Hmph!

  The smell of scorching rose again from the alchemy furnace and filled the entire room.

  Zuo Mo panted heavily, sweat streaming down his face like a creek. He had failed again for the second time! This time he had persisted for three whole incense sticks, but still ended in failure. Opening the dan furnace, looking at the charred medicinal dregs inside, Zuo Mo's mood was terrible. However, he was now so tired that he could only stare blankly like a dead dog.

  He had always thought that alchemy was a technical job, but it turned out to be a labor-intensive job. Even the simple Huiguang pill is so difficult to deal with, let alone those high-level spiritual medicines in the future, wouldn't he exhaust himself to death?

  The second attempt gave him a more direct and profound experience than the first time. His previous inference was correct, he was still too unfamiliar with alchemy, and wasted too much unnecessary spiritual energy in the process of inputting spiritual energy. If his cultivation reached the foundation building stage, this Bu Gu Dan would naturally be no problem, even if some spiritual energy was wasted, it would still be more than enough. However, for the ninth layer of Qi Refining, a slight carelessness would result in insufficient spiritual energy.

  According to Yu Jian's words, the entire refining process takes five hours.

  That is to say, he needs at least five hours, three hours away from now, the gap is huge. Although there is a stone room spiritual vein, the increase of spiritual power is a slow process, it seems that we can only put our direction on controlling spiritual power.

  After a while, Zuo Mo's breathing gradually stabilized and his mind cleared up.

  Thinking carefully, he is actually not weak in controlling his spiritual power. The "Little Cloud Rain Technique" requires a relatively strong spiritual power control ability. Although he broke through the fourth layer somewhat inexplicably, in terms of spiritual power control, it should not be a big problem.

  After careful consideration, Zuo Mo felt that he was still too unfamiliar with alchemy. However, if he really wanted to become familiar with it, how much alchemical material would he need? The ten sets of materials he had now might not be enough for him to become proficient by the end of the month, and his task of producing five Spirit Trampling Pills was probably impossible to complete.

  It is said that when the big brother receives a new younger brother, he often comes with a "dismounting blow" for the first time. Hmm, could this be the cold-faced master's "dismounting blow"?

  He was thinking somewhat absent-mindedly.

  Returning to the Western Wind Courtyard, he didn't even have the mood to eat dinner. After meditating to recover his spiritual energy, he climbed up onto the rooftop by himself and continued to ponder the subtleties of refining elixirs.

  The moonlight is like water, pouring down, the mountain valley is slightly bright, Zuo Mo is beside it, and the gray goose is standing quietly on the ridge of the house. At Zuo Mo's feet, the black gold bug crawls back and forth, after reaching four products, its spirituality greatly increases, and it surrounds Zuo Mo at all times.

  Suddenly, Zuo Mo felt something flying close by and involuntarily lifted his head, looking towards the valley entrance.

  A pink little heron, in the night color, came fluttering.

  Luo Mo suddenly reacted, his scalp exploding instantly. What alchemy, all of it was thrown to the nine heavens and clouds, in his mind there was only one thought, damn it, how did this dead woman come here?

  Still as before, the pink paper crane unfolded elegantly on Zuo Mo's left hand.

  "Grandpa, have you thought of me? Hehe, I've been thinking of you a lot."

  Looking at the pale paper in front of him, Zuo Mo had a strong urge to kick it out of the Wu Kong Mountain!

  Calm down, calm down!

  With great difficulty, Zuo Mo suppressed the demonic urge in his heart and spat out a string of extremely vicious curses: "Dead woman! You won't die well! You're idle with a full stomach! You're mentally ill..."

  After scolding for a whole incense stick, Zuo Mo's throat was dry from scolding and the bad air in his heart had dissipated somewhat. Seeing the pink paper still floating motionlessly in front of him, Zuo Mo who had been filled with righteous indignation suddenly hung his head in dejection. Helpless, he picked up the pink paper, jumped down from the roof, entered the house to find a wolf's hair brush and dipped it in cinnabar.

  "What's up?"

  Throw the pen aside, crumple up the paper into a paper crane and toss it out of the window. Until the paper crane disappears on the horizon, Luo Mo's depression in his heart still cannot be alleviated at all.

  As for the owner of this paper crane, he was really helpless. He had never thought that people would be bored to this extent. This boring crazy woman happened to have much greater strength than him, and if she wasn't satisfied, she would directly use force to suppress him.

  Just you wait until Brother Qiang becomes powerful, then see how he'll deal with you! Zuo Mo gritted his teeth.

  Soon, another pink paper crane flew in fluttering.

  "Don't be like that! I'm really hurt. Grandpa, what have you been busy with lately?"

  Nonsense flows, Zuo Mo directly gives out his evaluation, but still helplessly picks up his pen.

  "Alchemical refining."

  West Wind Valley, paper cranes fly in and out.

  "Wow, alchemy! This is fun! I've never played with it before? I only know how to fold paper cranes!"

  You only know how to fold paper cranes? Zuo Mo's face turned black as soon as he saw these words, and he retorted: "Wrong, you also know how to draw explosive flame symbols."

  "Hehe, actually, I'm not very good at Exploding Flame Symbols. What I'm really good at is the Thirty-Six Linked Explosive Flame Symbol Array."

  Threats and intimidation! This is absolutely threats and intimidation!

  Zuo Mo clenched his fists until they crackled with a "ka ka" sound, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Brother endure!"

