A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

Bai Jie handed the storage bag she was carrying to Luo Fan and gave him a deep look.

There was worry and concern in his eyes, which eventually turned into a soft sigh as he turned and left.

Only Luo Fan and Ji Kun remained in the courtyard.

Ji Kun's smile vanished completely, his eyes turning as cold as frost. "Junior Brother Luo, impressive skills."

"What did you say, senior brother? I don't understand."

Luo Fan looked completely bewildered.

Ji Kun stared at him and slowly said, "Elder Qian of Weapon Peak has been suffering from fire poison for a long time, and his temper is even more explosive than his weapon-refining furnace. If he doesn't get the Heart-Clearing Pill today..."

He took a step closer and lowered his voice, "I'm afraid you can't keep your Danfeng."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

Luo Fan watched his retreating figure, his eyes slightly cold.

He weighed the storage bag in his hand; the spirit stones inside made a crisp clinking sound.

Reaching in, my fingertips touched a peach blossom jade hairpin, with two small characters engraved on the inside of the hairpin.

safely.

Luo Fan felt a warmth in his heart and quickly put it away.

There was no time to look closely, because deafening roars were already coming from outside the courtyard.

"Luo brat! Get out here right now!"

Dust fell from the eaves in a soft rustling sound.

Luo Fan straightened his robes and quickly went out to greet him.

At the entrance of the courtyard, a burly man, eight feet tall with a full beard, strode in.

He was wearing the crimson cloud-patterned Taoist robe of the Qifeng Elder, with a huge wine gourd hanging from his waist.

A faint reddish tinge on the forehead is a sign of fire poison invading the body.

The visitor was Elder Qifeng, Qian Butong.

Behind him followed a fair-skinned, beautiful young woman in a long emerald green dress.

She wore white soft leather boots, and a thin silver chain was tied to the outside of her right leg, from which hung several miniature forging tools.

Luo Fan also remembered this senior sister; she had a very nice name, he remembered her name was…

Xiong Chumo!

She was supposed to be the senior sister of Qifeng, who should be spending all her time forging and refining weapons, but she was born with fair skin and a beautiful face.

Extremely eye-catching!

Luo Fan wouldn't be fooled by her appearance.

This Senior Sister Xiong is a violent little craftswoman who is obsessed with weapon crafting and possesses immense strength.

The techniques she used in forging were completely different from the endearing simplicity in her natural temperament.

"Elder Qian, Senior Sister Xiong."

Luo Fan bowed respectfully.

"Junior brother, you're too kind. We're all family, no need for such formalities."

Xiong Chumo gave Luo Fan a charming smile, then secretly winked, feeling a little sorry for her junior brother.

The Qi Peak faction bears half the responsibility for Luo Fan's current predicament.

In fact, his master had a deep friendship with the deceased Elder Li.

The old man simply disliked Luo Fan's useless talent, which is why he deliberately made things difficult for him.

Elder Li's death was an insurmountable obstacle for her master, and she remained deeply troubled by it.

Master had tried many times to persuade Elder Li to give up on Luo Fan, but to no avail and instead lost his life.

The reason the sect leader ordered Danfeng to hand over ten Qingxin Pills was her master's idea.

Before this, her master had taken no less than ten Qingxin Pills, but acupuncture treatment for the fire poison was still ineffective.

It can only be treated slowly and there is no need to make a special trip to Danfeng to ask for elixirs.

But once Master has made up his mind, nothing can change it.

"Stop talking nonsense, here are ten Qingxin Pills, not one less!"

Qian Butong puffed out his beard and glared, "The sect leader gave the order: if you can't produce it today, you're fired!"

"Elder Qian, please take a look. It's all here."

Luo Fan was prepared and took out a small jade box from his pocket and opened it.

Ten pills were neatly arranged, their fragrance clear and refreshing.

Qian Butong was taken aback.

Xiong Chumo's beautiful eyes widened as well.

"You really mastered it?"

Qian Butong approached suspiciously, picked up one and examined it closely, "This quality... high-grade yellow rank?"

His expression changed.

It wasn't a surprise, it was doubt.

"Kid, where did you get this pill?"

Qian Butong stared at Luo Fan, his eyes sharp. "With your Qi Refining Level 1 cultivation and mediocre alchemy skills, you think you can refine a high-grade Yellow Rank pill?"

He sneered, "Don't even mention you, even your master Li Chishui couldn't guarantee top-grade results every time!"

Luo Fan calmly replied, "If you don't believe me, senior, you can verify the pill."

"Test? Of course we need to test!"

Qian Butong took out an antique bronze mirror from his pocket.

