As the saying went, failure was success's mother. After more than ten failures, Yang Zhengshan was not discouraged in the slightest, and the next day, master and disciple continued their experiments.
Failure, failure, failure—still failure.
For more than ten days in a row, master and disciple both had no idea how many times they had failed, nor how many medicinal ingredients they had ruined.
This master and disciple were like prodigal wastrels, sparing no medicinal ingredients as they carried out their experiments with a mad, stubborn persistence.
Fortunately, Yang Zhengshan did not lack medicinal ingredients. Otherwise, let alone a Martial Dao clan, even a Great Clan would have been bankrupted by this master and disciple.
Of course, repeated failure was not meaningless.
The two of them grew increasingly skilled at controlling the Alchemy Furnace, and they also gained a deeper understanding of the process of refining spirit pills.
In the blink of an eye, a month passed.
In the alchemy room, Wang Mingzhe carefully controlled the True Fire Formation, while Yang Zhengshan stood beside the Alchemy Furnace and traced a runic pattern in midair, striking it onto the Alchemy Furnace.
The next moment, Yang Zhengshan suddenly raised his hand again and struck the furnace lid.
With a bang, a faint white halo spread out from the furnace lid, then slowly sank into the inner furnace.
"Done!"
He shouted, and Wang Mingzhe hurriedly controlled the formation and shut it down.
Then the two of them opened the furnace lid with faces full of anticipation. A wave of heat rose from the inner furnace, and immediately afterward, the two saw several dozen round, milky-white pills at the bottom of the furnace.
Vaguely, they even gave off an icy aura.
It was clearly inside an Alchemy Furnace where hot air churned, yet those