Chapter 6: Failure Can Also Increase Proficiency

Puff!

Looking at the black lump in the pot and smelling the burnt smell, Luo Chen's eyes were red and his face was ashen.

Failed!

The sixth pot, failed again!

This was the sixth day of refining the Myriad Wonders Pill, and he proceeded in an orderly manner at the speed of one pot per day.

The final result made him very hurt.

Not a single success!

The best time was just boiling a pot of pale red paste.

He was very sure that according to the pill formula, the final finished product should be deep red, the kind of red that was redder than his patriotic heart!

With a somewhat lonely expression, he picked up the pot and poured the black lump on the other side of the small stream.

Then, by the small stream, he washed the pot with a loofah sponge.

In his mind, he kept replaying the refining process.

"The proportion of ingredients is definitely no problem, I used a scale to be precise to the extreme."

"The order of adding raw materials is also not wrong, every time I added them at the timing when the symptoms appeared."

"Is it a heat problem? Or is the firewood not good? But the pill formula says it, as long as it's peach wood, for a mere Tier 1 pill, it's impossible to have special requirements."

"Or is it that my technique is wrong?"

The successive failures made Luo Chen start to doubt himself.

He even wondered if he had no talent for pill refining, and the success of Grain-Bigu Powder was just because the original owner had talent and he just entered the door.

He was just stealing a game account that someone else had practiced well, and walking fast on a road that had already been stepped on.

Splash!

Water splashed on his face.

A large carp swam past, and when it passed by here, it jumped up and splashed water all over his face.

Recently, there were more and more fish in the stream, estimated to have been rolled over by the rising water from the Lancang River!

Looking at the fish that was about to swim away, Luo Chen was furious.

Bala-la energy!

"Fireball Spell!"

A lump of black charcoal floated up from the water surface and then drifted away along the stream.

Looking down at the clean iron pot in his hand.

"Could it be that it's a problem with the equipment?"

Luo Chen couldn't help but reveal the classic bitter smile of a web novel male lead. How could he not know the plight of his pill refining?

There was no famous teacher to guide him, no family support, and even the equipment for pill refining.

Others used top-notch magic tool pill furnaces, burned heavenly spirit and earthly fire, and he was here using an iron pot to boil medicine.

But a good magic tool pill furnace was ten times more expensive than a flying sword of the same tier!

Even the defensive magic tools that rogue cultivators liked most were not as precious as magic tool pill furnaces.

Being able to gather materials for ten sets of Myriad Wonders Pill had already made him bankrupt, and buying a pill furnace or medicine tripod was even more out of the question.

And even the most garbage pill furnace couldn't be burned with ordinary firewood.

At least it had to be Tier 1 spirit wood, and it had to be matched with the alchemist constantly adjusting the heat with spiritual power!

He couldn't afford Tier 1 spirit wood, and he didn't have the cultivation base to constantly adjust the heat with spiritual power!

Sometimes he also imagined alchemists in legends, where ten or so pills would roll out of the furnace, instead of using his hands to knead them into balls while the ointment was hot.

Who didn't know that thing was hot!

Some ointments even had negative effects on the flesh!

It wasn't that there were no conditions!

After a burst of self-pity, Luo Chen put the pot back on the stove, untied his apron, and sat at the front door.

Facing the sunset, he slapped himself twice.

"What are you thinking about those things!"

"I've bet all my family wealth on it, this time even if I hit the south wall, I have to break the wall before talking!"

"I won't refine it tomorrow, I'll adjust my state of mind first."

Everyone understood the principle of haste makes waste.

But when things came to a head, one often had to hit their head into a bag before realizing they were anxious, anxious.

There was nothing to do at night, and Luo Chen had a fire in his heart.

He had to vent it!

So...

Fireball Spell!

Fireball Spell!

Fireball Spell!

The small stream suffered, and the fish in the river were miserable.

Nine consecutive Fireball Spells cast with full strength exhausted the spiritual power in his body completely.

Accompanied by nine points of proficiency, Luo Chen returned to the room tired, sat cross-legged, and operated the Everlasting Spring Art.

One large cycle, spiritual power recovered by one-fifth.

