Immortality and Cultivation: I can extract entries from all things.

At dawn, Fang He stood by his own spiritual field, gazing at the lush green spiritual valley before him.

Recently, his alchemy studies have been progressing well, and the idea in his mind has become clearer and clearer.

If the spirit fields could be converted to grow spirit herbs, it would not only complement alchemy studies but also increase profits, wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?

But this matter is of great importance, and we need to consult with someone knowledgeable about it.

Fang He thought of Old Man Lin.

The old man has been cultivating spiritual plants all his life and is very experienced; he can probably offer some guidance.

Fang He arrived at the edge of Old Man Lin's spiritual field, where the old man was checking the growth of the spiritual grains.

"Uncle Lin, are you busy?"

Old Man Lin straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It's Fang He! So early? I heard you're doing quite well in alchemy, and you can already produce pills?"

Fang He nodded: "We managed to get one batch done by luck, but we're still far from it."

"That's great news." Old Lin smiled. "What's the matter?"

Fang He revealed his purpose: "I'd like to discuss something with you. I'm planning to convert the spirit fields into areas for growing spirit herbs. What do you think?"

After hearing this, Old Man Lin's smile gradually faded, and he shook his head repeatedly.

"Fang He, I advise you to reconsider this idea."

Fang He was somewhat surprised: "Is there something wrong?"

Old Man Lin sighed, squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, and rubbed it.

"Spiritual herbs are not like spiritual grains. Spiritual grains are robust; as long as water and fertilizer are adequate, the yield is guaranteed. Spiritual herbs, on the other hand, are very delicate."

He counted on his fingers:

"First, spiritual herbs have high requirements for soil quality. This field has been planted with spiritual grains for several years, and the soil properties are already established. If you suddenly switch to planting spiritual herbs, you have to nurture the soil first. Nurturing the soil will take at least half a year. If there is no harvest during these six months, what will you eat?"

"Secondly, spiritual herbs are prone to disease. If a spiritual grain gets infested with insects, it can still be harvested if it survives. But if a spiritual herb gets infected, the whole field is ruined. As a beginner in alchemy, you don't know enough about these diseases, so the risk is too great."

"Third, spiritual herbs have a long growth cycle. Spiritual grains ripen in three months, but spiritual herbs take anywhere from six months to a year. What if you encounter something during this time and urgently need spirit stones?"

Fang He remained silent.

He hadn't really thought these things through before.

Old Man Lin continued, "I've seen several people switch crops, and not many of them ended up well."

"The year before last, the son of Old Wang from the east end thought that the spirit grains weren't profitable enough, so he switched to growing spirit ginseng. As a result, there was a lot of rain that year, and most of the spirit ginseng rotted. He ended up with a huge debt and had to mortgage his spirit fields to work on a fishing boat at sea."

"Last year, the Liu family in the west also wanted to switch to this crop, but luckily I stopped them. Later, the price of spirit grain went up, and they actually made a profit."

Old Man Lin looked at Fang He with a serious expression in his eyes.

"Fang He, it's good that you're learning alchemy, but don't rush things. Steady progress is better than anything else."

Fang He pondered for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "Uncle Lin is right, I didn't think it through."

Old Man Lin patted him on the shoulder: "It's good that you have this idea, but the time is not right yet. Wait until you are more skilled in alchemy and have accumulated some savings before you consider it."

Fang He nodded.

The thought in his mind hadn't been completely dispelled, but it was temporarily put aside. Old Man Lin was right; a steady and methodical approach was the right way.

Three months later.

Late autumn has passed, and early winter is approaching. The sea breeze on Qing'ao Island carries a hint of chill, and the spirit grains in the spirit fields have already been harvested, with a new batch of seedlings overwintering.

For the past three months, Fang He has been tending to the spirit field every morning and learning alchemy at the pharmacy every afternoon. Day after day, rain or shine.

His alchemy skills were steadily improving. The success rate of Qi-restoring pills increased from the initial 30% to 60%, and the quality also improved from "barely usable" to "average".

Wu Danshi's evaluation of him changed from initial silence to occasional nods.

"You've already mastered the basics of the Qi-restoring pill."

Today, Master Wu Dan uttered a sentence and then placed a pill formula in front of Fang He.

"Nourishing Essence Pill".

Fang He picked up the prescription and examined it carefully.

The Qi Cultivation Pill is a mid-grade first-tier elixir that helps cultivators in the Qi Refining stage stabilize their foundation and improve their cultivation. Its formula is far more complex than the Qi Returning Pill, and the required medicinal materials are much rarer.

"This is what you'll be learning next," Master Wu Dan said. "It's much more difficult than the Qi-restoring pill, so be prepared."

Fang He nodded: "This disciple understands."

