Immortality and Cultivation: Starting with Improving Spiritual Root Aptitude

After saying that, Wu Fan walked quickly to the table and began to sort the ingredients for the Qingling Pill with his hands.

His movements were extremely skillful and fluid, flowing smoothly without the slightest hesitation or delay, as if he had practiced it hundreds of times.

The four disciples who were originally focused on refining pills in front of the four black pill furnaces were also attracted by the commotion from Wu Fan's side. They all quietly raised their eyes and looked over with a bit of curiosity in their eyes.

One of the female disciples, dressed in a light blue Taoist robe, couldn't help but exclaim softly as she watched Wu Fan sorting the medicinal herbs:

"Such skillful technique! That person sorts the medicinal herbs much faster than I can."

A slightly overweight male disciple next to her quickly tugged at her sleeve and warned her in a low voice:

"Don't speak so loudly! Uncle Chen hates it when people are distracted while refining pills. Be careful he sees you, or you'll get another scolding!"

The female disciple was so frightened that she quickly covered her mouth, nodded slightly, and kept quiet, but her eyes still couldn't help but glance at Wu Fan, her curiosity even more intense.

The other two disciples also glanced at each other discreetly, their eyes falling on Wu Fan.

Wu Fan was completely absorbed in the moment and paid no attention to the gazes of the four people.

He quickly sorted the medicinal materials for the Qingling Pill into different pill furnaces, then turned around and walked to the empty pill furnace. With a wave of his hand, he activated his spiritual power, and the furnace fire instantly ignited. Crimson flames enveloped the bottom of the furnace, and the temperature of the furnace was rapidly rising.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his hand and slowly placed the main medicinal material into the alchemy furnace at the perfect temperature. He precisely controlled the temperature of the furnace fire with his spiritual energy and slowly began to quench the medicinal material.

Soon, the medicinal aroma gradually emanated from the furnace, mingling with the fragrance of herbs in the air.

Then, he methodically added the auxiliary medicinal materials for the Qingling Pill, performing each step with precision and controlling the spiritual energy just right, without any waste. The medicinal energy slowly fused and condensed in the furnace.

The four disciples had long since lost interest in alchemy; their eyes were fixed on Wu Fan's actions, and their curiosity gradually turned into surprise.

The female disciple who had just spoken couldn't help but whisper to the male disciple beside her again:

"Look, that person's control of spiritual energy is so precise, not a single drop of medicinal energy is wasted. Even our Senior Brother Ma might not be able to do that, right?"

The male disciple first looked solemn, pondered for a moment, and then nodded slightly:

"He's really impressive. Judging from his technique, he's definitely a veteran. No wonder he's so confident in calling himself a first-grade high-level alchemist."

Uncle Chen stood aside, his eyes fixed on Wu Fan's movements, his expression still indifferent, but a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He originally thought that Wu Fan was just another disciple from a family who relied on connections, and at most only knew some basic alchemy techniques. However, he did not expect that Wu Fan's techniques were so skillful and smooth, and his control of spiritual power was so precise and subtle. Every move he made showed his experience. It was indeed true that "you can tell whether someone is good or bad as soon as they make a move".

Time passed slowly, and the medicinal aroma in the furnace grew stronger and stronger. The fragrance of the Qingling Pill gradually spread, becoming more and more mellow and refreshing.

Wu Fan's expression was focused, his brows slightly furrowed. He precisely controlled the temperature of the furnace fire while channeling his spiritual energy to continuously refine the medicinal energy within, carefully removing impurities in an effort to achieve the most perfect quality.

The four disciples standing nearby were all moved. Even when their senior brother Ma was refining pills, they had never smelled that rich medicinal fragrance.

A hint of amazement flashed in the female disciple's eyes, and she whispered:

"Such a rich medicinal aroma! This scent suggests it's not far from becoming a premium-grade Cleansing Spirit Pill!"

However, at that moment, Wu Fan's expression suddenly turned serious, and a hint of urgency flashed in his eyes.

The medicinal liquid in the furnace suddenly became unstable. The liquid, which was about to solidify, began to fluctuate violently, as if it would explode at any moment.

Wu Fan immediately channeled his spiritual power to try and suppress the fluctuations of the medicinal liquid, but just a breath later, with a soft "bang," the medicinal liquid exploded in the furnace, and the alchemy failed.

The medicinal aroma spread out, carrying a slightly burnt smell, which diluted the original rich medicinal fragrance.

Wu Fan raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, a look of regret and frustration on his face, and sighed softly.

But the four disciples did not show the slightest disdain; instead, they nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with approval.

The male disciple just now said softly:

"He is definitely a first-class high-grade alchemist. If he hadn't been too focused on quality and rushed to remove impurities, and had slowed down a bit, he would have definitely succeeded in making the pill. Even if it wasn't a high-quality pill, it would still be much better than the ordinary Qingling Pill."

The female disciple nodded repeatedly, deeply agreeing:

"Yes, such precise control of spiritual energy and skillful technique, even if he failed, it is enough to show his strength. If it were me, I would not be able to do this at all."

Uncle Chen now had a clear idea of ​​what was going on.

His opinion of Wu Fan had improved considerably. The young man in front of him was not exaggerating; he did indeed have some real skills.

But he is stubborn and will never easily change his mind once he has said something.

To refine the finest Qingling Pill, the following must be done.

The disciples he wanted were either obedient and sensible or exceptionally talented. If they were mediocre, the quality of the pills they refined would be too poor, which would only tarnish the reputation of his lineage. This was also the reason why there were so few alchemists in his outer alchemy room. Ordinary disciples simply could not bear such harsh requirements.

Uncle Chen walked forward slowly, his gaze falling on Wu Fan again, but his tone remained indifferent:

"Wu Fan, you have two more chances. Remember, alchemy requires not only talent and skill, but also patience and a calm mind. Don't be impatient for quick results, otherwise, even with the most skilled techniques, you will find it difficult to achieve great things."

Upon hearing this, Wu Fan immediately bowed, his tone tinged with guilt, yet also with determination:

"Thank you for your guidance, Uncle Chen. I will keep it in mind. Next time, I will definitely calm down, do my best, and never be impatient for success."

The regret and frustration on his face were, of course, all an act.

If one were to refine a high-quality Qingling Pill right from the start, it would be too conspicuous and easily arouse suspicion.

However, if one first refines an ordinary batch of pills and then turns around and successfully refines another pill in one go, such rapid progress would be too abrupt and seem unrealistic.

Therefore, he had already made a plan in mind. He deliberately pretended to be eager to succeed in the first batch and failed when he was removing impurities from the medicinal liquid. Then, he would steadily refine the high-quality Qingling Pill in the second batch.

In this way, one can demonstrate their alchemy skills without being too ostentatious.

He had considered waiting until the third batch to produce a high-quality pill, but he was only 70-80% confident in refining a high-quality Qingling Pill. What if he was unlucky and failed in the third batch?

Therefore, it is ultimately best to play it safe.

Once the second batch is started, the high-quality Qingling Pill will be successfully refined without any major incidents.

Wu Fan first took a deep breath, suppressed his thoughts, and pretended to adjust his mindset before walking back to the table and starting to sort the medicinal herbs again.

This time, his movements were still skillful, but he slowed down a bit compared to the previous time, and his expression was more calm and focused, without the impatience he had shown before.

The four disciples couldn't help but focus their gazes on him again, their eyes filled with anticipation. Even Uncle Chen, standing to the side, leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on his movements, the coldness in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a more focused gaze.