At Jiang Lu's words, she did not delay. Calmly raising her hand, she produced a Profound-Pattern Alchemy Furnace, which landed steadily before her.
At the sight of the furnace, Ye Qingluan's brows lifted slightly. Her junior brother had actually given this furnace to Jiang Lu.
Jiang Lu's fingertips moved faintly as her Divine Sense entered her storage pouch, methodically taking out the various spirit plants.
Before Ye Qingluan and the Grand Elder, her movements were skilled and crisp. Removing impurities, washing, slicing—every step was measured to perfection, flowing like drifting clouds and running water without the slightest hitch, displaying the solid foundation built through years of alchemy.
Seeing this, the two nodded in satisfaction. Such practiced movements could only have come from genuine effort.
Once the preparations were complete, she lifted her hand and sent all the spiritual ingredients precisely into the furnace. The lid closed softly, letting out a low, muffled hum.
Now that she possessed Golden Core cultivation and wielded her Divine Sense with proficiency, refining fourth-grade pills was naturally as easy as turning her hand over.
The next instant, a wisp of gentle spiritual flame condensed at her fingertips and struck precisely beneath the furnace.
Under Jiang Lu's guidance, the pale-red spiritual flame quietly heated the alchemy furnace, its temperature rising step by step.
Jiang Lu narrowed her eyes slightly, spreading out her delicate Divine Sense in full. Fine strands of it wound around the furnace, constantly examining the state of the medicinal properties within as they fused, not daring to allow the slightest deviation.
Time slowly passed. Before long, a thread of pill fragrance drifted out from the furnace, filling the entire courtyard with its pure, lingering scent.
Jiang Lu's eyes lit up. With a sweep of her slender hand through the air, the furnace lid