Alchemy was a rather complicated and delicate undertaking. The slightest lapse in attention could cause something to go wrong. At best, the pills would lose some of their potency; at worst, an entire batch of herbs would go to waste. For alchemy apprentices, then, trying their hand at pill-making meant burning through huge quantities of herbs and resources.
Ling Tian, however, didn't mind. He had already purchased a mountain of herbs, and he had spent thousands of years immersed in alchemy. With his wealth of experience, he was confident that under his guidance, the four of them could avoid many wrong turns and soon produce perfect pills.
For alchemy apprentices, watching an alchemist at work was undoubtedly a rare opportunity. The four apprentices stared unblinkingly at Ling Tian, committing every word he said firmly to memory.
Warming the furnace, selecting the herbs, adding them, mixing in Immortal Spirit Stone powder, fusing the ingredients into pills, nurturing the pills—Ling Tian proceeded methodically. As he worked, he explained each step, pointing out the finer details of alchemy and the places where things could easily go wrong.
Alchemy required great care. Most alchemists focused all their attention on their work. Who had ever seen someone like Ling Tian? The apprentices were astonished, but they admired him all the more.
Ling Tian's Mental Cultivation was high, so splitting his attention posed no problem. Besides, he was only refining First-Revolution Immortal Pills this time, so there was no need to be overly cautious. As he explained the process while refining, the Golden Cores throughout his body and his heart were also hard at work, frantically absorbing the world's immortal energy. If those apprentices knew what was happening, they would be utterly astonished.
Ling Tian refined First-Revolution Immortal Pills with practiced ease, and everything went smoothly.