A Twist of Fate

He lit the fire and set up the furnace. The same pill-refining steps, but a different refining technique.

Chen Fei's expression was grave. Compared to the three-pill version, compressing a furnace batch of Spirit Snow Pills into two was an enormous challenge even for him.

This was not as simple as reducing one pill. He had to forcibly cram the medicinal potency of one pill into the other two while ensuring that both Spirit Snow Pills remained stable.

This was fundamentally different from a lack of pill-refining skill resulting in only two Spirit Snow Pills per batch, with all remaining medicinal potency wasted.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The previously steady pill furnace began to tremble and sway slightly. Violent clashes between medicinal properties within the furnace sent currents crashing against its walls, producing muffled thuds.

Chen Fei's brows furrowed slightly as he pushed his Spiritual Power to its limit, continuously unraveling the points where the medicinal properties conflicted and guiding them into the pills. Had an outsider witnessed such a pill-refining scene, they would have definitely assumed the furnace was about to explode.

And indeed, the pill furnace's current state did resemble an impending furnace explosion.

The difference was that when others suffered a furnace explosion, it was beyond their control. They could not tell when it would blow, nor did they have the power to prevent it. The pill furnace before Chen Fei, however, remained under control.

The appearance of an exploding furnace happened to show that the violent conflict of medicinal properties within had reached a point where even the furnace could no longer suppress it.

"Buzz..."

The furnace shook more and more violently, and Chen Fei's frown deepened. Watching the furnace gradually turn crimson, he hesitated for a moment before letting out a soft sigh.

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