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He must succeed in making the elixir, even if it is only a remnant, he cannot fail again.

Four supplies of medicinal materials have been destroyed.

However, the lack of spiritual power caused by cultivation obviously cannot be compensated by elixirs. What should we do?

Xiao Lin thought for a long time, and fearing that the last bit of medicinal material would be wasted, he put the matter aside for the time being.

In the yard, looking across the corridor.

Qi Wu Yue is digging the soil?

It was the cubic meter of medicinal soil distributed by the college.

The Copper Coin Spirit brought a lot of seeds when he came this time, including not only the medicinal elixir seeds that had been agreed upon before, but also some grain seeds and flower seeds.

The bags were packed in small cloth bags and tied tightly, containing hundreds of seeds of each type.

Qi Wu Yue was not interested in any medicinal seeds. What he was fiddling with now were those worthless grain seeds and flower seeds.

Qi Wu Yue poured a cubic meter of medicinal soil onto the open space in the yard and spread it out thickly.

He squatted down, his clothes and sleeves fluttering open.

Qi Wu Yue was waving a shovel vigorously in the yard...digging a hole?

He dug out the ordinary soil in the yard and threw it aside into a pile, then filled it with red medicinal soil.

Qi Wu Yue also bought a bunch of flower pots in the points mall, and he buried the medicinal soil in the pots.

Qi Wu Yue turned his head and found Xiao Lin had come to his side without him noticing.

Just then, Qi Wu Yue opened the bags, took out some seeds and asked, "What kind of seeds are these blue ones?"

"Yuan Yueji, it has lavender flowers." Xiao Lin said softly. Seeing how hard he was digging, he took the shovel from his hand and helped him dig.

Qi Wu Yue thought about it, and used his spiritual power to write "purple" on the cloth bag containing the seeds.

Xiao Lin dug quickly and neatly. Soon he had dug up a foot thick of ground and filled it with medicinal soil.

"Great, great." Qi Wu Yue applauded and cheered.

Qi Wu Yue's eyes were full of interest. He rolled up his sleeves and started planting things.

Of course, Qi Wu Yue’s way of growing things is extremely simple and crude. He would dig a hole, put a seed in it, and then cover it with soil.

He didn't know that some crops have deep roots and need to be buried deeper, while some have shallow roots and only need to be covered with a thin layer of soil. If they are buried too deep, they will not sprout.

Xiao Lin had a smile on his face. He taught Qi Wu Yue how to plant the seeds without saying anything. He let him play and asked softly, "Do you want to water it?"

Qi Wu Yue slapped his forehead and said, "I almost forgot to water the plants."

Then he took out the spiritual spring water from the mustard seed ring, quickly dug out the buried seeds, and filled it up with water again.

No matter which seeds like water or not, they are all almost soaked in water.

However, it is worth praising that Qi Wu Yue at least knew to wait for the water to dry up before burying the soil, instead of just filling it with spiritual spring water. At least it did not turn into a pool of cement mixture.

Xiao Lin thought so and his eyes showed approval.

"Oh, by the way, I bought the book on making medicinal soil." Qi Wu Yue suddenly thought of it.

Xiao Lin's spiritual sense moved, and he saw a book on making medicinal soil in the mustard seed. He took it out and looked through it roughly. With his photographic memory, he wrote down the materials needed to prepare different medicinal soils.

Qi Wu Yue buried the last pot of flowers, threw the shovel aside, and drew spiritual spring water from the mustard ring to wash his hands. While washing his hands, he asked, "How is the elixir? Did you refine it?"

Xiao Lin told him in detail about the problems in his alchemy process.

"Simple! I have a way." Qi Wu Yue stood up and said.

Alchemy room.

Xiao Lin sat cross-legged in front of the alchemy cauldron.

Behind him, Qi Wu Yue placed his palms on Xiao Lin's back, transferring spiritual power to him continuously through his palms.

The reason why Xiao Lin always failed in refining the elixir was that he did not have enough spiritual power.

Qi Wu Yue has plenty of spiritual power.

He transferred the spiritual power directly into Xiao Lin's elixir, so that it could be used directly without conversion, to avoid it from running out of power later.

Moreover, Xiao Lin is a source spiritual body and can convert spiritual power at will, although currently only the free conversion between the five elements of spiritual power can be achieved.

But no matter what attribute the spiritual power transmitted to him by others is, even if it is beyond the five elements, he can absorb it and convert it into his own spiritual power.

Xiao Lin used his hand gestures to make the elixir, and with Qi Wu Yue's help, he succeeded in condensing the elixir.

There was a crisp sound of the pill hitting the alchemy furnace, and then the lid of the alchemy furnace was opened.

Danxia is magnificent.

A bone-growing pill of pill-making quality lies quietly at the bottom of the alchemy furnace.

Xiao Lin used his spiritual power to draw out a pill-sized, light yellow pill that was filled with fragrance and rich spiritual energy.

The entire pill was round and smooth, without any flaws, and it was indeed a third-grade pill.

Qi Wu Yue touched his chin and thought, it seems that Xiao Lin is now a half-step third-grade alchemist.

In the next few days, Xiao Lin continued to make pills every day and sometimes went to the library to read.

Although he has already figured out the sword moves, he still finds reading books to be a big benefit.

It seems that he will not stop until he finishes reading all the books in the library. Qi Wu Yue sighed and went into the library, still bickering with the old man.

Every day, he would poke holes in the old man's heart, lungs, and tubes, making people tremble with anger.

Several times, Xiao Lin was ready to take out the "heart-saving pills" he had prepared in advance, but Old Man Shu managed to hold on in one breath.

Xiao Lin pondered: Why does it seem that the angrier he gets, the stronger his body becomes?

Old Book Man: Angry!

Qi Ertian deeply believed this: just like a balloon, the more inflated it is, the harder it becomes.

Three days later.

As agreed, it is time for Ji Nian to take the bone-growing pill.

The sun is bright and clear, with light clouds passing by in the dark.

Outside the school, in the suburbs, at Ji Ling’s home.

The sun is shining brightly today, and Ji Ling pushes his brother into the yard to bask in the sun.

After drinking the medicine for three consecutive days, Ji Nian's usually weak and pale complexion had obviously improved a lot.

Under the warmth of the golden sunlight, it has actually turned a bit bright red.

Perhaps there is hope for the treatment of her brother's legs, Ji Ling was in a good mood. She was humming some tune and watering a pot of spiritual flowers with a kettle.

Seeing Qi Wu Yue and Xiao Lin coming, he quickly put down the kettle in his hand and went forward to greet them.

Xiao Lin handed the bone-growing pill to Ji Ling and said, "First check whether the remaining poison in your brother's body has been cleared."

Ji Ling took the box with trembling hands and opened it. A round pill was quietly stored inside. In an instant, big tears rolled down the box involuntarily.

She quickly wiped off the water stains with her sleeve and leaned over to say "please."

Xiao Lin used his spiritual power to check Jinian's veins for a cycle. Seeing that although his spiritual power was still weak, there was no trace of the coldness. He nodded and asked Jinian to take the bone-growing pill.

In order to fully stimulate the medicinal effect of the Shenggu Pill, Xiao Lin asked his senior schoolmate to use her spiritual power to bless the guardian deity.

One is to commemorate the lack of his own spiritual power, and the other is that the spiritual power of the two siblings comes from the same source and can be better transformed and absorbed.

An hour later.

The frail boy's face was covered with sweat. Ji Ling withdrew his hand that was transferring spiritual power and hurried to check on his brother's health.