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

After leaving the patrol team, Fang He devoted all his energy to studying alchemy.

Every morning, I tend to the spirit fields; in the afternoon, I go to the pharmacy to learn alchemy; in the evening, I practice the fireball technique; and at night, I cultivate the Green Wood Technique.

Day after day, life is regular and fulfilling.

Without the risks of patrol missions, time is entirely under one's control.

This change made him feel at ease.

Three months have passed, and the atmosphere of early spring is gradually becoming stronger.

The seedlings in the spiritual field are turning green again, and the medicinal herbs in the backyard of the pharmacy are also sprouting new buds.

Fang He's alchemy skills steadily improved during this period.

The success rate of Qi-restoring pills is consistently above 70%, and even Qi-cultivating pills can be refined to a medium-grade quality.

However, he vaguely sensed that his alchemy skills seemed to have hit a bottleneck.

No matter how hard we try, we can't make any further breakthroughs in the success rate and quality of our pills.

That day, Fang He was refining a batch of Qi-restoring pills.

The medicinal liquid surged within the alchemy furnace, and the spiritual fire slowly heated up.

He was completely focused, combining and applying terms such as "micro-control of alchemical fire," "perception of fire temperature," "affinity of medicinal properties," and "comprehension of alchemical formulas" in a coordinated manner, striving for perfection in every step.

The furnace lid was lifted, and three round pills lay quietly at the bottom of the furnace.

Fang He picked up the pills, his brows furrowing slightly. Medium-grade quality, three pills were formed.

There has been no breakthrough compared to before.

"Are you agonizing over quality again?"

Wu Danshi's voice came from behind. Fang He turned around and saw that the old man was already standing at the door of the alchemy room.

"Senior Wu."

Master Wu entered the alchemy room, picked up a pill, examined it for a moment, and nodded, saying, "With your current cultivation and experience, this is already your limit."

Fang He remained silent. He knew that what Master Wu said was true, but he still felt resentful.

Master Wu seemed to see through his thoughts and slowly said:

"Have you ever wondered why, even though they are both first-tier alchemists, the quality of the pills they refine can vary so drastically?"

Fang He thought for a moment: "Controlling the heat? The quality of the medicinal herbs?"

"These are all basics." Master Wu shook his head, his gaze becoming somewhat distant. "The real difference lies in the final step of condensing the elixir."

"Coagulation pill?"

"In the final stage of alchemy, the elixir solidifies and takes shape."

Master Wu's voice lowered slightly, "If this step is done well, the quality of the pill can be improved by a grade; if it's done poorly, all the previous efforts will be wasted. When I was young, I stumbled on this very step, ruining countless good medicinal herbs, before I slowly figured out a few tricks of the trade."

He paused, his gaze becoming serious.

"I've been observing you for three months. Your foundation is solid, and your talent for vocabulary is unique, making you perfect for practicing my exclusive techniques."

Fang He's heart skipped a beat. A unique skill?

Master Wu Dan took out a jade slip with a pale blue luster from his bosom and handed it to Fang He.

"The Elixir Condensation Technique. The culmination of my life's experience in alchemy, which I have never passed on to anyone outside the family."

Fang He took the jade slip and felt the spiritual energy fluctuations contained within it. The jade slip was warm to the touch, and he could vaguely sense the weight it carried.

"Senior Wu, this is far too valuable..."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Master Wu interrupted him, her tone cold, but her eyes held a barely perceptible tenderness. "Since you're willing to take care of Yun'er, I have nothing to hide. At my age, some things are useless to me; I might as well pass them on to someone who can use them."

A warm feeling welled up in Fang He's heart. He knew that Master Wu was aloof and taciturn, so it was already rare for him to say such a thing.

"Thank you very much, Senior Wu."

Master Wu waved his hand, seemingly a little uncomfortable: "Don't rush to thank me. The Alchemy Condensation Technique is quite difficult; whether you can learn it depends on yourself. If you can't learn it, I'll be embarrassed to take this jade slip back. Don't waste all my hard work."

Fang He nodded solemnly: "This disciple will certainly do his best."

"Still calling me a disciple?" Master Wu snorted coldly, but did not refute the title.

He began to explain the essentials of the Elixir Condensation Technique.

How to refine the medicinal properties using a special method of spiritual energy circulation at the moment the elixir condenses.

How to seize that fleeting opportunity.

How to integrate one's own aura with the alchemy furnace.

"Listen carefully, this is the most important point."

Wu Danshi's voice became serious.

"At the moment of condensing the pill, the circulation of spiritual energy must be synchronized with the changes in the medicinal properties. If it is a moment too slow, the medicinal properties will dissipate; if it is a moment too fast, the pill will be uneven. I was stuck on this step back then, and it took me three whole years to finally understand it."

Fang He listened attentively, memorizing every key point.

He could tell that every word Master Wu said was based on solid experience, without any reservations.

"You're young, and you're more perceptive than I am."

Master Wu concluded by saying, "Back then, I had no one to teach me; I had to figure it out on my own. You are luckier than me."

The words were spoken plainly, but Fang He understood their deeper meaning.

After explaining, Master Wu said, "Stay here and contemplate the contents of the jade slip. Ask me if you have any questions. I'm going out for some fresh air; it's stuffy in this alchemy room."

