Inside the pill workshop, Fang Mo braced both hands against the handles of the pill furnace, pouring his powerful true energy into it.
The profound flame beneath the furnace turned deep orange, its temperature rising noticeably. It swirled like a fire dragon, heating the furnace. Under Fang Mo's control, the medicinal liquid inside separated into two layers, like twin vortex millstones grinding the spirit medicines between them.
Within the liquid, a Blood Moon Spirit Grass veined with streaks of blood showed no sign of discoloring in the intense heat. It darted through the liquid like a dragon-serpent, evading the grinding vortices.
Its leaves stirred the liquid into towering waves, making it violently unstable.
This was the Blood Moon Spirit Grass. It possessed powerful spirituality, and refining it was no easy task.
"Now that you're in my furnace, you still think you can stir up trouble?"
A sharp glint flashed in Fang Mo's eyes. His powerful true energy surged, and the flames roared like a fire dragon. The medicinal liquid broke apart into countless vortices that closed in from all sides.
The Blood Moon Spirit Grass darted left and right with incredible agility, but the vortices pursued it relentlessly, hemming it in and drilling toward it. The waves they churned up sent the liquid surging like the sea. Spiritual power roiled inside the furnace, making even the lid bounce.
Fang Mo remained unmoved. His true energy surged as he controlled the liquid and sent it closing in on the herb. Spiritual power churned inside the furnace, but stayed steady at the edges and never ran wild.
His true energy was simply too abundant. The Blood Moon Spirit Grass couldn't resist it. Its spiritual power was gradually swallowed and refined into the medicinal liquid, and its strength waned. Its movements grew slower