Mortal Alchemy

"This furnace of pills must succeed, failure is not an option!"

These nine third-order materials took Chen Ping decades to collect.

"Clang!!!"

The third-order spiritual fire was as dense as magma, and just activating it like this turned the pill furnace red-hot.

Ordinary spiritual water would evaporate instantly when put in, failing to remove impurities.

Chen Ping spent a lot of time researching, and the sea mineral spiritual essence he found in the Hao Jade Sea seemed to be able to replace ordinary spiritual water to assist in pill refining.

Filling half the pill furnace with sea mineral spiritual essence, Chen Ping observed with his divine sense: "Hmm, not bad, it didn't melt immediately, it can replace spiritual water."

Although Xu Fengshan passed away many years ago, the clumsy pill refining method he taught is still useful.

Small people also have great wisdom.

The pill fire was urged to the maximum, and the sea mineral spiritual essence in the pill furnace began to melt, changing from solid to liquid. When Chen Ping waited until it was about to turn into a gaseous state, he put the nine third-order spiritual herbs into the pill furnace one by one.

The inside of the pill furnace did not explode, indicating that the first step of pill refining, the materials did not collide and turn into coke.

Chen Ping carefully observed with his divine sense, manipulating the pill furnace, his brows furrowed: "The speed at which the spiritual herbs dissolve into liquid is very slow..."

"If this furnace of Golden Spirit Guiding Divine Pills is to be successfully refined, it will take at least a month."

It was within Chen Ping's expectations that refining a furnace of pills would take so long.

But here comes the problem, this Nascent Soul Seed Battle's third round, only a hundred people are competing, can Chen Ping be given a month?

This is a difficult problem.

As long as this third-order spiritual fire is nurtured sufficiently, Chen Ping doesn't need to control the spiritual fire all the time. This third-order spiritual fire is as dense as magma, its state is extremely stable, and its firepower is also very pure. It won't suddenly fluctuate in intensity, causing changes inside the furnace.

This allows Chen Ping to leave this place and participate in the third round of the Nascent Soul Seed Battle.

And the clumsy method of refining pills, although it takes time, its advantage lies in its high success rate.

It only needs the spiritual water to dissolve each spiritual herb, remove impurities, retain the essence, merge with each other, and then lower the furnace fire, so that the essence of the nine spiritual herbs slowly precipitates, and finally forms a pill by itself.

"The moment the Nascent Soul Seed Battle ends, I must immediately advance to the Golden Core stage and trigger the heavenly tribulation, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable..."

"The key is how to delay for a month in this Nascent Soul Seed Battle."

Chen Ping frowned tightly.

The people who can participate in the third round are truly the best of the best among the Foundation Establishment cultivators in the Eastern Region, none of them are weak. It is really difficult to delay for a month.

The future is bumpy, covered with thorns.

Each level is difficult!

Each level is passed!

"This move, either succeed, or die!" Chen Ping's expression was firm, his eyes like bedrock.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Chen Ping walked out of the elegant room of the White Jade Flying Boat and came to the deck. He found that the entire arena had a full ninety-five White Jade Flying Boats and White Jade Treasure Ships.

The others, like him, did not choose to retreat in the secret room to heal their injuries. In this critical moment, it is better to use their own things.

After all, there are as many spectators in the sky as there are stars, and no one dares to openly commit murder under the public gaze.

Chen Ping: "... It seems that the others also know about the secret passage in the secret room."

Why are there only ninety-five ships? Presumably, five people have been poisoned.

In this way, it can also cover up Chen Ping's secret of refining pills.

Who would have thought that at the critical juncture of the third round of the Nascent Soul Seed Battle, there would be a Foundation Establishment cultivator secretly refining third-order pills, preparing for the advancement to the Golden Core stage?

"Clang!!!"

The ancient bronze bell rang, reminding everyone.

The third round is about to begin.

That Charming Desire Tower's Nascent Soul cultivator's charming voice sounded:

"The third round begins, next, jade plaques will be randomly drawn."

"Because five disciples are too seriously injured and have passed away in the secret room, one person will receive a bye in the front and can advance without fighting."

Passed away in the secret room? It's a plausible excuse.

After struggling so hard to get to the third round, they were poisoned and died here.

Chen Ping felt a chill in his heart.

The lives of Foundation Establishment cultivators and Qi Refining cultivators are probably as worthless as weeds in the eyes of the big shots.

As for the lucky one who can get a bye and advance without fighting, Chen Ping did not harbor any illusions. This third round must have insider deals, it won't be his turn.

The Nascent Soul cultivator's voice fell.

Ninety-five jade plaques, including Chen Ping's, flew into the air.

"Pa Pa Pa!"

A crackling sound like stir-frying beans rang out.

Ninety-five jade plaques, ninety-four jade plaques collided together to form a pair, leaving only one jade plaque with a bye.

"First battle, Qi Feiyang of the Demon Subduing Sect against Yan Chunlong of the Heaven Born Sect."

"Second battle..."

Forty-seven matches were quickly arranged.

Chen Ping is in the twenty-seventh battle.

He will fight Hua Miaoli of the Charming Desire Tower.

He met this woman in the Changtian Secret Realm, and her charm illusion technique is quite powerful.

Speaking of which, he has a gray-white small bead. As long as he puts a wisp of his divine soul in the gray-white small bead in advance, he will not be afraid of illusions.

A gleam flickered in Chen Ping's eyes, as if he had thought of something.

"Rumble!!!"

The previous hundred arenas suddenly shook, moved back from the edge of the arena, and formed a huge arena, enough for people to display their skills as they wished.

"Begin." The Nascent Soul cultivator's voice sounded.

Qi Feiyang and Yan Chunlong stepped onto the stage.

The next moment.

"Rain of Flowers!" Qi Feiyang shouted in a low voice, a third-order sword treasure in his hand flew into the air, and then burst out with thousands of fine steel sword qi, like a pear blossom rainstorm, shooting down from the sky and pouncing towards Yan Chunlong.

Seeing this, Yan Chunlong just smiled contemptuously and formed hand seals with both hands.

"Whoosh!"

The strong wind howled, carrying a thick white smoke.

The speed was even faster than Qi Feiyang's sword qi.

In just an instant, Yan Chunlong's white smoke enveloped the entire huge arena, making it impossible to see the situation inside.

After two or three breaths.

The white smoke dissipated, Yan Chunlong stood in place, seemingly without moving at all, while Qi Feiyang had already fallen to the ground, without any wounds on his body, his life or death unknown.

"Wow!"

There was an uproar in the audience, and the people watching the battle in the sky were even more horrified, exclaiming non-stop.

What exactly happened in these two or three breaths?

Chen Ping's pupils shrank when he saw this: "... The battle ended in just four or five breaths."

"Yan Chunlong wins."

The next moment, Qi Feiyang's jade plaque dissipated, and Qi Feiyang was also shrouded in light and teleported out of the arena.

The fighting speed of top experts is too fast.

Moreover, no one knows what moves or methods Yan Chunlong used to defeat Qi Feiyang.

Obviously, he is keeping his trump cards, not wanting his own information to be leaked and thus be targeted.

"Is this the combat power of top spiritual roots."

Yan Chunlong flew away from the arena, flying into Lu Shuiyi's arms like a swallow returning to its nest. Their delicate bodies collided, like tofu rubbing against each other, making people's eyelids twitch.

"Next battle."