Fang He nodded, sat down cross-legged, and probed the jade slip with his divine sense.

The jade slip contained methods for circulating spiritual energy and insights into alchemy, every word and sentence representing the essence of Master Wu's life experience.

Fang He's divine sense penetrated deep into the jade slip, and he began to carefully study the contents of the Elixir Condensation Technique.

Methods for circulating spiritual energy...

Timing skills...

The fusion of energy and the alchemy furnace...

These contents were profound and exquisite, far surpassing any alchemical techniques he had learned before.

Just then, the panel quietly appeared.

[Retrievable historical traces detected]

[Item: Jade Slip Inheriting the Elixir Condensation Technique]

[Historical Imprint: The Elixir Condensation Technique (Green), a unique method for condensing elixirs and refining medicine]

【Whether to extract? 】

Fang He was startled.

Green entries!

Before him, a green entry awaited his extraction.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and confirmed the extraction.

Extraction successful

[Acquired entry: Core Formation Technique (Green)]

[Essence Condensation Technique (Green): In the final stage of alchemy, it can refine the quality of pills, significantly improving the success rate and quality of pills.]

Fang He felt an unprecedented power surge into his mind.

That's not just simple knowledge or experience, but a profound understanding.

My understanding of condensing elixir, the essence of alchemy, and how to perfectly blend spiritual power with medicinal properties.

Countless images flashed through his mind.

A young man struggled in front of the alchemy furnace, failing time and time again, and starting over each time.

His face was covered in sweat and resentment in the firelight.

Fang He opened her eyes, her breathing rapid, her hands trembling slightly.

Is this the power of green entries?

He glanced at the jade slip in his hand, and an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

Master Wu Dan entrusted me with the legacy he had painstakingly built up over his life; this trust and expectation were weighty.

"Senior..." Fang He murmured softly.

Fang He stood up and decided to immediately verify the effects of the Core Formation Technique.

He rekindled the fire, warmed the furnace, and prepared the medicinal herbs.

This time, he is going to refine the Qi-Nourishing Pill.

The spiritual fire heats up, the medicinal herbs are added to the furnace one by one, and spiritual energy is steadily poured in...

Everything was as usual until the moment the elixir began to condense.

The elixir slowly condensed inside the furnace, its medicinal aroma growing stronger and stronger...

"Freeze!"

Fang He gathered his spiritual power, and the elixir condensed into a form.

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

Fang He lifted the furnace lid.

Four pills lay quietly at the bottom of the furnace, each one round and plump, with a pale blue sheen on its surface.

He picked one up and examined it closely.

Top quality!

Four Qi-Nourishing Pills, all of superior grade!

Fang He gently stroked the surface of the pill with his fingers, feeling the medicinal power contained within. It was warm, full, and pure in nature.

This was the highest quality batch he had ever produced since he began refining elixirs.

Previously, the best I ever refined was only two mid-grade and one low-grade Qi-cultivating pills. But now, all four are high-grade!

Is this the power of green entries?

"Did it work?"

Wu Danshi's voice came from the doorway.

Fang He turned around and saw the old man standing at the door of the alchemy room, his gaze fixed on the pills in his hand.

"Senior Wu."

Fang He stepped forward and presented the pills, saying, "Please take a look."

Master Wu picked up a pill, examined it for a moment, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"It's faster than I expected." He looked up at Fang He. "You really do have a talent for alchemy."

"It's all thanks to your guidance, senior." Fang He bowed and said, "Without your generous teachings, I don't know how many detours I would have taken."

Master Wu waved his hand, a rare smile appearing on his face: "Your talent is quite good, better than mine when I was young. Back then, I had no one to teach me and took too many detours. The fact that you can learn so quickly is your own skill."

He paused, then placed the pill back in Fang He's hand, his tone becoming more serious:

"From this day forward, you have truly entered the field."

These few words warmed Fang He's heart.

He knew that Master Wu rarely praised people, so to receive this compliment was already a very high level of recognition.

"This disciple will not let down the senior's expectations."

Master Wu nodded, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end he just patted Fang He on the shoulder and turned to walk out.

"Practice hard. You'll definitely surpass me someday."

His back appeared somewhat hunched in the light from outside the door, but his steps remained steady.

Su Yun'er carried a plate of newly harvested medicinal herbs into the alchemy room. When she saw the pills in Fang He's hand, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Young Master Fang, this is... a high-grade Qi-Nourishing Pill?"

Fang He nodded: "It was just made."

Su Yun'er glanced in the direction where Master Wu had left, then looked at the pills in Fang He's hand, and seemed to understand something.

"Did your master pass on the Core Formation Technique to you?"

"Um."

A complex look flashed in Su Yun'er's eyes, then she gave a faint smile.

"Congratulations, Young Master Fang. I have never seen my master pass on his Core Formation Technique to anyone else."

Fang He understood the implication in her words and said solemnly, "I will always remember Senior Wu's kindness. I will do my best if there is anything I can do to help you in the future."

Su Yun'er gently shook her head: "Young Master Fang, there's no need for that. It's a blessing for Master to find a successor like you."

She put down the herbs and stepped aside to stand quietly.

His gaze fell on the direction where Master Wu Dan had left, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

Fang He noticed this and made a mental note of it.