Xiao Jin finally understood why the Pill Tower Ancestor, who had returned to the Pill Tower not long ago, had become so much more irritable.
Looking at the few Little Pill Tower elders beneath the platform, who resembled elementary school students, Xiao Jin was also filled with frustration, with nowhere to vent it.
Wasn't I being simple and clear enough?
First do this and this, then do that and that, and the pill would be done.
In theory, as long as one's strength and cultivation realm were sufficient, there would be no problem refining pills of any grade.
That was how it was for Xiao Jin. The grade of the pills he could refine kept rising along with his cultivation realm.
After all, his soul power was already ridiculously strong. As long as his own battle qi could support his alchemy, the grade of his pills would continue to rise.
He felt that his explanation had already been very detailed, but why did the eyes of those old men beneath the platform look as clear and blank as those of foolish college students?
Old Monster Lin was, at any rate, the head of the Little Pill Tower. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he could only grit his teeth and ask, "Grand Martial Uncle, how exactly should we control the temperature you mentioned just now?"
"???"
No, all of you are high-level Eighth-Grade Alchemists. You don't even know how to control the temperature?
Old Monster Lin also knew that his question had been too childish, so he hurriedly added, "Grand Martial Uncle, what I mean is, how should we divide different temperature zones within a single medicinal cauldron?"
Only then did Xiao Jin's expression improve slightly.
Speaking of dividing different temperature zones within the same medicinal cauldron, that was considered one of