Seeing how leisurely the little one looked, he was deeply worried.
After a moment's thought, Xu Yi said, "I'm guessing A Li has gotten even stronger. If you keep having such a carefree time, one day A Li will be able to pin you down with just one little finger."
At that, Qiu Wa leaped off the bed and hurried toward the alchemy room. "I'm using the alchemy room first. Find somewhere else to practice. I'm going to train, I'm going to train! I can't let that stinky A Li surpass me. Absolutely not!"
Xu Yi sprang up and chased after her. "Don't rush, don't rush. Help me out first, and then I'll find a cultivation method that suits you. If you just learn some ordinary techniques, you still won't be able to beat A Li."
It was no trouble for him to talk the little one around.
Once the little one agreed to help, Xu Yi resumed his career in alchemy.
Of course, with Qiu Wa's help, he changed his old approach to pill refining. Instead of rushing to make pills, he first focused on learning the spectra—in other words, on the visualized medicinal properties.
Even with Qiu Wa's help, the process was quite complicated.
Take Black Root Grass, for example. Its medicinal properties separated into three primary ones, along with miscellaneous properties. Mastering them wasn't as simple as recognizing them. He had to carefully sense them with spiritual power, identify them precisely, and record each alongside its corresponding spectrum.
Xu Yi's aim was to turn his own sensations into spectral colors. That way, when he experienced a particular sensation, it would automatically correspond to a certain color.
Then the medicinal properties in the pill furnace would no longer be microscopic or hazy; they would be completely visualized.
But