"Rise."
With a thought from Lin Shisan, a flame from the Thunderwood suddenly blazed beneath the cauldron.
He first rinsed the cauldron with mountain spring water. Once steam rose inside it, he began adding the spirit herbs in order.
Three stalks of Body Tempering Grass, purified.
Two Spirit-Gathering Flowers, refined and fused.
One Primordial Yang Fruit, stripped of impurities.
As each spirit herb entered the cauldron, Lin Shisan enveloped it in his divine sense.
He skillfully controlled every fraction of the heat.
He had spent five months practicing alchemy in total and was long past being the novice who had nearly blown up his furnace.
He could refine this basic pill formula with his eyes closed.
But today, he was not making ordinary Body Tempering Pills. He wanted a graded Spirit-Gathering Pill, and one of at least the second grade.
"Time to change herbs."
Once all the basic spirit herbs had been refined, Lin Shisan turned his right hand over and took the Hundred-Year Spirit-Gathering Grass Feng Xian'er had given him from the Ring.
It was a lush, glistening green, wreathed in spiritual energy and shining brilliantly.
A single leaf was already worth a hundred Spirit Stones.
For the sake of a second-grade Spirit-Gathering Pill, he held nothing back and threw the entire stalk of Spirit-Gathering Grass into the cauldron.
"Hiss, hiss..."
The spiritual liquid inside the cauldron immediately churned. Its formerly gentle medicinal properties seemed to have been provoked, turning violent in an instant.
The medicinal potency of Hundred-Year Spirit-Gathering Grass exceeded that of ordinary Spirit-Gathering Grass tenfold, and he had used an entire stalk.
If he failed to control the heat, the mildest outcome would be a discarded pill. At worst, the furnace would explode, possibly endangering his life.
After all, in such a confined space, he would