Astonishing Manghuang Mountain, Part Seven

As the furnace lid sprang into the air, a charred smell suddenly burst from the Alchemy Furnace and swept rapidly in every direction. The stench was unbearably pungent. Qin Fengming circulated the spiritual power within his body before he could dispel it.

Looking at the black, lumpy mass inside the Alchemy Furnace before him, Qin Fengming was filled with doubt.

He had refined the Yihe Pill entirely according to the jade slip's instructions, without making the slightest mistake. Yet just as he was about to separate the ingredients and condense the pill, this unexpected incident had suddenly occurred. He truly could not understand it.

He took out the jade slip and carefully examined it once more, checking it against every step of his earlier operation.

After reading it through three full times, Qin Fengming was certain that he had made not the slightest error. Though his operation had been flawless, this pill refinement had ended in complete failure.

Gazing at the Alchemy Furnace before him, Qin Fengming sank into deep thought.

Just as he was racking his brains without finding an answer, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind. Could there be a mistake in this pill formula?

The moment this thought appeared, it immediately took root in his heart and began to grow at astonishing speed.

There was no doubt about it. There had to be an error somewhere in this pill formula, and that error must have been deliberately planted by Manghuang Mountain. Their purpose was to test cultivators' ability to adapt and deduce. Such ability was undoubtedly essential for an alchemist.

Having figured this out, Qin Fengming could not help admiring Manghuang Mountain inwardly. As expected, none of its tests were easy.

By this point, four or five days had passed since Qin Fengming entered the Alchemy