Golden-Winged Eagle King: Damn It, You Really Showed Off

"I didn't expect you to recognize this. Now you should know what to do, right?"

Chu Feng kept playing with the fire crystal in his hand, thinking to himself: I didn't expect that old bastard Nine Yang Half-Saint to actually drop so many good things.

I hope to see this old man again next time—no, what old man? He's clearly my treasure-bringing boy.

The Little Fire Spirit nodded vigorously. With this fire crystal, it could transform into a spirit form, and its power would then reach a new level.

"Godfather, please accept my bow."

???

Chu Feng never expected this guy to pull such a stunt on him.

He quickly interjected, "Stop! Is this how you use your Abnormal Fire techniques?"

The Little Fire Spirit spoke with a hint of suspicion, "Isn't this what your Human Race likes? When I was in the Fire Cave, I often heard people say something like 'a teacher for a day is a father for life.' Those juniors like to call their elders 'master,' and some even call them 'godfather.'"

"..."

Chu Feng's face darkened. "From now on, you're not allowed to call me godfather. Just call me 'that person'."

Little Fire Spirit: "Yes, sir."

Nothing happened that night.

The next day, Chu Feng waited for Fang Mu's arrival in the courtyard as usual.

Fang Mu was as full of fighting spirit as ever today, and immediately asked Chu Feng some questions about alchemy techniques.

After answering all his questions, Chu Feng said, "Little Mu, you are the worst disciple I have ever taught."

Upon hearing this, Fang Mu felt a chill run down his spine. Was his Fang Mu going to expel him from the sect?

Chu Feng: "Do you know why I said that?"

Fang Mu shook his head. He believed that his comprehension and talent were not bad. He had learned the Prince's Palace's techniques and become a cultivator simply by secretly watching, which made him much stronger than the collateral descendants of the Prince's Palace.

Chu Feng said to the Little Fire Spirit floating to the side, "Little Fire, show everyone what you've got."

"Yes."

After Little Fire Spirit responded, Chu Feng took out an inconspicuous hundred-year-old medicinal herb and a pill furnace.

He originally intended to use these herbs to brew wine, but he couldn't find any suitable ones for Little Fire Spirit, so he had to make do with these herbs for now.

Soon, everyone witnessed a scene that astonished them: the Little Fire Spirit was actually manipulating the Abnormal Fire and beginning to refine pills.

An hour later, the elixir was ready.

Two low-grade spirit pills, seven defective pills. A batch of pills usually yields ten pills. It's not surprising that one or a few pills fail to form due to errors.

Silence. The entire courtyard was eerily quiet.

Chu Feng smiled and said, "Brother Eagle, what's your opinion?"

"Damn it, you got me!"

The Golden-Winged Eagle King said helplessly, "What else can I say? This Turtle Spirit Earth Fire has given birth to a Fire Spirit, which is already comparable to Spirit Nurturing cultivator. Moreover, judging from this guy's appearance, his strength is no less than that of Dao Integration cultivator. If he were in your hands, it wouldn't be surprising if he could unleash the power of a Nirvana cultivator."

However, making the fire spirit refine pills automatically is something I've never seen in my thousand-year life. You've accomplished what Little Cao couldn't."

Upon hearing this, Chu Feng subconsciously asked, "Could it be that Senior Cao once had such thoughts?"

Golden-Winged Eagle King: "Not bad, it's a pity he ultimately chose to refine pills himself."

Fang Mu was completely numb at this moment. He never expected that his alchemy skills were not even as good as a ball of fire. All the arrogance he had accumulated in the past vanished without a trace at this moment.

However, he had no intention of giving up. If he missed out on a powerful figure like the Master, he feared he would never be able to escape his slave status for the rest of his life.

Fang Mu forced a smile and said respectfully, "Sir, please give me another chance."

Chu Feng had no intention of expelling the little guy from the sect; he just wanted to give him a little push.

He said, "Since you know your shortcomings, then cultivate more. Remember to read the Dao De Jing improve yourself. If you can master the basics of Spirit Fire Alchemy Technique and make medicinal paste within the next half month, then I will teach you a simple method for cultivating divine sense."

Fang Mu has not yet Dao Foundation, and has not cultivated the method of divine sense. He is completely incapable of condensing pills in the furnace. Refining medicinal paste is already his limit.

"The students will definitely work hard."

Fang Mu spoke, his eyes hardened.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Fang Mu left the residence. As soon as he stepped outside, he looked at his depleted wallet and decided to borrow some money to buy medicinal herbs.

In the past few days, he has spent most of his savings on buying medicinal herbs. If he cannot refine the medicinal paste within half a month, he will not only face being abandoned by his master, but also incur a debt.

In the following days, Fang Mu devoted himself even more diligently to studying alchemy.

Two weeks later.

Fang Mu's heart was in his throat as he smelled the medicinal fragrance emanating from the alchemy furnace.

"Out."

Chu Feng shouted, and a ball of medicinal paste, about the size of an adult's fist and emitting a medicinal fragrance, flew out from it.

He only glanced at it before judging that the medicinal power contained in the paste was equivalent to two low-grade Body Tempering Pill.

"Good, you passed."

Upon hearing this, Fang Mu's face lit up with ecstasy, and he bowed deeply to Chu Feng: "This student thanks you for your guidance, sir."

"Ding! Host's student Fang Mu has entered the beginner level of Spirit Fire Spirit Pill Technique. The host is rewarded with the Great Perfection of Spirit Fire Spirit Pill Technique."

Chu Feng's lips curled up slightly as he thought to himself: This bug was exploited quite well. With just two disciples entering the sect, my Spirit Fire Alchemy Technique has reached its peak. Now it's harvest season.

He took out a jade slip that had been pre-engraved from his storage ring and handed it over.

"This contains a method for cultivating divine sense. Once you cultivate this method to a minor level, you will be able to project your divine sense outwards. At that time, you will be able to use your divine sense to separate your core, instead of this mess."

"Thank you, Master."

After receiving the jade slip, Fang Mu asked, "Master, can I eat this medicine paste?"

Chu Feng: "Of course, but you'd better divide it into two. That way, you'll essentially have two low-grade Body Tempering Pill."

Upon hearing this, Fang Mu's eyes lit up. If he could sell these two Body Tempering Pill, he could recoup most of the money he had spent these past few days. Alchemy was indeed a great skill for making a fortune!

Seeing that he remained silent, Chu Feng said, "Alright, I've taught you everything I can. You don't need to come again tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Mu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately knelt down on the ground with a thud. "Master, I dare not forget your teachings. Please tell me your honorable title, so that I may seek you out in the future."

Chu Feng took out a jade pendant from his waist and handed it to him. "If you comprehend the Lesser Fate within ten years, then channel your divine sense into it. At that time, this jade pendant will reveal its true form, and you will know my identity and where to find me."

Mr. Xie.

Fang Mu bowed three times to Chu Feng, then accepted the jade pendant...