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Chapter 281 Philosopher’s Stone

The gray-green alchemical cauldron, which looked like a steamed bun, emitted bursts of steam, and the bright white light flowing in the observation window gradually turned golden. Feng Xue stood next to the alchemical cauldron, constantly adjusting the current and firepower to allow the substances in the cauldron to merge smoothly.

The entire refining process went much more smoothly than Feng Xue had expected. There was no countless failures before finally succeeding as he had imagined, nor were there repeated safe syntheses and transformations.

The highlight of the whole process is that it is a natural process. Even though everything from the alchemical cauldron to copper, iron, silver, tin, lead, mercury, sulfur and salt were all constructed out of thin air, the alchemy of Daitoku-ji Temple has reached a level of proficiency that can be said to be engraved in instinct. Just a name comes into the mind, and detailed information from the atomic arrangement to the detailed properties is given a structure.

For every material, every change is done with extreme precision. Feng Xue has no doubt that even directly constructing the Philosopher's Stone can be easily accomplished.

But he didn't do it after all.

After all, the possession of Daitoku-ji Temple can only last for one day. If you don't want to do it as a one-time deal, you have to start from scratch.

It's like using macros to perform combos multiple times, but without macros you still won't be able to do anything, even if you know roughly what skills are involved in the combo; but if you try one key at a time from the beginning, as long as you succeed once, you will remember the whole routine. Even if you are still not proficient, as long as you copy it according to the memory of success, you will eventually become proficient.

If the Philosopher's Stone was constructed directly, even if Feng Xue remembered this feeling and tried to replicate it later, he would at most be able to produce a degraded version, because he himself could not perfectly remember every feature of the Philosopher's Stone.

But by replicating the Philosopher's Stone through a complete refining process, even if he cannot perfectly reproduce this operation at the moment, his confidence in being able to refine the Philosopher's Stone will far exceed that of the former.

Or to put it simply, the entire refining process itself is the [reality foundation] and [belief bonus] for him to construct the Philosopher's Stone in the future.

Finally, in the observation window of the alchemical cauldron, all the white light had been dyed golden, as if flowing golden light was flowing out from the fist-sized observation window, turning the early morning illuminated by the morning light into a sunset scene.

According to the technology shared by the teacher at Daitoku-ji Temple, Feng Xue realized that the time had come. With a suggestive action of pressing a button, the electrodes and tubes on the alchemical cauldron quickly fell off, and then unfolded like a flower bud blooming, revealing the glass tray inside the alchemical cauldron and the golden orb in the center of the tray that seemed to be flowing with water.

Following the alchemy guidance of the teacher from Daitoku-ji Temple, Feng Xue clamped the tray with pliers and came to the laboratory table. There, a spherical mold made of tin as the main body and filled with salt and sulfur was held up by a vessel that looked like a flat-topped pyramid.

Feng Xue tilted the tray, and the gem that looked like it was made of pure gold began to flow under the influence of gravity.

Yes! Flow!
It was not a solid gem, but a heavy liquid like mercury. It dripped onto the tin mold like water drops, and immediately emitted a smell like burning metal. A faint smoke rose up, and the golden liquid was soaked in salt and sulfur. In the rising scarlet flames, a blood-like light flowed in the wind.
The tin mold melted quickly and turned into liquid that flowed down from the grooves at the four corners of the flat-topped pyramid. When the red light faded and the tin liquid dried up, a dazzling ruby ​​as big as a pigeon egg appeared in front of Feng Xue.

"Red transformation successful!"

A hint of joy flashed across Feng Xue's face, but then he forced himself to calm down.

In fact, at this step, the refining of the Philosopher's Stone has been completely completed, but in order to bring out its effect, the corresponding "technology" must be used.

According to the knowledge from the teacher at Daitokuji Temple, the Philosopher's Stone can be regarded as "all-powerful" in nature, but different makers, different times, different expectations... will produce slightly different Philosopher's Stones. For every mature alchemist (one who can independently refine the Philosopher's Stone), there is his own set of methods for identifying the Philosopher's Stone, and Daitokuji's method is in line with the values ​​of the Yu-Gi-Oh world -

Printing card.

That’s right, if you don’t know what it’s for, then print it on a card!

Feng Xue, who had acquired the full set of skills from the teacher at Daitoku-ji Temple, naturally knew this. He picked up the pliers and clamped the square-topped pyramid. As the tower was lifted up, the molten tin that had flowed down from the mold below it had cooled and solidified, turning into a metal card with intricate patterns.

"Gudong..."

Even though he had the protection of Daitoku-ji, a big boss who made alchemy his living, Feng Xue still couldn't help swallowing his saliva. As the card and the gem came into contact with each other, there was no fancy special effect as Feng Xue had imagined. Instead, it was as easy as a stone falling into water and they merged into one.

The only change was that the complicated patterns on the card had now turned into words that Feng Xue could read - [Philosopher's Stone - Ai Zhe]

"Isn't it 'Sabahil'?" Feng Xue looked at the name on the card and couldn't help but frown. Although Aizhe Red Stone is also red stone, it is a naturally formed ruby...

Could this thing be just a concentrator?
Suppressing the anxiety in his heart, Feng Xue lowered his gaze, passed the picture of the ruby, and looked at the text introduction -

Name: Philosopher's Stone - Azer

Effect: The alchemist's highest masterpiece, a universal catalyst that can accomplish miracles, the ultimate crystallization of transformation concepts, it is the elixir of life, the perpetual motion machine, the philosopher's stone, and the universal solution to all substances.

Note: The Philosopher's Stone refined by Feng Xue has an abnormally high transformation efficiency compared to regular Philosopher's Stones.

……

"This thing has something special..."

Feng Xue played with the card and could clearly feel the spiritual connection. This was not just a connection between architecture and architect, but also the alchemist's control over his own creations.

Don’t be fooled by the high-sounding text, but this fancy description is essentially just an exaggeration in the field of alchemy.

The elixir of immortality is this thing that can cure all injuries and diseases.

Perpetual motion machine is a thing that can produce endless energy.

The philosopher's stone is something that can change the form of matter.

To put it simply, there are three areas of alchemy:

Medical, energy, transformation.

Perhaps because the architect is good at materializing things, this thing has a stronger effect in transformation, but...

Feng Xue suddenly had a somewhat absurd idea, and immediately focused his attention on the icon called Golden Finger in the corner of his vision.

However, no matter how he gave orders, the golden finger did not interact with the Philosopher's Stone at all.

However, just when Feng Xue was about to give up in disappointment, he suddenly remembered that he still had a command that he hadn't used, so...

"Give me some inspiration (for battle)!"

As the little inspiration that Feng Xue had stored up was consumed, the Philosopher's Stone in Feng Xue's hand suddenly reacted.

Feng Xue's eyes suddenly widened, and as soon as he thought about it, the inspiration that had not yet taken effect suddenly changed and turned into a green light, nourishing the last bit of illness in Feng Xue's body.

"Fuck, it really works? What about Huanmeng? Can Huanmeng be transferred?"

(End of this chapter)