That rough-and-ready method of alchemy had left an extremely deep impression on Qin Jinglan. Or rather, anyone who had seen it could not possibly fail to remember it.
Now that he had switched to the same refining method as other alchemists, was it because Chen Fei was not confident either?
Chen Fei did not know what Qin Jinglan was thinking. Otherwise, he would probably have laughed in disbelief.
That pill-roasting-like method from before had been used because Chen Fei was racing against time. After all, he had to refine so many pills every day, so he naturally had to pursue efficiency.
Over time, his alchemy methods had become somewhat fixed.
But this was, after all, his first time truly refining the Spirit Snow Pill himself. Chen Fei still maintained a trace of caution. All his previous insights had remained only in his mind.
Flames licked at the pill furnace as Chen Fei continuously adjusted the changes in medicinal properties between the spirit herbs inside with his Spiritual Power. Such changes shifted in the blink of an eye. If one lacked experience, it would be easy to blow up the furnace.
A real furnace explosion—where even the entire pill furnace might be blasted apart by the energy contained within the spirit herbs.
Chi Guanqing stood to the side, watching Chen Fei's alchemy techniques, and could not help nodding slightly. So far, Chen Fei's methods had been entirely standard, and the medicinal fragrance emanating from the pill furnace was exceptionally pure.
This showed that the batch of Spirit Snow Pills was developing in the right direction. And judging by Chen Fei's calm, unhurried expression, he clearly had every change inside the furnace firmly in his grasp.
"Exceptionally gifted!"
Chi Guanqing thought to himself. At this pace, Chen Fei really might refine the