I have a proficiency panel for alchemy and immortality

Chapter 2 Refining the Bigu Pill

"This body's aptitude for cultivating immortals is really poor. Its spiritual roots are too mixed."

Looking at the attribute panel that appeared in front of him, Song Jie couldn't help but complain.

As we all know, as a time traveler, the attribute panel is standard. This is why Song Jie was not too panicked after knowing that he had traveled through time.

According to the original owner's memory, five-attribute spiritual roots are recognized as waste spiritual roots in the world of immortal cultivation, and very few sects are willing to recruit disciples with five-attribute spiritual roots.

In his early years, the original owner had sought the truth everywhere, but he kept hitting a wall. Finally, out of desperation, he settled down in Xinyue Market and became an alchemy tool.

"It took ten years to cultivate to the second level of Qi Refining Stage. This cultivation speed is really too slow. It is worthy of being a waste spiritual root."

After Song Jie made a rough calculation, his face gradually turned ugly, and he said with a sad face: "Fuck, at this cultivation speed, I may not be able to break through the foundation-building stage until I die."

Normally, the further you advance in your realm, the longer it takes to reach your new level.

Because there was no specific reference, Song Jie could only make a rough inference based on the common sense of cultivating immortals in his memory, and he was horrified to find that he might never have the chance to build a foundation in this lifetime.

Fortunately, there is the attribute panel, so we can still rescue it.

After calming down a little, Song Jie turned his attention to the attribute panel again.

"Eternal Spring Skill, One Finger Zen, Dragon Claw Hand... Why do these names sound a bit strange? They should all be proper skills and spells, right?"

Song Jie couldn't control his thoughts and couldn't help but let them wander in strange directions.

This technique and two spells were acquired by the original owner through a chance encounter in his early years.

Ten years ago, after being rejected by the immortal cultivation sect for the Nth time, the original owner became disheartened and planned to return to his hometown to farm.

Unexpectedly, they met a seriously injured and dying Qi Refining cultivator on the road. Seeing that the other party still had some breath left, the original owner carried him on his back and planned to find a cave to treat his external injuries.

As a result, he accidentally tripped over a stone on the roadside and fell, killing the seriously injured Qi Refining Monk. In the end, they could only dig a hole to bury him.

The Changchun Gong and the two magic spells were obtained from the monk who fell to his death.

After acquiring the immortal cultivation technique, the original owner simply stopped returning to his hometown to farm and went directly to Xinyue Market, where he found a job refining pills, hoping for a chance to change his fate in the future.

“If you haven’t entered the alchemy rank yet, you may have to refine a first-grade elixir and become a first-grade alchemist before you can enter the rank.

“My proficiency in making Bigu Pills is quite high, having reached the level of minor success, but I don’t know what comes after that.

"Skill points can be used to improve the proficiency of skills, spells, body movements, magical powers, and techniques. I wonder how much proficiency one skill point can improve."

Thinking of this, Song Jie did not hesitate and focused his attention on the exercises.

As his mind moved, his skill points instantly decreased by 5, and his proficiency in Changchun Gong changed at the same time.

[Kung Fu: Changchun Kung Fu (Proficiency 280/300)]

Seeing that his proficiency in Changchun Gong had increased from 275 points to 280 points, Song Jie nodded thoughtfully.

"One skill point can increase the proficiency of a skill by one point.

“If I raise my proficiency in Changchun Kung Fu to the next level, my training speed should increase.

"If you calculate it this way, you can probably build your foundation before you are eighty years old."

After studying the attribute panel for a while, Song Jie put it away and did not rush to use up the remaining 5 skill points.

He already roughly understood the function of the attribute panel, and the most important one was undoubtedly the skill points.

It allows him to quickly improve his proficiency in skills, spells, body movements, magical powers, and techniques in a short period of time.

The improvement of proficiency can speed up the practice, enhance the power of spells and improve the success rate and quality of medicine refining.

Of course, the premise of all this is that you have enough skill points.

“The acquisition of skill points can only be done slowly later.

"For now, let's refine the Bigu Pill first and solve the current survival problem."

