I have a proficiency panel for alchemy and immortality

Chapter 68 Do it for me!
Although the refining failed again this time, Song Jie could clearly feel that this failure was different from the previous ones.

The previous failure was entirely due to the intense spiritual conflict between the medicinal materials and the extreme incoordination that led to the chaos.

The feeling of this explosion was very similar to the one when I was refining the rejuvenation pill.

In other words, the recipe for the Mi Shen Wan that he deduced this time is most likely correct.

It's just because you're not proficient enough and haven't grasped the details that you end up with such a mess.

It’s the same explosion, but the reasons for the explosion are different.

"There should be no problem with the recipe this time. Let's take a break and try to refine another pot."

Song Jie's eyes sparkled, and he was quite excited.

But amidst this excitement, there was also a hint of fatigue.

In one day, there were so many uproars and the recipe was deduced eight or nine times. Even he could not bear it any longer.

He took a pill of Fuling Pill and sat cross-legged in meditation for a while.

When his energy and spirit were restored to their best condition, the fatigue in Song Jie's eyes disappeared and his eyes were shining brightly.

"Continue to refine the elixir, and try to succeed within three attempts!"

Looking at the only three pots left, Song Jie encouraged himself again.

It was already dark at this time. If the three pots were also blown through, he would have to wait until tomorrow morning to go out and buy another pot.

Even though the shops close late, Song Jie doesn't want to go out for a stroll late at night as he feels it is too dangerous.

Standing next to the stove, Song Jie took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly to calm his somewhat nervous mood.

He raised his hand, pointed it at the brand new big iron pot, and fixed his eyes.

"Teng~"

In an instant, a cluster of faint blue flames appeared out of nowhere in the iron pot.

As the Dream Flower and the Magic Fruit were thrown into it, the dark blue flame suddenly increased and a "sizzling" sound was heard from it.

Under the smelting of the Qingming Phantom Fire, the Fantasy Dream Flower and the Divine Fruit soon showed signs of melting.

Seizing this opportunity, Song Jie reached out and grabbed the auxiliary medicines on the chopping board, forget-me-not seeds and magic vine leaves.

These two auxiliary medicines were the choice he made after summarizing his experiences of many failures.

Forget-me-not is a magical plant that can make people temporarily forget their worries. Its seeds contain concentrated spiritual essence.

After repeated deductions, Song Jie believed that when the Mi Shen Pills took effect, the spirituality contained in the forget-me-not seeds could make the enemy temporarily forget to resist.

The magic vine leaf is a vine-like spiritual plant that grows in dark and dense forests, and its leaves are dark purple.

In a dimly lit environment, the magic vine leaves can absorb the spiritual energy floating in the air and transform it into a unique psychedelic effect, which can significantly enhance the efficacy of the magic pills.

These two auxiliary medicines are the most compatible with the main medicine among the many medicinal materials Song Jie has tried.

The feeling of the previous failed refining had already confirmed this.

When the forget-me-not seeds and magic vine leaves were thrown into the Azure Nether Fire, the dark blue flame first expanded and then quickly stabilized.

When the two main herbs and the two auxiliary herbs are almost melted and there is a tendency for them to get entangled together.

Song Jie immediately picked up the Moonlight Dew in the porcelain bottle on the chopping board, aimed it at the center of the medicine liquid, and dripped it down.

As the three drops of moon dew passed through the Qingming Nether Fire, they merged into the deep purple medicine liquid.

Suddenly, a wisp of psychedelic fragrance floated out from the Qingming Phantom Fire and silently penetrated into Song Jie's nostrils.

"Oops, I forgot to hold my breath..."

After smelling the faint psychedelic fragrance, Song Jie's face changed immediately.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt an irresistible drowsiness coming over him. His brain became groggy and he seemed like he was going to fall asleep at any moment.

In a trance, he failed to control the Qingming Phantom Fire, and the spiritual power of the medicinal herbs, which had managed to maintain balance with great difficulty, suddenly became violent.

"Bang~"

The explosion woke Song Jie from his coma.

"What a pity, it was just a little bit short..."

Song Jie sighed in annoyance.

Looking at the familiar thick smoke, it was obvious that the pot must have been blown through again.

When the smoke had almost dissipated, Song Jie took down the big iron pot with a hole in it and piled it on top of the pile of broken pots in the corner of the kitchen.

Then, he picked up a brand new large iron pot and installed it.

