Chapter 5

Early the next morning, before dawn, Luo Chen climbed out of bed.

It was foggy outside, and if you listened carefully, you could occasionally hear one or two beast roars from the millions of mountains.

But these had nothing to do with him.

He would be very busy today, or rather, for the next period of time.

First, categorize and process various medicinal materials.

Most of the medicinal materials bought from rogue cultivator stalls were processed quite roughly, and some were not even dried yet.

He put these things on a winnowing basket and waited for the sun to come out to dry them.

Then there was the green jade lotus seed.

It must be peeled, only the kernel of the lotus seed is needed, the skin is definitely not needed.

Under the oil lamp, Luo Chen peeled them one by one until his eyes were a bit dry before stopping.

"I don't know if this will cause myopia?"

"But I'm already cultivating immortality, I shouldn't get myopia!"

After a large pile of lotus seeds was processed, it was already bright.

Soaking the lotus seeds in chicken blood diluted with red sun chicken blood, Luo Chen took the winnowing baskets out to dry.

Living on the edge of the outer city area, although not very safe, also had relative benefits, which was that the usable area was very large.

Usually when refining Grain Bigu Powder, one process actually has a very pungent smell; if refined in a crowded area, it is very likely to be complained about.

Old Man Chen tanned talisman skin at home and had been complained about more than once; later, he stuffed a few good talismans to the manager to fool them.

Luo Chen didn't have this worry.

Jade yam must be diced, and some must be left sliced; this part is reserved for refining Grain Bigu Powder.

Luo Chen is not the kind of person who puts all his eggs in one basket.

It can be foreseen that there will be many failures in the initial refining of Zhongmiao Pill.

Even total failure and losing everything is entirely possible!

After all, it's just entry-level proficiency.

In this case, his original path of wealth must absolutely not be broken.

The worst case is losing everything, in which case he can at least rely on the income of Grain Bigu Powder to maintain his life and then make a comeback.

After processing the jade yam, the time had reached noon.

At this point, it's time to eat!

Feeling the hunger in his stomach, Luo Chen curled his lips.

It is said that cultivators do not eat the five grains of the human world, but in fact, they still have to be hungry!

After washing his hands, Luo Chen entered the kitchen.

Scooping a small bowl of crystal-clear rice from the rice jar, he poured it directly into a small pot without washing it.

This is spirit rice, ten jin for one spirit stone!

He couldn't bear to wash it, fearing that some spiritual energy would be washed away.

Coming to a dark compartment next to the kitchen, he pressed it, and a large hole appeared on the ground, and a small underground storage room of three feet square came into view.

Inside hung half a side of beef!

First-rank monster yellow beef!

This thing is also expensive, about ten jin for one low-grade spirit stone.

The reason why Luo Chen has this hundred jin of meat is not because he is gluttonous, but mainly because yellow beef is one of the main materials for Grain Bigu Powder.

One jin of meat, plus an appropriate amount of ginseng, angelica, and various medicinal materials, can produce five bottles of Grain Bigu Powder, and then sell for one spirit stone!

He tries to buy as much as possible every time, large quantity and cheap, and stores it with ice.

Looking at this half side of yellow beef, Luo Chen swallowed his saliva.

Then, using a kitchen knife, he cut off about two liang of meat and took out some ordinary vegetables from the ice cellar.

Washing the meat and vegetables clean, dicing the vegetables, slicing the meat very, very thin, and finally putting them all into the small pot.

Add firewood!

Start the fire!

Pinching the formula with both hands, muttering in his mouth, about two breaths later, a small fireball appeared in his hand.

Go!

With a puff.

The firewood in the stove burned up all at once.

"This time it went very smoothly; the fireball exploding the stove incident like when I first transmigrated should never happen again!"

Luo Chen smiled slightly, quite self-satisfied.

Looking at the panel, the proficiency of the Fireball Spell at the proficiency level jumped from 268/300 to 269/300!

He currently practiced three spells in total.

Water-type Cleaning Spell, Wood-type Entanglement Spell, Fire-type Fireball Spell.

And among these three spells, the Fireball Spell had the highest proficiency.

There was a reason for this.

At first, he just thought cultivating immortality was mysterious and fun, so he played with fireballs whenever he had nothing to do.

He had experimented with the effect of this spell; it was slow and energy-consuming, but the power was indeed great!

As long as it hit the target, it would melt gold and iron, burning bones to ash.

But the premise was to hit!

Normal cultivators release the Fireball Spell, which takes at least three breaths from pinching the formula to chanting the spell.

Three breaths, the enemy has enough time to kill him a hundred or eighty times.

Luo Chen was about the same at first, and every time he released it, it consumed one-tenth of his total spiritual power.

That was when he understood why low-level cultivators rarely used spells to fight.

Either they use magic tools or talismans; both belong to the category of fast speed, low energy consumption, and the power is no worse than spells.

After knowing this situation, he lost interest in low-level spells like the Fireball Spell.

However, as he refined pills every time, using the Fireball Spell to start the fire, his proficiency came up, and he felt that spells might not be useless.

Like now, the energy consumption remained unchanged, one-tenth, but the speed had been reduced to within two breaths.

This was only at the proficiency level.

What if it reached the perfect level of proficiency?

What if it was the Grandmaster level of proficiency?

So wherever he could use the Fireball Spell, he would almost use it once or twice every time.

Many a little makes a mickle!

In the thoughts of having nothing to do, the rice in the pot was almost ready.

Smelling the aroma of the rice, Luo Chen took a piece of pickled radish out of the pickle jar.

A large bowl of stewed beef rice, full of spiritual energy, red, green, yellow, and white colors were tempting, paired with a few pieces of sweet and sour pickled radish.

Sitting under the eaves, facing the cool breeze and sun by the stream, he ate heartily.

This is the most enjoyable time for Luo Chen every day!

If there was no pressure of survival, no pursuit of longevity, such a meal every day would indeed be considered enjoyment.

Unfortunately, Luo Chen had no choice; he is a man with a system, and even in the dark night, he will eventually shine!

"Damn, why is this thing so smelly!"

The man destined to shine, clutching his chest, kept retching by the small stream.

He didn't expect that the fire dog whip bought from the Hundred Herbs Hall could be so smelly when undergoing special treatment.

Wearing a mask, Luo Chen gathered his courage and began to process the fire dog whip again.

While using his hands to flip the skin and apply special juice, he muttered.

"This thing is not smelly, this thing is not smelly."

"It's spirit stones, it's all spirit stones, it's fragrant spirit stones!"

After processing a fire dog whip, he couldn't wait to rush to the small stream.

"Ugh!"

The processing of raw materials is very laborious and time-consuming, but it cannot be discounted at all!

It is even more critical than the technique of the refining process.

It's a simple truth: no matter how perfect your pill recipe is, how exquisite your technique is, and how top-level your pill refining utensils are, if the material itself has problems.

Then the final result is destined.

Just like building a high-rise building, if the foundation has problems, how can we talk about anything else.

It took seven days, and various raw materials were processed to the most perfect degree possible.

Luo Chen also took time to refine a few pots of Grain Bigu Powder and rolled them into pills and packed them up.

But he didn't intend to sell them this time.

He planned to wait until the Zhongmiao Pill was refined before going to sell them together.

For the next period of time, that iron pot containing some spiritual ore would be washed clean and used to refine the Zhongmiao Pill.

Standing in front of the stove, Luo Chen put on an apron with a solemn expression.

He bowed to the black kitchen ceiling, "Guan Er Ye from my hometown, Taishang Laojun, the local Pill Saint, bless me to succeed in one pot!"

Open the pot!

Start the fire!