Another large cycle, spiritual power recovered by another one-fifth.

Well, that's it.

The physique of low-level cultivators was not good, and their spirit and soul had not undergone qualitative change. Practicing two or three times a night was about the limit.

In the second half of the night, Luo Chen fell asleep soundly.

When he woke up the next day, the spiritual power in his body had only recovered less than half.

The small amount of spiritual power was actually the reason why he wanted to use spell proficiency to break through the barrier and obtain achievement points.

Grinding the Fireball Spell for a day required five days to recover!

Even the low-energy Cleaning Spell required enough time.

Luo Chen didn't live in a particularly safe place and had to reserve part of his magic power to save his life at all times.

In fact, when he woke up in the morning, he was a bit scared.

He was really crazy last night, actually using up all his spiritual power. If he encountered a beast wandering to this side, he wouldn't even have the ability to resist.

"I can't do this again in the future, remember, remember!"

Muttering a sentence, he sat cross-legged and operated the Everlasting Spring Art once.

Spiritual power recovered by another one-fifth.

Then he opened the attribute panel.

【Name: Luo Chen】

【Lifespan: 27/75】

【Spirit Root: Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth】

【Realm: Qi Refining Tier 3: 76/100】

【Cultivation Method: Everlasting Spring Art Proficient: 249/300】

【Spells: Cleaning Spell Entry 51/100, Entanglement Spell Skilled 176/200, Fireball Spell Perfect 315/500】

【Skills: Tier 1 Alchemist: Grain-Bigu Powder Grandmaster 510/1000, Myriad Wonders Pill Entry 3/100】

【Achievement Points: 1 point (Can be used for corresponding realm cultivation methods, spells, and skill entry)】

Looking at the attribute panel, Luo Chen was a bit dazed.

Lifespan was no surprise, it should be his lifespan before transmigration. The original owner of this body had long been dead, so the lifespan should be zero.

The reason he wanted to earn spirit stones so much was actually for cultivation, for longevity.

Thinking that if he didn't transmigrate, he could only live to 75 years old in the world, he felt a bit sad.

He couldn't even reach the level of an eighty-year-old happy funeral, and it wouldn't work for his descendants to dance at the funeral, although he was just a single dog before transmigration.

So in this life, he must step by step, cultivate to the highest, and live the longest!

Then the cold reality slapped him in the face; half a month had passed, and he hadn't stopped practicing the Everlasting Spring Art twice a day.

But the realm remained unmoved.

The balanced constitution of five spirit roots couldn't be that trash, right!

How did the original owner cultivate to Qi Refining Tier 3? It couldn't be that the owner of the remains left him several large bottles of Nourishing Qi Pills!

After the cold reality, it was the emotion brought by the welfare of the transmigrator.

The proficiency of the Everlasting Spring Art rose by 26 points, although it didn't feel like much.

In the spell column, the Cleaning Spell rose by two points; one was used to clean the magic robe, and one was used to clean the iron pot, thoroughly washing away the miscellaneous smells left by refining Grain-Bigu Powder.

The Entanglement Spell basically didn't change, and he didn't want to use the Blue Silver Entanglement to kill Foundation Establishment stage cultivators across levels.

It was the Fireball Spell that surprised him, rising by 36 points of proficiency in the two daily maximum releases plus last night's squandering.

Now it had broken through the proficient level in one breath and reached the perfect level.

It also provided an achievement point for breaking the level.

Hehe, perfect level Fireball Spell, I wonder what it feels like?

But now the spiritual power in his body hadn't fully recovered, so he should suppress his excited heart and excited hands!

Thinking this way, Luo Chen closed the attribute panel.

But before closing, his gaze subconsciously skipped over the achievement points, he blinked, and opened the panel again.

"Wait!"

"【Skills: Tier 1 Alchemist: Grain-Bigu Powder Grandmaster 510/1000, Myriad Wonders Pill Entry 3/100】"

He remembered very clearly that when he used achievement points to enter the Myriad Wonders Pill, the proficiency should only be 1 point, but now it was 3 points.

But he had never successfully refined a Myriad Wonders Pill once!

"Failure can also increase proficiency?" ===== CHAPTER 7 =====