Not to mention Valley Master Nie and Elder Zhang, who stood outside the alchemy room with faces full of bitter resentment, occasionally turning back in hopes of seeing what Zhang Xiaohua was doing inside. Yet they knew perfectly well that such behavior was utterly disgraceful; their hearts simply itched too badly for them to control themselves.
Inside the alchemy room, Zhang Xiaohua sent several initial hand seals into the pill furnace and the earth fire. Once the furnace had heated up, he beckoned with his hand. The jade box containing the Crimson Flame Grass opened at once. With another flick of his fingers, the Crimson Flame Grass split in two. He made another gesture with his right hand, and half of the Crimson Flame Grass flew from the jade box directly into the pill furnace, while the box shut at the same time.
Not long after the Crimson Flame Grass entered the furnace, it was refined into a fist-sized mass of medicinal liquid that continuously churned within the pill furnace. Fine wisps of smoke drifted out from it—the impurities contained in the liquid.
Zhang Xiaohua knew that although Crimson Flame Grass was a rare herb containing abundant Primordial Qi, its long years of growth also meant that the qi within it held many impurities, making them extremely difficult to refine away. An ordinary Martial Way alchemy furnace could never obtain pure Crimson Flame Grass liquid. Even with his own method, it would take a full day and night. Looking at the medicinal liquid continuously stretching and contracting into all sorts of shapes within the furnace, Zhang Xiaohua frowned slightly. Valley Master Nie and Elder Zhang would surely come in to watch later. How was he supposed to explain medicinal liquid floating in midair out of nowhere?
After thinking it over,