Two hours later!
The pill refinement was complete!
He Pingsheng let out a long, deep breath.
The refinement had failed, but fortunately, it had produced a batch of Waste Pills rather than an exploding furnace.
As long as the furnace hadn't exploded, all was well.
A batch of Waste Pills could still be enhanced!
That night, He Pingsheng furtively took out the Treasure-Gathering Basin again and placed the twelve Waste Pills inside.
Then he put the Treasure-Gathering Basin into his Treasure Bag.
Moonlight flowed like water, and moonlight essence gathered.
An hour after he placed them in the Treasure-Gathering Basin, the twelve Waste Pills had become twenty-four.
Another hour passed, and all twenty-four Waste Pills became low-grade pills.
He Pingsheng took out twelve and left the remaining twelve to continue enhancing.
Early the next morning, he had twelve supreme-grade [Soul-Restoring Pills] and twelve low-grade Soul-Restoring Pills.
He Pingsheng got some sleep. It was almost noon when he finally took the twelve low-grade [Soul-Restoring Pills] and leisurely headed downstairs.
Two people were sitting on the first floor.
He Pingsheng's pupils narrowed slightly.
Wasn't Zi Xian alone?
Now, however, a young woman in blue sat beside Zi Xian, her face deathly pale. Her complexion was white as frost, and at first glance, he almost mistook her for a zombie!
Still, she was quite pleasing to look at, provided one overlooked that zombie-like skin.
Of course, He Pingsheng understood. With an injured soul, a deathly pale complexion was only natural.
"Fellow Daoist He, how did it go?"
Upon seeing He Pingsheng, Daoist Zi Xian immediately stood up and asked, his face full of hope and apprehension, "How... how did the refinement go?"
The young woman in blue took the opportunity to look He Pingsheng over as well.
Zi Xian hurriedly said, "I really