Ning Qi did not know how similar the Condensing Qi Pill Formula he had reverse derived was to the original version, but the results spoke for themselves. As long as it could produce Condensing Qi Pills, that was enough.
Without the slightest hesitation.
Ning Qi began refining pills.
Batch after batch of medicinal ingredients was consumed, and one freshly refined Condensing Qi Pill after another emerged.
Ning Qi was like an emotionless pill-refining machine, his success rate terrifyingly high.
But one must not think refining Condensing Qi Pills was some simple matter. In truth, even among the few factions capable of refining them, the failure rate was extremely high. It was perfectly normal for ten portions of ingredients to yield only one successful batch.
The reason Ning Qi's success rate was so high naturally lay in his extraordinary comprehension. He could easily perceive the points where failure was most likely and improve upon them.
Not only that.
His Myriad Forms Force was also crucial. It allowed him to precisely control the heat exactly as he wished, without the slightest deviation—accurate as a machine.
It was no exaggeration to say that if others learned of Ning Qi's performance, they would likely revere him as the God of Alchemy.
Yet Ning Qi remained calm within.
Alchemy was ultimately an external path. The only reason he invested thought into it was that it could, at certain times, benefit his martial path and aid him in seeking longevity.
Several days later.
The True Martial Sect's relevant medicinal ingredients had been exhausted, replaced by ten Condensing Qi Pills.
Looking at the Condensing Qi Pills, each exuding a peculiar fragrance, Ning Qi felt a measure of satisfaction, a sense of accomplishment welling up naturally.
"Of these ten Condensing Qi Pills, I'll give seven to my senior