Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Because an apprentice who had just started learning alchemy would definitely fail when refining pill.    

Qi Yi asking him, who was destined to fail, to refine pill was obviously asking him to waste two sets of Source Plant to let him practice and accumulate experience.    

Ordinary apprentices. How could there be such a good thing?    

Most of the apprentice alchemists could only concoct some timeless medicinal liquid half a year ago.    

The sect could also use an endless supply of Source Plant to nurture these Alchemist that were bound to fail.    

Hence, most of the Alchemist could only buy the Source Plant and refine pills by themselves.    

As for the price of the Source Plant, it made people shrink back in fear.    

Wanting to refine the first batch of pill, it was unknown how long it would take to accumulate an ordinary Alchemist.    

Looking at the flame in the furnace, Qin Ming's eyes lit up.    

Finally, all the Source Plant had been refined, and it was time to start condensing the pill.    

He closed his eyes and paused for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, Qin Ming's mental energy was highly concentrated, and he threw away all the mistakes he made when refining the Source Plant.    

Qin Ming's mental fortitude was still very good. Even though the process of refining the Source Plant was a complete mess during the early stages, and he was not satisfied with it at all, at the very last moment, Qin Ming was completely focused on refining the Source Plant.    

"Condense for me."    

Eyes wide, the flame in the pill furnace suddenly jumped, and the temperature rose.    

Qin Ming's mind was completely focused, and he allowed the liquid in the furnace to approach it bit by bit.    

The refined liquid was not something that could be simply fused together. It had a sequence, and each drop of liquid had a specific time when it was fused.    

Finally, the nervous pill refinement was nearing its end. A few pill had already taken shape.    

"It's done!"    

Spitting out a breath of turbid air, Qin Ming looked at the pill furnace with a burning gaze.    

From what he could sense, he should have succeeded in concocting the pill. He just did not know how many pill he had successfully concocted, and what grade it was.    

"I hope I can double the profit."    

Rubbing his hands together, Qin Ming thought to himself happily.    

This was his first time concocting a pill. If he could concoct three Grade Two Scholar Source Pill, he would be able to recover his money.    

The Scholar Source Pill was the most basic cultivation pill for Origin Scholar warriors. One First Grade Scholar Source Pill was an Origin Stone.    

Second grade Scholar Source Pill, two Origin Stones, one Origin Stone, and so on.    

In fact, a Scholar Source Pill of the same grade had about the same amount of Origin Qi.    

However, the higher the grade of a Scholar Source Pill, the less impurities it contained, and the easier it was for the Martial Cultivator to absorb them.    

At the same time, the damage it dealt to the Martial Cultivator's body was also smaller.    

The medicine had 30% poison. If one ate too many low grade pill, the Martial Cultivator would be more likely to absorb the impurities. The poison would accumulate in one's body, causing the Martial Cultivator's body to weaken day by day.    

If one wanted to refine a Martial Cultivator, one must not consume a low-grade pill. At the very least, one needed a pill above the seventh grade.    

This formed an obstacle in the way of refining a Martial Cultivator.    

Ordinary Martial Cultivator didn't have the capital to refine their body. Those that could refine their body were Martial Cultivator that were extremely resource-consuming.    

"I believe that once I'm completely familiar with using Nether Fire to refine pills, I'll definitely be able to refine Perfect Pills."    

"At that time, I will be able to dual cultivate both body and martial arts."    

Qin Ming's eyes were burning. As long as he could use Nether Fire to concoct pills, he was confident that he would be able to concoct the pill to perfection.    

How much was a Perfect Pills worth?    

There was simply no way to sell it on the market. It had no price.    

As soon as it appeared, it would be snatched away by the forces with backers.    

If he could use the Perfect Pills to cultivate, then he wouldn't be inferior to the top powers in this world in terms of resources.    

He believed that he would be able to lay an incomparably solid foundation for his martial path.    

The most important thing was that the speed at which he used the Perfect Pills to cultivate was extremely fast. It wasn't something that other grades of pill could compare with.