Peerless Soul Emperor

"Kid, are you an alchemist as well?" Is there an association logo? " Two young men wearing daoist robes blocked Ye Feng's path, and said with a disdainful tone.

Ye Feng was only sixteen years old. If it weren't for his extraordinary clothes, he would have thrown him out long ago.

It was impossible for a sixteen year old apothecary to forge a pill! Putting aside the spiritual power requirement of an alchemist, reaching the Profound Soul Realm at the age of sixteen was already a huge joke!

"I'm not an apothecary. I just want to borrow the association's Elixir Chamber!" Ye Feng automatically ignored the look on the other side's face, and said indifferently.

The two of them immediately revealed a look of disdain as they berated, "The Alchemist Association is not a place for you kids to play. Quickly scram!"

One of them had already revealed his powerful aura. He was an early stage Yellow Soul Realm martial artist.

Of course, he wasn't an apothecary, he was just a gatekeeper!

The scene on the side attracted the attention of several people in the hall. One of them wore a white robe and had two inscriptions on his chest.

A grade-2 apothecary!

"What's going on? Whose child is this? " Although Ye Feng was as tall as him, but his young and tender face couldn't hide his age.

The aura exuded by this apothecary was different from that of ordinary people. Slightly restrained, extremely dangerous!

A lesser celestial warrior of the Profound Soul Realm!

This was the first time Ye Feng had come into contact with a Profound Realm expert, and his mental strength had been restrained to the limit.

"Elder Han, this child said he wants to borrow the alchemy lab. This little one is in the process of handling it!" The two disciples immediately smiled and said.

An elder-class figure! The corner of Ye Feng's mouth slightly raised. He took out a piece of white paper from his bosom and waved it in front of Elder Han.

"What the hell is that? "Little fellow, hurry up and scram. Otherwise, this daddy here won't be polite anymore!" Following that, Elder Han smacked him in the face.

"Watch your mouth. He's not someone you can offend."

Elder Han looked at the delicate handwriting on the white paper and was slightly surprised. His attitude towards Ye Feng also slowly changed.

The person who was hit was confused and obediently moved to the side, thinking to himself, Isn't this just a little brat? What's the big deal!

The paper was a recommendation letter written by Qing Ke. Ke Ke represented the strength of the Soul Empire. Naturally, no one dared to look down on his.

To be able to obtain the recommendation letter from her meant that this person was even more terrifying!

Elder Han cordially welcomed Ye Feng and said: "Young master, since you have borrowed the pill refining room, you must pay one hundred soul stones in accordance with the rules. However, since you have received the recommendation of Boss Qing, you can waive this fee."

"If there's anything you need, you can ask the people from the Alchemist Association for help at any time. Please!"

After passing through a few corridors, the air was suddenly filled with a scorching heat. After sending him into a separate pill refining room, Elder Han turned around and left.

However, the previous enthusiasm had disappeared completely. Sixteen years old, Yellow Soul Realm alchemist, hehe! It was just a joke!

He only regarded him as the seventh son of the Ye family, a child playing house! Pill refining? What a joke! Letting him in was just giving Qing Ke face!

Ye Feng naturally did not care too much about it. In this dozens of square feet pill refining room, there was a simple and unadorned pill furnace in the middle. There were more than ten underground fire holes.

The reason why the pill was so difficult to forge was not only because of the harsh conditions for an apothecary, but also because of his control over the pill fire.

In critical moments, even the slightest deviation could result in the loss of all previous efforts.

Ye Feng did not have experience in refining alchemy, so he could only adjust the size of the flame according to the pill formula.

Next to the furnace was a star disk. The needle on it could be twisted to adjust the size of the fire.

The flames used by the Alchemist Association all came from deep underground, and the temperature was extremely high.

Ye Feng twisted the pointer twice, and the two holes in the furnace began to burn with flames, causing the furnace to turn completely red.

He took out the medicinal herbs he needed from his spatial ring and placed them in front of him. There were at least a dozen of them.

Afterwards, he tried to concentrate his psychic power on the flame and sense it carefully, as well as trying to control the size of the flame with his psychic power.

His other hand stretched out, and the true qi within the inner Qi pool of his Violet Palace Realm flowed along his meridians and veins, slowly pouring into the flames.

On his forehead, three fire attribute Black Tortoise Seals flashed red. After half an hour, he was finally able to control the fire at will.

Using spiritual energy and true energy to control it!

This was the most basic ability of an apothecary. Even an ordinary apothecary might not be able to control the flame at will for a day!

And with the support of his powerful spiritual force, it only took him half an hour!

In accordance with the recipe, Ye Feng put the herbs in front of him into the furnace to refine.

Under the scorching heat of the flame, the medicinal ingredients slowly shed away from the residue and turned into a silver-white liquid that wiggled.

After refining more than a dozen types of herbs into liquid medicine, even Ye Feng could not bear it anymore. He swallowed two recovery pills one after another to persevere.

A black substance slowly appeared in the silver white liquid and was devoured by the flames.

Only by refining the black dregs would the remaining medicinal liquid become the purest. The duration of this process depended on the experience of the apothecary as well as the control of the fire!

After a full two hours had passed, Ye Feng had finally finished refining all the herbs, and was starting the final step of the refining process!

Half an hour later, with a loud bang, the entire alchemy room was filled with the miasma of smoke.

In front of Ye Feng, the inside of the pill furnace was pitch black, and the leftover liquid medicine was scattered all over the place.

"F * ck ~ The furnace exploded!" Cough cough! My pills and medicinal herbs are gone just like that? "

Ye Feng touched the residue on the ground, wanting to cry. As expected, apothecaries were the richest occupation in the world!

"No, again!" After packing up, he started another round of refining pills.