In the end, seeing that things were getting out of hand, He Xiongshan gritted his teeth and stopped caring about these two troublesome disciples.
There are more and more disciples in Hongmeng Hall, and the alchemy cabinet is completely surrounded.
Leng Qingshuang had already begun to refine the medicine, and a cluster of red flames burned in her outstretched palm, leaping beneath the cauldron.
Leng Qingshuang's mastery in controlling the size of the fire is astonishing to see.
"Senior Sister Leng is born with martial arts and has mastered the red lotus karma fire. She is the successor of Leng Mansion in the north. When it comes to medicine, Senior Sister Leng of Hongmeng Hall is truly worthy of her title."
"Although my junior sister is known as a miracle doctor, she has never made medicine in front of everyone. She has neither innate karma fire nor acquired supernatural fire. How can she make medicine?"
"My little junior sister is like Feng Zhihuo, have you forgotten?"
"Nonsense, Feng Zhihuo is a violent fire. The intensity of the fire cannot be controlled. It is extremely violent. If it is used to refine medicine, wouldn't it be a waste of medicinal materials?"
Everyone gathered around and discussed, and almost everyone thought that the result was no different.
They have witnessed with their own eyes Leng Qingshuang’s medicinal strength, and she is the best among our generation!
One of the Xuanji disciples, a warrior from the Great Yan Dynasty, looked at Chu Yue with disappointment and said to his friends:
"Yesterday I didn't go to the Taoist Monument, but I heard in the courtyard that 'the names of the hundred thousand disciples of the Taoist Monument have entered the ambitions of my Lord Chu, Honghu'. We were both born in a vassal country. I was proud of her and thought she would rise to become a generation in the vassal country.
Legend. Warriors who have come through adversity should have a calm mind and a tenacious spirit, but today, when I look at them, they are completely disappointed. How can such a person enhance the prestige of our vassal country?"
After saying this, the disciple shook his head, full of disappointment.
Chu Yue seemed not to hear the sound from everywhere, sitting cross-legged in front of the cauldron, gathering momentum and publicity.
When she was refining the medicine, she looked particularly focused and serious.
Leng Qingshuang had already started to put the medicinal materials into the cauldron, but she made no move and was still observing the medicinal materials.
In the eyes of the surrounding disciples, they just thought that Chu Yue was unable to refine the medicine at all and was deliberately stalling for time.
But for Chu Yue, this is a very sacred thing.
Refining medicine is a tedious and boring process composed of countless details. Any detail will affect the finished pill.
When she was the leader of the ancient martial arts sect, the Shennong medical skills she practiced were extremely advanced.
In other words, she had been exposed to the medical practice of this era for at most half a year.
Medicinal medicine requires time accumulation and knowledge storage. Just distinguishing medicinal materials requires a lot of effort.
After thinking about it, Chu Yue immersed some of the medicinal materials in the water.
Seeing this, He Xiongshan frowned and said: "Before entering the cauldron, the Qianye Fire should not be exposed to water, as it will destroy the efficacy of the medicine."
All the disciples laughed out loud.
Even if they are not pharmacists, they all know that Qianyehuo is a powerful medicinal material and will be useless if immersed in water.
The disciples of the Great Yan Dynasty couldn't stand it anymore and turned around to leave, but were stopped by several mortal enemies who were always against them.
"Thank you, junior brother. Let's take a look. After all, this person is the hope of your vassal kingdom."
"Even if my arms and legs are broken, it shows that I am true to my word. We are all vassals. How can you leave the table?"
When the disciple heard the sarcastic voice, his sense of humiliation spread deep into his blood, and he glared at Chu Yue angrily.
If Ye Chuyue hadn't deliberately tried to show off his strength and lose face, why would he have been humiliated by this group of people!
At this time, Leng Qingshuang had almost finished refining the elixir, and Chu Yue was still using a unique method to process the medicinal materials.
Either soak the Qianye Fire in water, or chop the indivisible cold stone into powder with a bone-crushing axe.
The operation was as fierce as a tiger, but the refining of the medicine had not yet begun. One could not help but suspect that she wanted to lose a little dignity, so she wasted the medicinal materials without logic.