The Art of the Great Sword

Chen Feng swore that he had never been so embarrassed as today.

Even before, under the threat of death from Fang Qingyang, he was not as powerless as he is now.

He loves to make pills, and the way of making pills is also his most capable means.

But with his cultivation in the True Saint Realm, it is difficult to make the Feathering Spiritual Pill, which is almost killing him.

At this time, he lay on the ground like a dead dog, and could only stick out his tongue and breathe heavily.

Refining this furnace of Feathering-level Blood-Transforming Pill almost exhausted the Spiritual Pill in his ring.

Not only that, the spiritual energy in his body was squeezed out, and he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

Seeing Chen Feng lying on the ground gasping for breath, Fang Qingyang frowned slightly and said, "Failed?"

"No...no."

Chen Feng lay on the ground to adjust his breath for a while. After the spiritual energy in his body recovered a little, he immediately got up from the ground and said to Fang Qingyang with a flattering face, "Master, I have fulfilled my mission. The Feathering-level Blood-Transforming Pill has been successfully refined."

After saying this, he opened his alchemy furnace.

A refreshing medicinal fragrance emanated from the alchemy furnace.

Just smelling the medicinal fragrance made Fang Qingyang feel that his blood essence was improving.

Inside the alchemy furnace, there were ten Feathering-level Blood-Transforming Pills.

The pill was blood red throughout, but its quality gave people a feeling that it was the lowest-level Feathering Spiritual Pill.

Fang Qingyang put at least twenty five-leaf-level Blood-Transforming Grasses into this furnace of pills.

Just these twenty five-leaf Blood-Transforming Grasses, if swallowed like this, can also make up for some of his blood essence.

But now, Chen Feng only refined ten blood-transforming pills!

"Only ten?"

Fang Qingyang frowned slightly.

Twenty five-leaf blood-transforming grasses, plus some auxiliary spiritual medicines, only produced ten blood-transforming pills, and they were blood-transforming pills that barely reached the quality of Yuhua spiritual pills, which made Fang Qingyang feel that he had lost a lot.

Chen Feng saw the dissatisfaction on Fang Qingyang's face, and he had no words to say.

"Master, five-leaf blood-transforming grass can only be regarded as a half-Yuhua spiritual medicine. Twenty five-leaf blood-transforming grasses, plus some auxiliary materials, can be refined into ten blood-transforming pills, which is actually very good."

He felt wronged.

After working hard to refine a furnace of blood-transforming pills, Fang Qingyang was not satisfied, which made him not know what to say.

Fang Qingyang didn't care about Chen Feng's words when he heard what Chen Feng said.

He waved his hand lightly and immediately took the ten blood-transforming pills out of the pill furnace.

Then, he threw one into his mouth casually.

As soon as the Blood-Transforming Pill entered his stomach, the pure medicinal power in it was directly dispersed and integrated into his limbs and bones. Finally, it mobilized the blood and qi in his limbs and bones, forming a drop of blood essence, which was integrated into his Dantian.

At the peak period, Fang Qingyang contained at least thirty drops of blood essence in his body.

Now there are only five drops of blood essence left in his body.

There is too much blood essence that needs to be replenished.

At this time, after a Blood-Transforming Pill entered his stomach, the blood essence in Fang Qingyang's body immediately became six drops.

A Blood-Transforming Pill of extremely poor quality actually made him replenish one drop of blood essence?

"I'll try to swallow the Blood-Transforming Grass raw later to see how much blood essence I can restore."

After Fang Qingyang made a decision in his heart, he immediately swallowed the remaining nine Blood-Transforming Pills.

After a while, the blood essence in his body had risen to fifteen drops.

After half of the blood essence was restored, Fang Qingyang picked a six-leaf Blood-Transforming Grass from his own medicine garden.

After taking a blood-transforming grass, he felt that all the blood in his body was mobilized.

The spiritual energy contained in the blood-transforming grass also flowed directly through his limbs and bones, integrated into his dantian, and turned into two drops of blood essence.

After swallowing a six-leaf blood-transforming grass directly, it actually restored two drops of blood essence?

Fang Qingyang was a little surprised, and he immediately picked another five-leaf blood-transforming grass and swallowed it into his stomach.

When the five-leaf blood-transforming grass entered his stomach, Fang Qingyang immediately discovered that the five-leaf blood-transforming grass directly restored one drop of his blood essence!

At this moment, Fang Qingyang immediately shifted his gaze to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng has now recovered some of his spiritual energy, and he was preparing to wait for Fang Qingyang's praise, but when he saw Fang Qingyang looking at him with an unfriendly look, his heart tightened, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Twenty five-leaf blood-transforming grasses, you refined ten blood-transforming pills for me."

"And one blood-transforming pill can restore one drop of my blood essence."

"Just now I tried it again, and swallowed a five-leaf blood-transforming grass directly, which also restored one drop of my blood essence."

"So, what kind of pill did you refine?"

Fang Qingyang's tone was particularly cold.

When Chen Feng heard Fang Qingyang's words, he was dumbfounded.

He really didn't know that the five-leaf blood-transforming grass could restore one drop of Fang Qingyang's blood essence.

Twenty blood-transforming grasses, plus the same level of spiritual medicine, he refined ten blood-transforming pills, which was a waste of these natural materials and treasures!

The reason why he can live until now is because of his alchemy skills.

When Fang Qingyang found out that his alchemy skills were completely fake, could the other party spare his life?

"Master, I... I didn't know it would be like this!"

Chen Feng was scared.

He knelt on the ground, trembling with fear and begging for mercy: "Master, I am at the peak of the True Saint Realm. As long as I step into the Yuhua Realm, my ability to refine pills will be improved. Please give me another chance!"

Fang Qingyang saw Chen Feng kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, and his expression was uncertain.

The five-leaf blood-transforming grass was in his small world, and there were many of them.

This thing was not very precious.

But now he felt that he was tricked!

If he had known that a five-leaf blood-transforming grass could restore a drop of blood essence, he would have swallowed the blood-transforming grass directly. Although the taste would be a little bitter, the blood essence he lost in his body should have been compensated long ago.

As a result, he believed Chen Feng's lies along the way and insisted on using the blood-transforming grass to refine pills, which wasted so much of his time!

Su Luochuan, who was standing aside, was also speechless when he heard Fang Qingyang's words.

He was not good at alchemy, but because the blood-transforming grass was precious, he instinctively thought that the blood-transforming grass needed to be refined before its medicinal effect could be fully exerted.

But now it seems that this is not the case at all!

Fang Qingyang was in a bad mood.

Seeing Chen Feng kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy, he wanted to kick this idiot to death!

At this time, Su Luochuan on the side directly sent a message to Fang Qingyang: "Old Five, alchemists are hard to find. Although this guy is a demon cultivator, he is also an alchemist. When his cultivation breaks through to the Yuhua realm, maybe he will be of some use to us."