The scene inside the Star-Refining Furnace appeared before his eyes.
At the bottom of the furnace lay a small scatter of pitch-black ash.
His first attempt at pill refining had failed.
Just as expected, when Zhou Leng opened the Star-Refining Furnace, a burnt smell wafted out.
He removed the residue, examined it carefully, then recalled the process and thought through it step by step.
Then, again and again, he tossed the ingredients for the Dragon-Tiger Pill inside.
Again and again, he failed.
With constant practice, coupled with alchemy books from advanced civilizations, Zhou Leng's experience in the Star-Refining Art soared by leaps and bounds.
On his eleventh attempt, he opened the furnace lid, and a faint medicinal fragrance drifted out.
Looking down, he saw a small pile of grayish-white powder at the bottom of the furnace.
Zhou Leng smiled.
This was "powdered medicine." Although it had failed to condense into a Star Pill, it still possessed some medicinal efficacy and could be consumed. Its effect was merely around one-tenth that of a complete pill.
Zhou Leng took out the powdered medicine, added medicinal powder, and manually rolled it into three Dragon-Tiger Pills.
He pinched one up, put it into his mouth, and swallowed it.
He closed his eyes and sensed it carefully.
A thread of blazing fire entered his abdomen. A scorching force spread from his stomach and flowed through his limbs and bones.
Once the medicinal energy stabilized, Zhou Leng opened his eyes.
It was clearly only powdered medicine, yet its efficacy was at least three times that of an authentic Dragon-Tiger Pill.
Moreover, Zhou Leng had already consumed a full hundred Dragon-Tiger Pills, so their effects should have become negligible. Yet eating this one felt exactly like taking a fresh pill.
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