The Immortal Wife Is Like A Cloud

As soon as Shuangjiang said this, the atmosphere in the box changed again.

Feng Qingya showed a hint of surprise on her face.

Although this kind of transaction is not uncommon, it was the first time she encountered it, and her eyes gradually became curious.

Su Jingzhe also looked at Shuangjiang.

The opportunity to register as a future senior alchemist?

What the hell is this?

And among the two of them, it seems that he is the only alchemist.

He still wants to keep his identity as an alchemist and doesn't want to be exposed, let alone in a place like Jubao Pavilion.

Silently refining pills and making money, this is his wish in his heart.

He deeply remembered an old saying before crossing: People are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being fat.

The world of cultivating immortals is too dangerous. It is dangerous to suddenly become famous here, but without the strength to match the fame?

"This this"

At this time, Su Jingzhe wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to start.

As if knowing Su Jingzhe's worries, Shuangjiang said directly: "I will not harm you.

If you don't take advantage of your own conditions, I will help you."

Su Jingzhe was stunned. He and Shuangjiang now have a slightly good relationship with each other. Shuangjiang is indeed impossible to harm him.

This quenching fluid is bought for him. To put it bluntly, all this is for himself.

He was relieved for the time being.

"Can you tell me more about this matter, sir?"

Feng Qingya's mouth showed the same smile as before again.

With just a few words from Shuangjiang, she had guessed what was going on.

She was very interested in this. She believed that a cultivator of Shuangjiang's level would not be too ordinary in the alchemy he talked about.

In this way, it seemed that this was also introducing her to human resources.

Shuangjiang did not intend to talk to her.

He said again: "Maybe I can borrow your Jubao Pavilion alchemy furnace and help us prepare some medicinal materials for the Qi-recovering pill."

Hearing Shuangjiang's words, Su Jingzhe became a little nervous again.

Is he going to let him fight in actual combat?

However, he had no problem with refining the Qi-restoring pill.

Feng Qingya's eyes flashed with surprise again.

She smiled and nodded: "Wait a minute."

After she finished speaking, she went out directly.

She was going to take it in person.

"Miss Shuangjiang, what's going on?

Is this going to expose my identity as an alchemist?"

After Feng Qingya left, Su Jingzhe asked directly.

He didn't quite understand this matter after all.

Hearing this, the veil

"What is there to hide about your identity as an alchemist?

Moreover, this is not considered an exposure, it just leaves a mark in the Jubao Pavilion.

At least for now, it will be of great help to you."

After a pause, she said: "Although cultivating immortals is a personal matter, sometimes you need to learn to use your own advantages.

Especially now that you are going to take the path of body refining, the resources you need will be ten times or a hundred times more than refining qi, so you need this even more."

"But... I still find it a little difficult to understand..."

After traveling for two and a half years, Su Jingzhe has been a member of the lowest level.

He has only heard general news about the Jubao Pavilion.

There was no chance to get in touch with deeper things.

Shuangjiang was a little helpless, but she didn't plan to explain too much to Su Jingzhe here.

She just said: "Feng Qingya will tell you what to do later, and she should also explain it to you."

Hearing this, Su Jingzhe didn't ask any more questions.

Not long after, Feng Qingya returned to the box.

"Sorry for the long wait."

After an apologetic smile, Feng Qingya walked straight to the innermost part of the box.

Su Jingzhe saw her gently stroke the royal blue ring on the index finger of her right hand.

It was a storage ring.

In the world of immortal cultivation, there are generally three types of storage instruments.

The first is the storage bag that almost every cultivator can have.

The highest quality storage bag has a small space, generally less than one cubic meter. Su Jingzhe's is so small that even his alchemy furnace can't be stored in it.

The second is the storage bracelet. The storage instrument of the bracelet type generally has a space of three to ten cubic meters, which can hold a lot of things.

And the highest level is the storage ring.

The ring looks the smallest, but there is a saying that a mustard seed can contain Mount Sumeru.

The lowest-level storage ring has a space above the ten directions. It is said that there are high-level storage rings in the world of immortal cultivation with almost endless space, and can even evolve into secret realms.

Seeing Feng Qingya's storage ring at this time once again proves that this woman is extraordinary.

I saw a flash of light in the royal blue ring.

There was a black alchemy furnace on the carpet in front of me.

There were also many patterns engraved on the alchemy furnace. Just the appearance was much more exquisite than the one in Su Jingzhe's house.

Then Feng Qingya took out ten medicinal materials for the Qi-recovering Pill and placed them on the table.

She looked at Shuangjiang curiously again: "Sir, if it is just to refine a first-grade Qi-recovering Pill.

It seems to be a little different from what you said before."

She still had a smile on her face, and in front of Shuangjiang, her doubts seemed euphemistic.

If it was just a first-grade alchemist, she didn't really take it seriously.

"You'll know after you try it."

Shuangjiang still responded calmly.

Of course, she knew that the quality of ordinary first-grade alchemists was very low, but Su Jingzhe had a success rate close to 100%.

She thought that such a person was a freak, and was probably more precious than ordinary third- and fourth-grade alchemists.

Then she said to Su Jingzhe: "Go, do it the same way you do on other days."

Su Jingzhe nodded without saying anything and walked straight to the furnace.

After a little familiarity, he entered the state.

The handsome face under the veil of the bamboo hat was already serious.

Starting the fire, feeling the medicinal materials, throwing...

Su Jingzhe was focused, and his movements were smooth.

At first, Feng Qingya just had a hint of curiosity on her face.

Looking at Su Jingzhe's skillful movements, she couldn't help but nod frequently.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, and experts watch the doorway. Although Feng Qingya is not an alchemist, there are countless alchemists and weapon masters who cooperate with Jubao Pavilion.

Feng Qingya can hold an important position in Jubao Pavilion, so she is naturally knowledgeable.

In her opinion, at least those first-grade alchemists she has seen before, their techniques are not as beautiful and experienced as Su Jingzhe.

Gradually, she has a sense of importance in her heart.

After half an incense stick of time, a scent of medicine filled the box.

"Ah? Is it done now?"

In Feng Qingya's cognition, even for a first-grade elixir, wouldn't it usually take at least an incense stick of time to make it?

"Still failed?"

Feng Qingya was curious, and she sat up straighter as she leaned on the chair.

Then Su Jingzhe slapped the cauldron, and a round Qi-restoring elixir flew out of the cauldron.

"It really worked!"

Feng Qingya swallowed quietly, and was a little shocked.

But this was only the first one, and she didn't know that the real shock was still to come.