That's a mirror that can reveal the time it took to refine a pill and the approximate cultivation level of the refiner!

He activated the bronze mirror, and a beam of light shone onto the Qingxin Pill.

A blurry image appeared on the mirror: the figure of a Qi Refining cultivator was controlling the furnace fire.

"Refining Qi!"

Qian Butong's pupils contracted. "Did you really refine this?"

But then he realized something, and his eyes sharpened. "Wait a minute! How could a Qi Refining stage cultivator possibly refine a high-grade Yellow Rank item? Unless..."

He looked up abruptly. "You used forbidden techniques?!"

Luo Fan felt a chill run down his spine.

Forbidden methods?

This old man has a really rich imagination.

It was just that he had considered all the possibilities and made preparations in advance.

"What forbidden method?"

Xiong Chumo couldn't help but ask.

"The secret method of burning blood!"

Qian Butong's voice was icy, "Using essence and blood as a catalyst to forcibly increase the pill-forming rate will shorten your lifespan! Did Li Chishui teach you this?!"

Luo Fan remained silent. Since others had already explained it for him, what else could he say?

Moreover, using the Great Dao Furnace to erase one's aura is, in a sense, also a loss.

"Does silence mean consent?"

Qian Butong sneered, "That old fool Li Chishui, just to make a use of a piece of trash like you, dares to teach you such a foundation-damaging secret technique!"

Luo Fan's eyes turned cold. "Senior, please watch your words."

"Be careful what you say? I'm going to say it anyway!"

Qian Butong was furious. "To risk your life for a piece of rotten wood? That's utterly foolish!"

"Master!" Xiong Chumo said urgently.

"Shut up!"

Qian Butong glared at her, then turned to Luo Fan, "Today, you must refine pills on the spot!"

He pointed to the center of the courtyard: "Refine it right here! Use the most ordinary alchemy furnace and the most basic fire-starting technique!"

He waved his hand, and the alchemy furnace appeared before him, which was the latest one forged by Qian Butong.

"Master, the new furnace hasn't been seasoned yet, and the impurities haven't been removed. It's difficult to control the fire. You're asking too much of us."

Although she mainly cultivated artifacts, she also knew the basics of alchemy. A new furnace needs to be repeatedly calcined with true fire to remove impurities before it can be stabilized.

"I'm going to make things difficult for him!"

Qian Butong retorted angrily, "Li Chishui was willing to die for him, yet he can't even bear this little bit of trouble?"

Luo Fan looked at Qian Butong and suddenly smiled.

"I can refine it."

He paused, then said, word by word, "If I succeed, you must apologize to my master."

The air froze instantly.

Xiong Chumo covered her mouth, her eyes filled with shock.

In her memory, she had never seen her master apologize to anyone.

"good!"

Qian Butong chuckled, "If you can refine a mid-grade Yellow Rank Heart-Clearing Pill, I will not only apologize, but also betroth my precious disciple to you!"

Xiong Chumo: "???"

Master, do you sell your disciples so easily?!

He stared at Qian Butong, his eyes clear and firm. "No need. I just want an apology."

Qian Butong paused for a few seconds, then burst into laughter.

"She has some backbone!"

Once the laughter subsided, he curled his lips into a mocking smile. "If you can't refine it, then get out of Pill Peak and never let me see you again in this lifetime!"

It's a deal.

Luo Fan turned around and walked towards the alchemy room.

The sunlight was blinding, and the courtyard was completely silent.

Looking at Luo Fan's retreating figure, and then at her own master, Xiong Chumo felt a mix of emotions welling up inside her.

This time, they're serious.

Luo Fan entered the alchemy room and lit three incense sticks in front of Li Chishui's memorial tablet.

"Old man, I'm sorry."

He whispered, "I might embarrass you today, but... I can't back down, I don't want to back down!"

The Great Furnace cannot be used.

Using this brand-new furnace that had never been used for alchemy before, in the courtyard, in full view of everyone…

Can he really do it?

But the next second, his eyes hardened.

No.

We can't lose face.

Ji Kun was watching, Senior Sister Bai was worried, and the entire sect was waiting to see Danfeng make a fool of himself.

He must succeed.

Moreover, it must be refined to a high-grade Yellow Rank!

A short while later, Luo Fan walked out of the alchemy room, the sunlight casting a very tall and straight shadow of him.

Qian Butong stood by with his arms crossed, watching coldly.

Xiong Chumo looked at Luo Fan and clenched her little pink fist.

Luo Fan came to the center of the courtyard and sat cross-legged in front of the alchemy furnace.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

A wrinkled, drunken smiling face came to mind.

Ignite the fire!