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He had previously come across the recipe for the Nourishing Essence Pill in the ancient pill formula fragments, and now that he was about to actually try to refine it, he felt both anticipation and trepidation.

Fang He began preparations.

The medicinal herbs were prepared in advance: Ganoderma lucidum, ginseng, Polygonatum sibiricum, Polygonum multiflorum... Each herb was carefully inspected to ensure its superior quality.

He lit the fire and began warming the furnace.

The temperature distribution within every inch of the furnace was clearly displayed, and the temperature of the spiritual fire was precisely controlled within a stable range. The timing of each crucial moment appeared in his mind: when to add the medicinal herbs, when to withdraw the spiritual energy, and when to adjust the heat—all were predetermined.

"Drug it."

Fang He added the medicinal herbs one by one. At each step, he carefully recalled the records in the prescription, grasping the timing and dosage of each medicine.

However, the difficulty of obtaining the Peiyuan Pill is far greater than imagined.

The first attempt at refining resulted in an explosion in the furnace.

The medicinal liquid surged violently inside the furnace, bursting open the furnace lid with a loud bang. Fang He was prepared and dodged to the side, but a few of his eyebrows were still singed.

The second time, the medicinal properties clashed, and the pill failed to solidify, turning into a turbid liquid.

The third time, the heat was too high, and the pills were burnt black, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

The fourth time, at the crucial moment of condensing the pill, the spiritual energy fluctuated, and cracks appeared on the surface of the pill, causing the effort to fail.

After four consecutive failures, most of the medicinal materials were used up.

Fang He frowned, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Too hasty."

Master Wu's voice rang out from the side: "Your spiritual energy output is unstable. Trying to achieve the desired result in one step will only make things worse."

Fang He took a deep breath and adjusted her mindset.

He remembered what Old Man Lin had said—steady progress is better than anything else.

The fifth time, he slowed down.

The spiritual fire slowly heated up, the medicinal herbs were added to the furnace one by one, and spiritual energy was steadily poured in...

The aroma of medicine in the furnace gradually intensified, and the elixir began to condense.

Fang He was completely focused, not daring to be distracted in the slightest. He had a thorough understanding of the state of each medicinal herb, clearly discerning which medicinal properties had been fully released and which still needed further integration.

"Condensing Pill!"

The spiritual energy converged, and the medicinal liquid condensed.

The flames went out, and the furnace temperature gradually decreased.

Fang He lifted the furnace lid—

Two round pills lay quietly at the bottom of the furnace, their surfaces gleaming with a faint luster.

"It's done!" Fang He breathed a sigh of relief.

Although there were only two pieces, one of which was slightly lighter in color and of slightly inferior condition, it was still a success nonetheless.

Master Wu stepped forward to examine it and nodded, saying, "Not bad. This one is of superior quality, and this one... is barely usable."

He pointed to the defective item: "Keep it for yourself."

Fang He picked up the defective item and focused his senses on it—

The panel appears.

[Retrievable historical traces detected]

[Item: Defective Peiyuan Pill (Self-Refined)]

[Historical Imprint: Micro-Control of Alchemy Fire (Gray)]

【Whether to extract? 】

Fang He's heart skipped a beat. This was the first time he had discovered that similar terms could be extracted repeatedly.

He confirmed the extraction.

Extraction successful

[Acquired entry: Micro-control of Alchemy Fire (gray)]

Some vague memories surfaced in my mind.

That is the perception and control of subtle changes in the spiritual fire during the refining process.

It has become clearer than before when the temperature is too high or too low, and how to adjust the spiritual energy output to stabilize the flame.

It turned out to be the case.

Similar terms can be combined, but their effect will decrease.

The first [Micro-Control of Spirit Fire] skill increased his control over the spirit fire by a full ten percent. After this second skill was added, the overall effect was only a "slight increase".

Even so, it is still a real step forward.

Fang He kept this discovery in mind.

The more pills you refine in the future, the more entries you can extract. Although the cumulative benefits decrease, they will eventually lead to a qualitative improvement.

"You're progressing faster than I expected."

Master Wu showed a rare hint of approval, "Starting tomorrow, I will teach you the technique of condensing elixir."

Fang He cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, Senior Wu."

"Don't call me Master," Master Wu said calmly. "You're not my disciple yet."

Fang He smiled and said no more.

He knew in his heart that whether he called him Master or Senior Wu, he would remember the kindness of his teachings over the past three months.

Fang He walked out of the pharmacy; it was already dark.

A cold wind blew in my face, carrying the chill of early winter.

He looked back in the direction of the pharmacy, and a clearer plan formed in his mind.

The alchemy skills improved steadily, and the entries were constantly being accumulated.

Although the idea of ​​switching to cultivating medicinal herbs was temporarily shelved, he did not give up.

But now is not the time.

Take steady and cautious steps, proceeding cautiously and methodically.