"Didn't Deacon Xia just come to check on me a few days ago?" the guard asked in confusion.
"He has seen it, can't I look at it again?" Deacon Mei glared at him and said unhappily.
"Of course, of course." The guard almost slapped himself in the mouth. Up and down the Danxin Pavilion, no one knew that Deacon Mei and Deacon Xia were incompatible. It was not good for me to mention who, so why did I mention him?
Seeing that Deacon Mei was angry, the guard did not dare to say anything more and quickly felt relieved.
Deacon Mei entered the house, pretended to check some spiritual herbs, and walked towards a warehouse as if he was careless.
If he remembered correctly, the spiritual grass needed to refine the Holy Poaching Pill was kept in it. However, since it is not a very rare spiritual grass in itself, it only exists as an auxiliary material in the elixir recipe, so it is not affected by it.
People value.
However, any kind of elixir prescription is the hard work of countless seniors in the elixir world, and it is extremely rigorous. There is no room for any mistakes in any of the spiritual herbs, even if it is only an auxiliary material.
"Aren't you going to refine the Saint-breaking Pill? With just a little effort, I can make all your efforts go to waste." Seeing that no one was watching, Deacon Mei showed a proud smile on his lips.
If it were anyone else, it would not be easy to tamper with the spiritual grass, but his Mei family has worked for Danxin Pavilion for generations, and his father and grandfather are the deacons responsible for supervising the spiritual grass garden in the pavilion. They have been influenced by it since childhood.
A little bit of hands and feet can't trouble him.
Just as Mei Zhi entered the spiritual grass storehouse, Qiu Zhenwen had a smirk on his face. Suddenly, the jade token hidden in his waist made a soft sound that only he heard.
Qiu Zhenwen looked around carefully and saw that no one was paying attention to him. He felt relieved, pretended to be nonchalant, and quietly slipped out of Danxin Pavilion.
In the alchemy room, the muffled sound of a furnace explosion was still heard from time to time, but the frequency was getting lower and lower. Everyone knew that Ling Chuxi was becoming more and more proficient in his techniques and his control of the fire was getting better and better.
Finally, there was a long silence in the alchemy room, and a strange fragrance of alchemy could be faintly heard.
Ling Chuxi held a crystal-clear jade-like special-grade elixir with a cloud of elixir flowing in her hand, with a look of relief on her face. After hundreds of practices, she finally succeeded in refining this marrow-cleansing elixir, which was the same as before in the human race.
Compared with the marrow cleansing liquid refined in space, the spiritual energy contained in this special elixir is hundreds to a thousand times richer, and its efficacy is also completely different.
This should be able to stabilize Yichen's injuries, and the stone in Ling Chuxi's heart finally fell halfway.
This marrow-cleansing pill is a new pill formula that Ling Chuxi combined with the experts of hundreds of schools. It doesn't have a name yet. Ling Chuxi thought about it and decided to call it the spiritual marrow pill.
"Master Ling, congratulations. From the looks of it, your technique should be almost practiced." As soon as she walked out of the alchemy room, Yu Qiubai and others came up to greet her and congratulated her.
Everyone thought that she was trying to figure out the method of breaking the Holy Pill and refining some other elixirs for practice. Since she succeeded just now, refining the Holy Pill should not be a big problem.
"It's okay. Thank you for your concern." Ling Chuxi knew that they had misunderstood, so she thanked them without explaining too much.
Seeing that it was getting late, Ling Chuxi said goodbye to everyone, returned to Qingxiang Xiaozhu, and asked Meixiu to go visit Ling Yichen with her.
In the dilapidated courtyard, Ling Yichen's thin figure was as lonely and desolate as before.