Searching his memory for the method of refining the Bigu Pill, Song Jie nodded and said to himself:

"Although it is a little different from the ideal alchemy, it is still within an acceptable range."

As a well-known alchemy blogger on Douyin, Song Jie has also refined many elixirs, and all of them are deeply loved by netizens.

Therefore, Song Jie also had a lot of experience in alchemy. He quickly integrated the original owner's memory and mastered the method of refining the Qigong Pill.

The method of refining the Bigu Pill was similar to the indescribable pills he had refined before, and the tools used to make the pills were all pots. Yes, they were all pots, not the so-called alchemy furnace.

After sorting out the steps of refining the Bigu Pill, Song Jie unpacked the medicinal materials on the wooden table and roughly classified the purchased medicinal materials.

“Sesame seeds must be fried first, honey must be boiled before use, and the rest of the herbs must be ground into powder.

"Before the herbs are ground into powder, they must be dried and then baked until there is no moisture at all, and then they can be ground into powder."

Without the assistance of modern tools, Song Jie can only process medicinal materials according to traditional methods.

Pour the medicinal materials that need to be powdered into dustpans and take them outside to dry in the sun.

"Fortunately, the weather is good today and the sun is very bright."

Song Jie looked up at the sky, blocked the sun's rays with the back of his hand, smiled, and went back into the house to prepare a fire to fry sesame seeds.

After several days of busy work, Song Jie finally processed all the materials for refining the Bigu Pills and divided them according to the refining ratio.

"Finally, I can start refining the Bigu Pill."

Handling all the herbs by yourself is not only tiring but also time-consuming.

In Baodan Building, medicinal materials are handled by dedicated personnel with a very clear division of labor, so as to ensure efficiency and output.

Song Jie is short of money now, and the profit of the Bigu Pill is low, so it is impossible for him to hire someone to process the medicinal materials for him. He can only do it himself.

Rubbing his sore shoulders, Song Jie picked up some firewood, threw it into the stove and lit it.

When white steam rose from the large iron pot, Song Jie immediately put the processed herbs into the pot one by one according to the order.

He picked up the pot and spoon next to him and started stir-frying skillfully.

After a while, the fragrance filled the air, and Song Jie poured in a little roasted sesame seeds and continued to stir-fry.

Finally, pour in the boiled honey, mix evenly with the medicinal powder in the pot, and then cover the pot.

Half an hour later, Song Jie opened the lid of the pot with great anticipation. A pot of sticky paste appeared in front of him and he took a deep breath.

"It's so fragrant!"

Song Jie stretched out his finger, gently dipped a little of the paste in the pot, and put it into his mouth.

Closing his eyes and savoring the sweet fragrance in his mouth, Song Jie slowly opened his eyes and nodded:

“Not bad, the taste is sweet but not greasy, and the fragrance lingers on your lips and teeth.

“Looking at its appearance, it is shiny and moist. This pot can be used to make high-quality fasting pills.

“But I always feel like something is missing.”

After thinking for a moment, Song Jie quickly found the answer.

In the past, after swallowing the pills he made, he always felt hot all over and his blood rushed.

I didn’t have that feeling this time, so I felt a little uncomfortable.

"I wonder what would happen if I added some Epimedium to this fasting pill?"

Thinking of this, Song Jie couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable light.

But he quickly suppressed this thought, as these fasting pills were related to his survival and he couldn't mess around with them.

Once things become stable, it won’t be too late to go back to your old job.

When the temperature in the pot dropped slightly, Song Jie immediately raised his hands, pinched a small piece of the boiling paste, and rubbed it quickly in his palms.

This is an essential skill for a qualified alchemist, making pills with bare hands.

It’s not that Song Jie likes to rub the pills with his bare hands, but because there is no special mold at home, so he can only endure the scorching heat and rub the pills with his hands.

He had to rub all the paste into pills before it cooled down.

Song Jie's hands moved so quickly that they left afterimages, as if countless hands were turning there, rubbing out thumb-sized pills one after another.

When Song Jie stopped what he was doing, fifty fasting pills were neatly placed on the chopping board.

(End of this chapter)