Chapter 59 Spiritual Medicine Purification

This being his first attempt at refining medicinal herbs, Qin Lang had no idea how long it would take him. Either way, since any excess would be refunded and shortages made up, he decided to pay for two days upfront.

The surrounding disciples' eyes lit up. This newcomer seemed quite wealthy, casually parting with over a thousand sect contribution points right off the bat!

"The Grade-A Alchemy Chamber is on the second floor of the main hall. Here is the key!"

After deducting 1,200 points from Qin Lang's disciple token, the task-dispensing disciple wore a gloomy expression as he handed the token and a key back to Qin Lang.

He had originally taken Qin Lang for a pauper, never expecting him to produce 1,200 points without a blink. Qin Lang was practically slapping him in the face!

"Hmph! No matter how many contribution points you have, you'll never become a quasi-alchemist!"

Watching Qin Lang walk toward the Grade-A Alchemy Chamber, the task-dispensing disciple sneered. The Wind and Cloud Sect had countless disciples, yet only a hundred or so had managed to become quasi-alchemists; the difficulty was immense.

"Qin Lang, know your limits. Don't push yourself too hard!"

Ruan Hongran had just finished exchanging her resources for cultivation when she saw Qin Lang heading toward the entrance of the alchemy chambers, and she couldn't help calling out a reminder.

Qin Lang nodded, smiled faintly at Ruan Hongran, opened the door to the Grade-A Alchemy Chamber, and stepped inside.

"So that's Qin Lang! The monstrous new disciple!"

Upon realizing his identity, the surrounding disciples who had gathered to watch him make a fool of himself grew even more excited!

Before long, the news that Qin Lang had entered the alchemy chamber to try his hand at becoming a quasi-alchemist spread like wildfire.

More and more disciples rushed over, forming a dense crowd, all with their eyes locked on the Grade-A Alchemy Chamber!

Compared to ordinary failures, people always seemed much more eager to witness a genius fall flat on their face in front of them!

Inside the Grade-A Alchemy Chamber.

Unaware of the large crowd of disciples waiting outside to mock him, Qin Lang was carefully inspecting everything inside the room.

In the very center stood a pitch-black alchemy furnace, beneath which rested a fire stone.

Against the far wall was a row of herb racks filled with colorful medicinal herbs of various shapes and sizes. At the extreme right end of the rack was a slot whose dimensions matched a disciple token perfectly.

After picking up and reading through an introductory guide to the alchemy chamber, Qin Lang nodded. That slot was indeed where the disciple token was meant to be inserted. The entire herb rack was actually a simple formation; as soon as a medicinal herb was removed from the rack, the corresponding contribution points would be automatically deducted from the inserted disciple token.

Qin Lang could understand this. After all, the sect was not a charity; it couldn't possibly provide medicinal herbs for tens of thousands of disciples to practice with for free.

Inserting his disciple token into the slot on the herb rack, Qin Lang picked up a stalk of "Green Leaf Grass," the cheapest herb available. With a flash of white light, the 4,200 points on his disciple token became 4,199.

Not only was Green Leaf Grass the least expensive herb, but it was also the easiest to refine, making it the perfect choice for Qin Lang to practice with.

After carefully cleaning the alchemy furnace, Qin Lang ignited the fire stone. A tongue of flame surged upward, and the temperature inside the entire alchemy chamber began to rise accordingly.

Dropping the Green Leaf Grass into the furnace, Qin Lang watched as the heat caused the stalk to gradually transform into a swirling pool of green medicinal liquid. He concentrated all his focus on the internal temperature of the furnace and every subtle change in the herb.

Relying on his formidable soul power, Qin Lang could clearly sense specks of grayish-brown matter appearing within the liquid—these were the impurities inherent in the Green Leaf Grass.

While controlling the temperature of the furnace, Qin Lang cautiously worked to purge the grayish-brown impurities from the liquid bit by bit.

As more and more of the impurities were removed, the Green Leaf Grass liquid grew increasingly pure, eventually taking on a brilliant azure hue.

"Hiss!"

Guided by Qin Lang's intent, the azure medicinal liquid surged out of the alchemy furnace and flowed directly into a porcelain vial he had prepared in advance.

"Hah!"

Letting out a long breath, Qin Lang wiped the sweat from his brow and looked at the liquid inside the vial, a faint smile touching his lips.

"I didn't expect to succeed on the very first try. It seems medicinal herb refining isn't as difficult as the legends make it out to be..."

Had the scene before him and Qin Lang's murmured words been witnessed by the disciples waiting outside the Grade-A Alchemy Chamber, they probably would have vomited blood from sheer frustration!

To think he succeeded in refining it on the very first try!

Is there any justice in this world?

Do you have any idea how difficult refining is?

Some of them had tried tens of thousands of times without success!

Comparing oneself to others could genuinely drive a person to despair!

"The purity of this first batch of Green Leaf Grass liquid should be well over fifty percent. I wonder how many contribution points I'll get for it?"

Filled with a trace of anticipation, Qin Lang placed the porcelain vial into the teleportation array on the herb rack. A flash of white light swept the vial away with an unknown force, and a line of text appeared on the display screen at the top of the rack:

"Green Leaf Grass, refined purity fifty-five percent, rewarded with five sect contribution points!"

With another flash of white light, the number on Qin Lang's disciple token changed to 4,204!

Qin Lang's eyes lit up!

It had taken him only a few minutes to refine the Green Leaf Grass, yet he had already reaped a fivefold return! At this rate, he could earn at least a thousand sect contribution points a day!

Moreover, as his refining technique grew more proficient, his speed would undoubtedly increase, and his purity would improve, allowing him to earn even more points by then!

"The speed at which medicinal herb refining earns sect contribution points is truly extraordinary!"

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Qin Lang picked up another stalk of Green Leaf Grass and tossed it into the furnace. Time was money; he could not afford to waste a single moment!

Completely losing track of time, Qin Lang poured his heart and soul into refining medicinal herbs. Before he knew it, an entire day had passed.

Stalk after stalk of medicinal herbs was refined. Qin Lang's movements grew increasingly fluid and practiced, and his refined purity rose from fifty percent to sixty, then seventy, and finally reached eighty percent!

Placing a newly refined vial of Puling Flower medicinal extract into the teleportation array, Qin Lang cast a casual glance at his disciple token. When he saw the point total displayed upon it, his eyes flew wide open in sheer disbelief!

"Eleven thousand two hundred and forty-five points! Good grief, I've actually earned seven thousand points in a single day!"

Even Qin Lang was startled by the figures staring back at him from his disciple token!

Yet he knew there was no mistake in the tally. As the purity of his refined herbs increased, the rewards doubled in turn. That very bottle of Puling Flower extract had netted him forty points—over a dozen times its original cost!

"Ha ha, it looks like I won't have to worry about lacking contribution points to exchange for cultivation resources in the future!"

Satisfied, Qin Lang pulled out his disciple token, extinguished the fire stone beneath the alchemy furnace, opened the door of the Grade-A Alchemy Chamber, and stepped outside.

Most of the disciples who had gathered the previous day to wait for him to make a fool of himself had long since dispersed. In their view, since Qin Lang hadn't emerged for an entire day, he had undoubtedly failed his refining attempt and was simply hiding out of shame. They all had their own affairs to attend to and had no time to waste lingering around for Qin Lang.

Even so, a small handful of die-hard spectators still remained, waiting to gloat over his failure.

"Creak!"

As the door of the Grade-A Alchemy Chamber swung open, those lingering disciples all fixed their eyes on the doorway with a sudden gleam of anticipation!