He Pingsheng did not immediately begin refining a second batch of pills. After cleaning the Alchemy Furnace, he sat down and calmed himself, carefully recalling the details of his refining process.
What had he done wrong?
What had differed from the instructions recorded in the formula?
And what had he failed to control properly?
Only by reviewing his gains and losses could he take another step forward.
Early the next morning, He Pingsheng began refining pills again.
The second batch!
Having learned from his first attempt, He Pingsheng did not blow up the furnace this time.
He still failed to refine them successfully, producing only twelve Waste Pills.
"Whew..."
He Pingsheng breathed a sigh of relief.
To him, Waste Pills were no different from high-grade or supreme-grade pills.
Once he placed them in the Treasure-Gathering Basin for enhancement, he would ultimately receive twice as many supreme-grade pills.
But since he was practicing alchemy, who would not want to truly succeed?
"Keep going!" He Pingsheng tossed the Waste Pills aside and began refining the third batch.
The third batch also yielded Waste Pills!
In the days that followed, he refined three batches a day!
The fourth batch: Waste Pills!
The fifth batch: Waste Pills!
The sixth batch: success!
Finally, after five consecutive failures, He Pingsheng successfully refined a batch of Second-Grade Pills.
Their quality was naturally the lowest possible. All twelve were low grade.
Low grade was fine too!
He Pingsheng smiled with delight.
After all, he had refined Second-Grade Pills through his own efforts.
As long as he could refine Second-Grade Pills, regardless of their quality, he was a Second-Grade Alchemist.
He still had enough ingredients for four batches.
He Pingsheng continued refining!
The seventh batch succeeded as well.
Twelve low-grade pills!
The eighth batch yielded Waste Pills.
The ninth