After washing off the smoky makeup on his face, Song Jie silently practiced Changchun Gong, and the psychedelic power remaining in his body was gradually expelled from his body.

"Go on! Remember to hold your breath this time!"

After reminding himself, Song Jie saw that he was in good condition at the moment, so he immediately chose to continue refining the Mishen Pills.

Raise your left hand, place your palm towards the newly replaced large iron pot, and let your heart follow your mind.

With a "teng" sound, the dark blue Netherworld Fire appeared in the iron pot again. Song Jie did not hesitate, picked up the Dream Flower on the chopping board with his right hand, and threw it into the Netherworld Fire.

Following closely behind is the Shenmi Fruit.

Song Jie was already very skilled at this operation. He put the forget-me-not seeds and magic vine leaves into the pot one after another like flowing water.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Seeing that the part of dripping moonlight dew was about to begin, Song Jie was ready to hold his breath.

As a result, the Qingming Phantom Fire suddenly shook and then expanded rapidly.

"not good!"

As soon as Song Jie finished speaking, he heard a familiar explosion.

"Bang~"

Thick smoke billowed up again, and Song Jie's face was once again covered with smoky makeup, and his complexion turned black.

"It's too difficult to refine this new elixir..."

Song Jie had a sad face. This time, the refining failed because a detail was not handled properly.

At this moment, he finally understood the difficulties faced by wild alchemists.

Without the assistance of golden fingers such as attribute panels, even as a time traveler like him, he would only face failure again and again when refining new pills.

Only when the experience of failure accumulates to a certain extent and there is a sudden epiphany one day, can the success rate of alchemy be improved.

Before the sudden enlightenment, the resources consumed by the failed alchemy were indeed a considerable expense for the wild alchemist.

This is also the main reason why most wild alchemists are first-level alchemists, and very few can be promoted to second-level alchemists.

He changed to the last big iron pot and washed his face again.

Song Jie took several deep breaths to adjust his somewhat unstable mood.

"This is the last big iron pot. This time, we must succeed, not fail!
"If I fail, I will... wash my hair standing upside down in the street!"

After giving himself a military order, Song Jie took out another Fuling Pill and swallowed it.

Then he sat cross-legged on the spot and practiced Changchun Gong.

With the help of the Fuling Pill, his spiritual power soon returned to its best condition.

He opened his eyes and slowly stood up.

Song Jie just felt that his mind was as calm as water, without any distractions.

Without thinking any more, he aimed directly at the big iron pot and released the Green Netherworld Fire.

The next moment, a faint blue flame was reflected in Song Jie's pupils.

He stretched out his right hand and threw the Dream Flower and the Divine Fruit into the Azure Fire one after another.

When the two main herbs showed signs of melting, he immediately threw the forget-me-not seeds and magic vine leaves into the blue flames one after another.

The two main herbs and two auxiliary herbs gradually began to melt under the smelting of the Qingming Nether Fire.

Not long after, a pool of dark purple liquid appeared in the large iron pot.

Seizing the opportunity, Song Jie reached out and picked up the Yuehua Lu on the chopping board, aimed the bottle mouth at the center of the medicine liquid, and shook it gently.

Three drops of moon dew fell one after another.

The moment the Moonlight Dew touched the dark purple liquid, Song Jie also held his breath at the right time.

Immediately afterwards, a wisp of psychedelic fragrance wafted out and spread.

Song Jie, who had been prepared, was not affected this time. He continued to control the Qingming Phantom Fire and coordinate the spirituality in the medicine.

At this time, the two main medicines and the two auxiliary medicines have all melted into liquid medicine and are intertwined together under the guidance of the Moon Dew.

Faintly, the pool of medicine seemed to emit a purple halo.

However, it is difficult to distinguish under the cover of the Qingming Phantom Fire.

I don't know if it was the halo from the medicine itself, or the halo reflected by the Qingming Phantom Fire.

As time passed, the medicine in the pot gradually became thicker and turned into a paste.

Then, under the influence of the Qingming Phantom Fire, the paste began to wriggle and slowly took on the shape of a pill.

Seeing this, Song Jie did not relax at all, but instead increased the output of spiritual power.

He concentrated on manipulating the Qingming Phantom Fire, continuously refining the impurities in the elixir while constantly compressing the volume of the elixir.

He watched as the pill became more and more round as he refined it.

Song Jie's eyes immediately focused, and he suddenly poured his spiritual power into the Qingming Phantom Fire and shouted loudly.

"Give it to me!"

(End of this chapter)