I was killed by my relatives, and I am reborn to be ruthless.

The first blasting talisman brought such a huge shock to He Ronger that she was immersed in the astonishment for a long time and did not notice the power of the talismans of the disciples behind her.

After all the disciples had stepped down, He Ronger turned around and asked Zou Mubai, "Uncle Zou, can the runes drawn by the rune master only explode?"

"No, the rune master concentrates his spiritual power on the rune paper to achieve many different effects. The blasting rune is just one of them. There are also hemostasis, acceleration, invisibility, underground escape, etc. Of course, the runes drawn by rune masters of different levels have different powers."

At this moment, He Ronger and Yu Lu seemed to have opened the door to a new world, with sparkling light in their eyes.

After the disciples from Fu Peak had their performance, it was the turn of the disciples from Yao Peak.

This time, the disciples of Yaofeng demonstrated how to refine medicine. This was also specially requested by the headmaster, in order to let the great-grandmaster who is a pharmacist give some guidance in person.

Soon, more than a dozen alchemy furnaces were brought up and placed on a dozen tables.

There were three identical herbs placed on each table. It seemed that the requirement for refining the medicine this time was that each disciple used the herbs on the table to refine the same pill.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen disciples came on stage one after another and stood in front of the table.

They first bowed respectfully in the direction of their uncle-master, then turned around and faced the disciples in the square.

Yaofeng Peak Master Zhen Tong stood up first. He loudly announced the requirements and rules of the medicine refining process, and then gave an order to the disciples: "Begin refining the medicine!"

All the Yaofeng disciples standing on the stage began to get busy.

They all raised one hand at the same time, and with a thought, flames of different colors danced on their fingertips.

Yu Lu watched this scene as if she were watching a circus. Her eyes lit up instantly: "Girl, look, they can actually create sparks! Aren't they afraid of getting burned?"

He Ronger smiled and shook her head: "I heard that alchemists all have their own spiritual fire. That spiritual fire has become one with their bodies and will not burn them at all."

"Wow, Miss Rong, you know so much." Yu Lu looked at He Ronger with admiration in her eyes.

He Ronger felt a little embarrassed when Yu Lu looked at her, and explained in a low voice: "I also saw it by chance in Yaofeng's book pavilion, I don't know if it is accurate."

Zou Mubai added: "What you said is only part of the story. Many alchemists are not born with fire spirit roots. They will subdue the natural sky fire or high-level spirit fire to make medicine."

A glimmer of hope arose in He Ronger's heart.

She was born without spiritual roots. If she was lucky enough to subdue a spiritual fire one day, would she be able to make medicine like other alchemists?

But before she could come back to her senses, she heard Lin Ze whispering, "Even if you don't have a fire spirit root, you must have a wood spirit root. Only with a wood spirit root can you accurately judge the medicinal properties and activity of herbs, and accurately control the temperature during the process of refining pills."

The fantasy that He Ronger had just formed was shattered in an instant, and the light in her eyes dimmed.

Zou Mubai had been observing He Ronger's every move, so he naturally did not miss her lost expression.

However, it was not yet the time to help her remove the seal. He was afraid of giving her hope and then disappointing her, so he did not speak to comfort her.

As they were talking, there was a sudden explosion on the stage, followed by a thick black smoke floating out of one of the disciples' furnace, accompanied by a burnt smell.

The disciple looked at the alchemy furnace in front of him which was still smoking, with a look of annoyance on his face, but he quickly adjusted his mindset, cleaned up the mess quickly, and cleared the table and the residue in the alchemy furnace as quickly as possible.

That disciple had just started a new round of medicine refining when two or three disciples not far from him also experienced furnace explosions one after another.

Lin Ze, who was sitting in the main seat, watched this scene without any expression on his face, as if he was already accustomed to it.

At this time, Yu Lu asked in a low voice: "Uncle Zou, is the success rate of the pharmacist's refining medicine very low?"

Zou Mubai frowned slightly, shook his head and said, "It's not bad. As far as I know, I can't say that I can refine pills with pill patterns 100%, but I can produce a few high-level pills in 80% of cases."

This was the case when he watched Si Yao making medicine before, so he thought making medicine was very simple.

Lin Ze, who was standing by, was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped when he heard Zou Mubai say this.

What? Most likely a high-level elixir?

Are there any top-grade elixirs with danwen?

What is the identity of this Zou Mubai, and how could he have witnessed such a grand occasion?

Especially the top-grade elixirs with elixir patterns, he had only seen them in books and had heard his master mention them before, but had never seen them.

At this moment, Lin Ze felt his heart trembling, not because of fear, but because of excitement.

He secretly decided in his heart that he must hold on to Zou Mubai's big, thick legs and not let this huge wealth slip away from him.

Lin Ze looked at Zou Mubai with a flattering smile, and his tone was extremely gentle: "Mubai, are you thirsty? I brought this year's new tea here, brewed with morning dew, take a few sips to moisten your throat."

As he spoke, he untied a gourd from his waist, and took out a set of tea set from somewhere and placed it in front of Zou Mubai, then diligently poured tea for him personally.

Zou Mubai glanced at Lin Ze and immediately guessed what he was thinking. He was not angry, but curled his lips and said with a chuckle, "No need. As a disciple, how can I let the master pour tea for me? I'll do it myself."

Zou Mubai stretched out his hand to take the gourd from Lin Ze's hand, but was stopped by Lin Ze's other hand.

"Oh, it's my own will, old man. Don't move, let me do it."

As he spoke, he poured a cup of tea into the teacup. If you didn't know, you would think he was a waiter serving customers.

At this time, the head of the sect, Gu Xiangming, who was sitting not far away, glanced over here inadvertently and saw this scene. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

What happened to Master Uncle? Could it be that he was possessed by someone?

How could he condescend to pour tea for his apprentice?

Just as he was about to open his mouth to stop it, he heard exclamations from the audience.

It turned out that a disciple on the stage had already refined a furnace of elixirs. Waves of elixir fragrance wafted out of the furnace, causing an uproar among the disciples.

He didn't bother to care about what his uncle was doing. He quickly stood up from his seat and walked towards the disciple.

For a moment, everyone's eyes fell on the disciple and the alchemy furnace in front of him, and they could not hide their excitement.

This is a mid-level elixir, and it is the first time that an alchemy disciple from the Qixuan Sect has made such an intermediate-level elixir!

The future generations are terrible.