Alchemy & Martial Supreme

C1339 Incorrect Formula



C1339 Incorrect Formula

1Thinking of this, Qin Ming felt unprecedentedly excited.    

    

If the entire family, as well as the disciples of the Huayu Sect became Martial Emperor, then the Devil Scorpion Force and Guiqing Sect would all become trash, and they would be destroyed with ease.    

    

"Elder, what kind of pill is this?" Seeing Qin Ming holding the pill in his hand, he remained silent for a long time. A disciple of Martial God Sect asked curiously.    

    

Hearing the voice, Qin Ming woke up and carefully placed the pill into the Dimensional Ring. With a solemn expression, he said, "The matter of refining the pill today is of utmost importance. All of you must keep your mouths shut. No one is allowed to tell anyone, understand?"    

    

"Got it!" The two disciples' faces became serious as they replied in unison.    

    

He waved his hand. Qin Ming said, "I'm a little tired. Go to the alchemy room next door and rest for a while. Both of you clean up this place, go and rest!"    

    

Qin Ming was the only one living in the entire underground palace. The other disciples and Cang Yu needed to call the idle Martial Cultivator that came to exchange for the pill. They also needed to patrol to ensure that the idle Martial Cultivator would not have any conflicts and did not live here.    

    

After saying that, Qin Ming left the alchemy room and went to the alchemy room that was also arranged at the side.    

    

The alchemy room was set up for Cang Yu. However, there was a shortage of manpower at the top right now, and Cang Yu needed help.    

    

After a period of time, he would be able to find enough Martial Cultivator to help him, and then he would be able to have some free time.    

    

Sitting on the tea chair in the alchemy room, Qin Ming poured himself a cup of tea. His mind slowly calmed down, and his spirit also relaxed.    

    

Refining a divine pill was not easy. Even if he did not receive the last pill tribulation, he was already exhausted.    

    

After a long while, Qin Ming finally recovered to his peak.    

    

"Fortunately, my body and soul are dual cultivated. My body and divine soul can recover very quickly!"    

    

"If it was an ordinary Alchemist, I wouldn't be able to recover in ten days or even half a month after consuming all the energy in my body."    

    

Finally calming himself down, Qin Ming got up and went to the side to pick out the Spiritual Plant. He carefully placed it on the table.    

    

Looking at these Spiritual Plant quietly, Qin Ming felt as if he was looking at the emergence of Martial Emperor warriors in his family.    

    

With a faint smile, Qin Ming waved his arm and the Spiritual Plant began to dance in the air.    

    

Under the scorching heat of the invisible Nether Fire, the spiritual plants were quickly refined into liquid beads.    

    

"Condense!"    

    

Qin Ming focused his mind and his gaze was unprecedentedly focused.    

    

He stared at the sky, waiting for the first thunderbolt to strike. He had already covered his ears with both hands to prevent him from losing his hearing.    

    

"Huala..."    

    

An unexpected bolt of lightning appeared. The liquid beads gathered together, forming a white pill that fell to the ground.    

    

"This..." Qin Ming quickly walked forward and picked up the pill on the ground.    

    

After checking it, it was useless.    

    

"How could this be? Could it be that I took the wrong Spiritual Plant?"    

    

With that thought in mind, Qin Ming took out the ancient pill formula from his interspatial Dimensional Ring and carefully arranged another set of Spiritual Plant onto the ground.    

    

He carefully checked it twice before putting it away.    

    

"This time, it definitely won't be wrong!"    

    

Thinking back to the first time he concocted pills, Qin Ming was certain. There was no difference between the Spiritual Plant this time and the previous time.    

    

After adjusting his emotions, he began to concoct pills in an orderly manner.    

    

The result... was the same. The pill he had concocted was a white, useless pill. There was no lightning, and there was no sound. It just quietly turned into a useless pill.    

    

"What's going on?"    

    

"Why would something like this happen?"    

    

"The Spiritual Plant just now definitely doesn't deserve to be wrong!"    

    

There was a possibility of making a mistake once. After checking it over and over again, how could there be a mistake!?    

    


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