Stir It Up

With real ability, dare to boast.

As an alchemist, Zhang DaoMing's skills were considerable. He had confidence to lead Chen Xia into the path of elixirs and take a peek at the threshold.

His elixir flame was ignited under the furnace, burning together with the other three people's elixir flames.

This was the first step of alchemy, heating the furnace.

Only by heating the elixir furnace could the potency of the medicinal materials be fully volatilized and fused into an elixir.

But it couldn't be too hot either, otherwise the medicinal materials would be burnt and melted.

The four were completely focused, with no leisure to think of anything else. Their hands moved extremely fast, neatly putting the medicinal materials from the side into the furnace.

The whole process followed the principle of working carefully for fine results; impatience would not help.

The medicinal materials needed to be refined in the furnace for a long time before their potency was fully volatilized, only then could the next critical step of forming the elixir proceed.

The disciples studying alchemy on the side watched intoxicatedly, feeling that every step of the elders' alchemy was an enlightenment to themselves, benefiting greatly.

Chen Xia however found it a bit boring. He yawned lazily, went back to his iron pot and sat next to it with crossed legs, leaning against the iron pot, a completely lazy and inactive appearance.

The observing disciples glanced at Chen Xia in surprise, didn't expect that he would be so casual about alchemy, seeming not very interested in watching.

Why did he still come to this alchemy place then?

The disciples were a bit puzzled.

The time for the medicinal potency to volatilize was very long, like the three or four buttons at the back of a woman's waistband, it always felt endless when unbuttoning them.

Chen Xia looked up at the sky, there was a subtle change.

A thin thunder was spreading.

According to the books, it should be the thunder of the elixir before its formation.

Elixirs that could induce elixir thunder were outstanding among medicinal drugs.

The fine thunder grew bigger and bigger, the others also noticed the change and shouted loudly.

"Elixir thunder, it's actually elixir thunder! Elder Zhang and the three can really form the Observing the Profound Elixir!"

"This...this is too amazing, to actually induce the phenomenon of elixir thunder, they really live up to being the famous alchemists of the Sect!"

"If they can form the elixir, then they would truly have taken half a step into becoming Dao Medicine Masters, their future prospects would be unlimited!"

"..."

The observing disciples' words were very surprised.

Zhang DaoMing and the other three's expressions also became more nervous, their eyes fixed tightly on the furnace, ready to coagulate the volatilized medicinal materials into an elixir.

This was the most difficult process in alchemy, couldn't have the slightest flaw. They also had no mind to be distracted, the four worked together, tightly controlling the furnace.

Chen Xia took out the leftover bits he had picked up, dividing them according to the prescription of the four.

He opened his mouth, spitting out a red flying sword. The blade was a polished sharp lava tooth, still spewing firelight.

This red flying sword was a Taoist weapon, even inside Chen Xia there were only nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine of them, quite precious.

The red flying sword inverted, hovered under the iron pot, and started heating it.

Chen Xia imitated the method of the four elder alchemists, slowly cooking the leftovers, waiting quietly for the potency to volatilize.

Generally speaking, without an elixir cauldron the potency would be unrestrained, dissipating between heaven and earth, naturally making the refined elixir inferior.

But Chen Xia was different, because he had good fortune.

Sometimes metaphysics was enough to explain everything.

The potency simply didn't dissipate between heaven and earth, obediently staying in the iron pot.

Chen Xia crossed his arms and waited boredly, glancing again at Zhang DaoMing's place.

It was the most critical moment now.

Zhang DaoMing gritted his teeth tightly, his wrinkled old face tense like an eighteen year old's, drenched in sweat, his face flushed red.

The other three were also struggling, exerting all their abilities, even the shaman Pi Hu had summoned his life's magic treasure, but there was still no sign of forming the elixir.

The elixir thunder in the sky was slowly fading, from a spider web of thunder, gradually becoming only a few thin streaks of elixir thunder.

Already powerless to reverse the decline.

Sweat beads the size of beans slid down Zhang DaoMing's forehead, his face was full of unwillingness. He gritted his teeth tightly, pupils widened, constantly making hand seals.

He was unwilling, he wanted to make a final attempt!

The thirteen seals of alchemy, he could only form the first six seals. Now he forcibly formed the seventh seal, disregarding the consequences, just to keep this elixir thunder!

Pi Hu and the other two looked somewhat incredulous, didn't expect Zhang DaoMing to be so desperate.

The elixir thunder in the sky suddenly swelled violently again, the thin streaks becoming thick spider web shapes, continuing to spread and fill the sky within miles.

"The elixir thunder is back, and even more violent than before, the elders have hope of success!"

"With such a fierce elixir thunder, the refined elixir must be top quality, priceless!"

The disciples' excited discussion continued.

The three with Pi Hu also had joy on their faces.

Only Zhang DaoMing was a bit puzzled, because his seventh seal wasn't formed yet, the elixir thunder in the sky came back anyway.

Could it be you didn't need to fully form the seals of the elixir?

Zhang DaoMing shook his head, didn't think about it. The priority was to form the elixir, almost no time left, must seize the opportunity.

The four shouted loudly, exerting all their divine abilities, using their respective methods to wrap the elixir in the furnace.

The elixir thunder in the sky became even more violent, howling winds heralding its impending strike.

The four had excited expressions, stirred emotions, even their bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The elixir thunder rumbled for the first time.

It was a clear and sonorous thunderclap.

Then the sky lit up brightly, like a flash between heaven and earth.

The elixir thunder struck!

Zhang DaoMing and the four had elated expressions, craning expectantly, couldn't wait for success!

After two breaths.

Their elated expressions completely froze.

Because the elixir thunder didn't fall on them, and their elixir furnace even exploded.

They had failed!

Where did the elixir thunder fall, which was the good elixir?

The four reacted swiftly to search.

The good elixir wasn't hard to find at all, because the overflowing colored elixir aura shone brightly, representing the elixir's extremely high quality.

But under the overflowing elixir aura, there was only half an elixir.

This was not even the craziest thing.

The craziest thing was, this half elixir was on a spatula.

And the one holding the spatula, needless to say, was Chen Xia.

The four elders and observing disciples were dumbfounded.

Chen Xia's mouth hooked up in a faint smile. He lightly said,

"Just frying casually."

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