Nearly a thousand medicinal ingredients, every single one different. There were not only tonics among them, but even poisons, each with differing properties.
With so many medicinal ingredients tangled together, countless medicinal properties became entwined. At any moment, they could be ruined, clash with one another and explode outright, or be refined into poison.
Xiao Heng's task was to use his alchemy skills to sort out those countless threads, then arrange them into the form he desired.
"Hard! Of course it was hard! It would be impossible if it weren't!"
Those complicated bits of knowledge, the fusion of who knew how many different medicinal properties—resolving them and shaping them into the form he wanted—the sheer amount of information alone was enough to blow a Dou Emperor's mind apart.
One was not even qualified to read a Ninth-grade Pill Recipe unless one's Soul Realm had reached the Spirit Realm. Even a Spirit Realm soul could easily be turned into an idiot by rashly examining one. In other words, more than ninety-nine percent of the alchemists on the continent were not qualified to look at a Ninth-grade Pill Recipe even if one were placed before them.
And now, Xiao Heng was going to refine that thing.
It was difficult. His mind felt as though it were running so hard it was about to crash, but fortunately, Xiao Heng's hardware was more than adequate.
He sorted through the medicinal principles one by one, and the different medicinal energies gradually merged. Everything moved forward smoothly amid great difficulty.
This was an extremely lengthy process. Even sweat began to appear on Xiao Heng's forehead.
Time continued to pass. Three whole days went by, and by noon on the third day, the news of the Ninth-grade Pill had drawn many more people over. Many of them