The Path to Immortality

"Sooner or later, I will eat one Foundation Building Pill and throw one away!"

After setting a beautiful vision, Fang Ping calmed down and decided to strike while the iron was hot and consolidate his experience.

After the nine times of backtracking were used up, he continued to try to refine it a few more times.

But this was undoubtedly a bit arrogant.

The previous occasional success was certainly a natural accumulation, but there was also a certain amount of luck in it.

At this moment, he was a little excited, and as expected, he failed one after another, wasting two furnaces of materials in vain.

"It's broken, I'm floating!"

Realizing that something was wrong, Fang Ping, who was not a stubborn kid, decisively stopped.

On the second day, after the backtracking of Yuan Ding was restored, he began to consolidate the experience and experience of refining the Bigu Pill.

In this way, it took another three days to focus on the key links that were most likely to fail in the backtracking, and practiced dozens of times before Fang Ping succeeded again.

The number of successful pills in the second furnace was five, one less than the first time, but the overall quality of the pills was slightly better.

From this time on, Fang Ping finally found some feeling of refining the Bigu Pill, and the number of backtracking required for success was significantly reduced!

………

Two weeks later.

After investing a lot of time and energy to figure it out, and experiencing various failures, Fang Ping was finally able to stabilize the success rate of refining Bigu Pills at a level slightly above 20% without counting backtracking.

When all the 50 Bigu Pill materials were refined, Fang Ping had refined a total of 23 bottles of Bigu Pills, plus 4 bottles of inferior products.

This was because his level was not high enough, and the average number of pills per furnace was not high.

"Fifty Bigu Pill materials are worth 10 spirit stones, and 23 bottles of finished Bigu Pills are 23 spirit stones!"

Inferior Bigu Pills are not inedible.

It's just that the appearance is flawed, the efficacy is slightly insufficient, or the pill poison may be slightly higher.

There is never a shortage of poor people among casual cultivators.

If Fang Ping is willing to lower the price, buy one get one free, there is no worry about not being able to sell it.

In this way, four bottles of inferior Bigu Pills can also be exchanged for two spirit stones.

After a quick calculation, Fang Ping was pleasantly surprised to find that his first alchemy had a net profit of 1.5 times!

Although there is still a lot of room for improvement from the theoretical maximum three times net profit, this income is enough to satisfy Fang Ping.

"Sure enough, I can achieve today's success thanks to my talent and hard work."

"Xiao Kai is not a big deal!"

"Yuan Ding, start!"

………

Just when Fang Ping was ready to continue to start the alchemy money printing machine, a small trouble interrupted his plan to make money.

The chores of the new quarter are here!

After calculating the time, Fang Ping paused the alchemy with some regret.

Luoyang Sect recruits outer disciples, provides a safe training environment, passes down the training method, and distributes spirit stones and elixirs once in winter and summer every year. It is not a kind-hearted way to support idle people.

As an outer disciple, in addition to training, you have to go to receive chores at least once every quarter.

In most cases, disciples can choose chores by themselves.

But sometimes, the sect will directly designate and assign tasks, and disciples are not allowed to refuse.

As for the specific chores, they are all-encompassing, including patrolling, guarding the medicine garden, sitting in the mine, going out to hunt monsters, eradicating wandering robbers and hidden demons, etc.

These chores are either hard and time-consuming, or contain considerable dangers.

Even some relatively leisurely and lucrative tasks have long been taken by people with connections and cannot be posted outside.

Fortunately, Luoyang Sect is a Jindan Sect after all, and it is more or less decent.

Before the disciples have cultivated to the middle stage of Qi training, they generally do not need to take dangerous tasks such as going out to hunt monsters.

At least at this stage, Fang Ping does not have to worry about safety issues when doing chores.

"Hurry up and finish this chores, and then convert the income from the alchemy into resources for cultivation as soon as possible."

"As long as there are enough resources, it shouldn't take too long to rush from the second level of Qi training to the third level of Qi training."

After taking a bath and changing clothes, Fang Ping, who was wearing a new Taoist robe, took his Sanyang Fujian, which was given by the sect for free and was not even considered a low-grade magic weapon, and set off for the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall.

Perhaps the chores for the new quarter have been taken up by many outer disciples.

When Fang Ping came to the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall this time, he found that there were not many people in the hall, which seemed very idle.

Perhaps for this reason, Deacon Zhao, who was in charge of the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall, did not recruit anyone to help, but sat in person.

This serious deacon came from the inner sect and had the strength of the tenth level of Qi training.

Since he could not get the foundation-building pill and did not have the determination to fight hard and die at the worst, Deacon Zhao chose to give up the impact of the foundation-building and came to the outer sect to be a deacon.

After this experience, the depressed deacon was very strict with the outer disciples, and had a bad reputation in the outer sect.

Fang Ping also knew his temper. Seeing him sitting in person, he immediately changed his expression to respect.

He walked to the other side with light footsteps and saluted: "Hello, Deacon!"

Deacon Zhao was holding a scroll of Taoist books, shaking his head as he read it. He glanced at him slightly and said: "What's the matter?"

What else can the outer disciples do in the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall?

Is it interesting to ask questions knowing the answer?

Fang Ping complained in his heart, but his face was still respectful: "The disciple is Fang Ping from the outer sect. I come to take over the chores for this quarter. Thank you, Deacon."

Deacon Zhao saw that he was very humble, so he put down the Taoist book and recalled for a while before saying, "Fang Ping, right? Qi training level 2? Most of the other outer disciples accepted the tasks a few days ago. Why did you come just now?"

Fang Ping said in a panic: "My talent is too poor. I am worried about being expelled from the sect. I am busy practicing and forget the time. Please forgive me, deacon."

He didn't mention his alchemy at all, otherwise he would be ridiculed.

"Poor talent, even if you practice hard, it's useless. It's as difficult as ascending to heaven to build a foundation!"

Deacon Zhao snorted coldly, his tone was a bit gloomy.

However, Fang Ping did not violate any rules after all.

Not to mention coming a few days late, even if he came two and a half months late, as long as he could complete the chores before the end of this quarter, the sect rules would not be able to do anything to him.

Deacon Zhao didn't say anything more, and pointed to the rows of bamboo slips hanging on the wall behind him: "These are the only tasks that have not been accepted yet. Which one do you want to take?"

Fang Ping followed his sight and browsed quickly.

"Serve as the guard of Tiandu Peak's courtyard for one month, rotating every three days, and reward 15 sect contributions."

"Go to the West Mountain Mine to mine fire obsidian. You need to pay at least 1,000 yuan, and reward 20 sect contributions."

"Help the outer sect elder Huang take care of a late-stage Qi training monster, and reward 30 sect contributions."

"Take good care of a Yuehua herbal medicine field in the outer sect, and ensure that the spiritual energy is not lost, and reward 20 sect contributions."

After looking around, none of these menial tasks satisfied Fang Ping.

Either they took too long.

Or they were too tiring.

Occasionally, there were one or two that took a short time and looked easy, but either the benefits were not high, or there might be a big pit hidden, and one might even lose money if it was not handled properly!

Seeing that Deacon Zhao on the side was already a little impatient, Fang Ping was too lazy to choose and randomly chose a relatively simple one.