Faced with Eldest Miss Yan asking him to stay the night, that simpleton Zhang Tie Zhu would have been overjoyed, willing to go through fire and water for her.
But Li Ji'an furrowed his brow slightly at her words.
Without a doubt, this would cost him another night's cultivation.
The main thing was, he had eaten three large bowls of Spirit Rice today to ensure his first attempt at condensing Alchemy Fire went smoothly. That would make his cultivation twice as effective.
"Okay!" For the sake of the two spirit stones she had given him, Li Ji'an didn't make an excuse. He nodded and agreed.
"I'll start refining pills now. Watch from the side, and if anything differs from what Alchemist Mo does, point it out to me." Yan Qingwan's gaze grew resolute.
Li Ji'an nodded. This was a good opportunity for him, too.
Then, following Li Ji'an's instructions, Yan Qingwan tried everything one by one, from combining the medicinal ingredients and choosing their age and quantities to controlling the Alchemy Fire and sensing with her Spiritual Sense.
Boom! The first batch blew up in the furnace after only half an hour.
"The Alchemy Fire temperature probably wasn't controlled properly." Yan Qingwan found a reason herself.
"Most likely. When I sensed Alchemist Mo's Alchemy Fire, it didn't seem especially hot. And when the medicinal ingredients merged, there was a moment when the spiritual pressure rose..." Li Ji'an nodded in agreement.
Then he once again instructed Yan Qingwan on the Alchemy Fire temperature, spiritual pressure, and humidity he estimated were right.
"Hiss..." The second batch didn't blow up, but something went wrong at the penultimate step, when the pills were taking shape. The whole furnace turned into a pot of mush.
Yan Qingwan and Li Ji'an both frowned at the pool