Ling Xuanxiao had already lit the fire.
"You haven't even added the ingredients yet! Don't start the fire so quickly!"
The young cultivator immediately shouted to stop him.
With a light flick of Ling Xuanxiao's sleeve, all manner of spirit herbs from the medicine chests in the Alchemy Room were drawn by his Spiritual Sense and automatically dropped into the pill furnace.
Under Ling Xuanxiao's Spiritual Sense, the yin and yang properties of certain herbs formed a delicate balance.
The earth-vein fire surged upward with a roar, scorching tongues of flame licking at the furnace walls.
The flames rose too swiftly, startling the young cultivator into retreating several steps, his eyes wide.
"Y-you... you..."
He could not get a single sentence out.
Ling Xuanxiao's Spiritual Sense entered the furnace.
When refining pills, one needed to constantly observe the pill furnace with one's Spiritual Sense and control the burning within.
Ling Xuanxiao had refined this kind of pill before.
Back at Shu Mountain, he would refine five to ten furnaces in one go.
Sometimes, he would even increase it to more than fifteen furnaces.
Now, he was refining only one furnace because he was afraid of startling the young cultivator.
Speaking of which, the cultivators of this world in Cangzhou truly could not compare to the cultivators of the Central Continent when it came to alchemy.
Feeling that the earth fire was too gentle, Ling Xuanxiao used his Spiritual Sense to drive the flames into a more violent frenzy.
In this state, the pace of refinement and the purity of the pills could both be improved.
But if the flames were too fierce and could not be controlled, the herbs would be ruined at best.
At worst, the furnace would explode.
The various herbs began to change. As time passed, they