"Little Yan, watch carefully. This is how Qi-Gathering Powder is refined. If you want to become an alchemist in the future, remember this moment well."
Late at night, in Xiao Yan's room, Yao Lao appeared. He stroked his intangible yet tangible beard and spoke with a smile.
"Mm."
Xiao Yan said nothing more. He merely widened his eyes and watched intently. Ya Fei and Gu Ni's conduct at the auction had shown him just how capable alchemists were.
Since his teacher said he had such talent, then he would definitely head in that direction.
Seeing Xiao Yan like this, Yao Chen smiled faintly. Without another word, he flipped his wrist, and a pale white flame immediately rose from his palm. The Bone Chilling Flame surged continuously, clusters of fire shooting into the air before vanishing.
His dry palm grabbed a stalk of Inkleaf Lotus and gently tossed it into the flames. The instant the Inkleaf Lotus touched the Bone Chilling Flame, it was refined into a mass of inky black liquid. The liquid slowly rolled within the fire, reflecting a faint, eerie gleam.
The pale white flames grew fiercer and fiercer, yet Xiao Yan strangely discovered that the air outside them was becoming increasingly cold. Once the flame's temperature reached a certain threshold, tiny yellow impurities suddenly appeared within the inky black liquid.
Looking at the yellow impurities within the liquid, Yao Chen flicked his finger. A small mass of inky black liquid wrapped around the yellow impurities was expelled from the main body.
Purification and impurity removal—alchemy could not escape these two principles.
After that mass of yellow impurities was expelled, more tiny pale yellow impurities gradually appeared in the inky black liquid. Without exception, every last one was removed.
Under the relentless refining of the Bone Chilling Flame,