  Reality is indeed cruel, intimidated by the opponent's Thirty-six Explosive Flame Seal Array, Zuo Mo could only swallow his anger and write.

  "A gentle lady should be elegant and refined, fighting is not becoming."

  "But I'm a lady! Hehe, I just like fireworks, my goal is 108 consecutive shots!"

  Fireworks...

  The black line on Zuo Mo's forehead, his fragile heart was once again brutally ravaged.

  One evening, Zuo Mo didn't even have time to think about refining the dan, the pink paper crane was like a nightmare that he couldn't shake off, leaving him exhausted.

  It wasn't until dawn that he was finally freed by the other person's sentence: "I'm going to sleep." But by then, Zuo Mo had already been tormented to the point of exhaustion. He felt that responding to letters for a whole night was even more tiring than refining dan for a whole night.

  He scooped up a handful of cold water, washed his face, and came to the spiritual field. Unlike other spells, the Rain Spell had to be performed almost every day. In a daze, he began to chant the "Small Cloud Rain Spell". The sound of pattering raindrops echoed in his ears, his spirit was hazy, the "Small Cloud Rain Spell" was the most familiar spell to him, even with his eyes closed, he could still cast it.

  Spiritual energy surged into his hands, and there was a mysterious connection between the cloud cluster and his hands.

  The sound of rain was even and continuous, he subconsciously adjusted his spiritual power, this mantra was too familiar to him, not every place needed to be infused with spiritual power.

  Wait!

  Dazed and confused, Zuomo suddenly had an epiphany, realizing he had made a very important discovery.

  Not every place needs to be infused with spiritual energy!

  He vaguely felt that he had found the key to the problem. He didn't dare to slack off and hurriedly thought it over from the beginning. The "Xiao Yun Yu Jue" was his most skilled and familiar technique, and he was extremely familiar with almost every link. Thinking carefully, the "Xiao Yun Yu Jue" started with finger techniques, then gathered clouds, and finally fell rain, each process consuming spiritual energy differently. There were a few places, such as the falling rain stage, where almost no spiritual energy was consumed, only guidance was needed.

  The more I think about it, the more excited I become, and all sleepiness disappears.

  If the process of refining Dan is like casting a spell, then it should also have a considerable part that does not require consuming spiritual power. The more he thinks about it, the more Mo feels that it makes sense, and the more he feels that his previous uniform input of spiritual power was a foolish act.

  After figuring out the direction, what's next is to find out when to input spiritual power and when to save it throughout the entire process.

  This question once again plunged him into deep thought. He was very familiar with the "Xiao Yun Yu Jue", so he could find out where to use spiritual power and where to save it. However, as for alchemy, he was still quite unfamiliar with it now. To find a way to save spiritual power, he must first be familiar with the alchemy process. But if he wanted to be familiar with the alchemy process, it meant that he had to consume a large amount of materials.

  But he didn't have crystal stones anymore.

  Zuo Mo's face twitched into a bitter smile as the problem fell into an impasse once again.

  Is it really just about increasing spiritual energy? This is not very realistic. After all, "Fetal Breathing to Refine the Spirit" is only a mental technique used to increase spiritual awareness.

  As he thought of this, he suddenly had a move in his heart, and his divine sense might be able to try. Since the enhancement of his divine sense, his greatest feeling was that everything around him became more sensitive. Like some higher-level seals, before he walked by without any feeling. Now he could perceive the strong killing intent and danger contained within.

  The purpose of the divine consciousness has always been a puzzling problem for him, except for its manifestation in "Geng Jin Jue", until now, he knows nothing about the application of divine consciousness. The cultivation of "Tai Xi Lian Shen" is to cultivate divine consciousness, and the increase in spiritual power is only incidental. Since cultivating "Tai Xi Lian Shen", the degree of increase in divine consciousness has far exceeded the progress of spiritual power.

  Perhaps he should ponder the purpose of his divine consciousness, and suddenly felt that this was a breakthrough.

  One day's time was all spent by Zuo Mo as he once again practiced the five elements of law.

  Today he didn't just cast his spells mechanically, but instead actively used his spiritual sense to feel the entire process of casting.

  This method is extremely effective, beyond surprise and expectation!

  Every step, every subtle change in the flow of spiritual energy, becomes clearer than ever before under the scan of his divine consciousness, and he can even feel how the fine spiritual energy flows like a strand of hair.

  It seems that I have been carrying a treasure mountain without knowing it! Zuo Mo was filled with regret, if he had known how to use his spiritual sense earlier, perhaps he could have broken through these few techniques and reached the third layer earlier.

  A clear and empty mind, like calm waves unstained.

  Under the guidance of his divine consciousness, he carefully made subtle adjustments to various techniques, not letting go of any thread of spiritual power. How to enhance the effect, how to save spiritual power, how to blend and flow...

  He was like a stonemason, making minute adjustments to his work, testing it bit by bit. He didn't know that in the depths of his mind, the stars had become unusually bright, shining with an otherworldly light in the void, while the red sea of flames presented an eerie stillness, unmoving. Only the glacier flowed slowly, unaffected.

  On the tombstone shrouded in dark clouds, the evil spirit raised its head, the corners of its mouth curled up, cold as a knife blade.

  "This is the person you chose? I just figured it out now. Your taste is still as bad as ever."

  He closed his bloodshot eyes again and entered a state of meditation.