei Zhong become a personal disciple? Could it be...?"

Meng Qian was equally puzzled, but the different parties focused on different aspects:

"Brother Wei has already reached the third level of Qi Refining? His talent..."

Wei Zhong's poor talent was common knowledge throughout the sect. His feat of sensing Qi in thirty days was unprecedented in the history of Qingya Sect.

"Hmph, it must be from taking too many drugs. The drug poisoning has accumulated. I'll see how he breaks through to the fourth level of Qi Refining in the future."

Still sulking, Gu Xue stomped her foot and left.

Only Meng Qian shook his head:

"It seems that the clan's evaluation of this Brother Wei needs to be raised a few points."

"As for winning them over, that old ginseng is quite good."

……

Congratulations, junior brother!

Yang Chupei smiled broadly. She had long known that Wei Zhong was incredibly talented, but she hadn't expected this day to come so soon.

"Thank you so much, Senior Sister!"

Yang Chupei offered her congratulations while introducing Wei Zhong and Ning Zhiyuan.

"Of the five disciples under my father's command, the eldest brother, Wu Ang, was the most senior and had the highest cultivation level, reaching the sixth level of Qi Refining."

"Second Senior Brother Liu Changqing is the oldest and second in cultivation, at the fifth level of Qi Refining."

"Both of them are from ordinary backgrounds, with no special connections..."

"I am the third child, and I am at the fourth level of Qi Refining."

"Fourth Junior Brother Ding Mo and Liao Yuran are both at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and both have families behind them, but their levels are not high, so they rely entirely on the two of them to maintain their positions..."

After a brief introduction, Wei and Zhong gained an understanding of these trusted disciples.

So he bowed and stepped forward:

"Junior Brother Wei Zhong comes from a family of cultivators. His parents are both minor Qi Refining cultivators, and he has no other background."

Having severed ties with the Wei clan, Wei Zhong naturally cut all ties completely.

"Junior Brother Ning Zhiyuan, born into an ordinary family..."

"Alright, my fourth and fifth junior brothers are still busy with the affairs of Songlinfang and can't get away. We'll have a chance to meet again in the future."

"You two keep these communication talismans. If there's any trouble..."

After chatting with his senior brothers and sisters for a while, Wei Zhongcai returned to his small room.

He sat cross-legged, unable to suppress a smile:

"Finally, a direct instruction!"

What is personal instruction? It means receiving personal instruction from a respected master.

It can be said that once he sits in this position, Yang Jingting will impart all his alchemy skills to Wei Zhong without reservation, and will not accept any reward.

"All that remains is to understand the three types of spiritual pills before you can begin refining the Qi-Nourishing Pill."

"With my abilities, it probably won't take much time."

"As for cultivation level, there's even less to worry about..."

Just as Wei Zhong was lost in thought, a rapid knocking sounded at the door:

"Young master, young master, something terrible has happened!"

When the door opened, Qin Shuhan, her face full of anxiety, was there.

"Young Master, people from the Wei family have come and are trying to forcibly seize the Master's shop."

Wei Zhong was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage:

How dare he?

"Come, follow me down the mountain. I want to see how they're going to seize my Wei family's estate."

Qin Shuhan wanted to say something more, but when she turned her head, Wei Zhong's figure had already gone down the mountain.

With a stomp of his foot, he had no choice but to follow.