Under One Person: I am alone, reviving the Tang Sect

Chapter 570: Hundred Solutions Completed!
Level eight is a pseudo-realm. In fact, Feng Qin felt that he was able to refine a hundred solutions, but he just lacked some understanding.

It’s not that he is really a very strong alchemist. In fact, he can’t really be called an alchemist.

Feng Qin has been doing some research on the forum these days and found out that the lowest level of requirement for becoming an alchemist is to learn a fire-controlling technique.

For a moment, Feng Qin thought of a friend named Xiao.

The alchemy circle will not recognize someone who can't even control fire.

Qiu Shisheng cannot be called an alchemist, but he has studied Tang Gao for so many years that he is an alchemist who specializes in Tang Gao.

Compared to Tang Gao's prescriptions, he is a greatly underestimated alchemist.

As soon as I arrived at the alchemy room, before I took a step inside, I suddenly heard the sound of people standing up one after another. Several people jumped in front of me like tadpoles finding their mother.

"Little teacher! You are finally here!"

"Oh my little teacher, you must have had a hard time on this journey. Come and live in the alchemy room for a year."

"What are you talking about? Come in, come in, have a drink of water first. Do you have any ideas about living here from now on?"

Feng Qin: "I can sit down and drink water, but can you please put down the ropes in your hands first? What the hell are you holding the candles?"

After the commotion, everyone sent Feng Qin to Qiu Shisheng.

"You spent half a day studying yesterday, studying the Hundred Solutions?"

Feng Qin nodded.

"You see me refining pills, and I mainly focus on the Hundred Solutions?"

Feng Qin understood after hearing this. While cleaning, he must have noticed that Baijie's medicinal ingredients were gradually finding the right way.

"I came here to study those prescriptions. Of course, I didn't say that I'm very strong, nor did I say..."

"Alright, alright, stop stacking armor and get to the point."

Feng Qin chuckled and said, "My talent is to keep improving through trial and error. If you don't mind, uncle, how about we become partners?"

I had planned to spend three or four days to prove my talent to Qiu Shisheng, but I didn't expect that the other party could see the difference with just a few pieces of medicinal residue, which was even stronger than expected.

"Disdain? It's hard to say who disdains who. Judging from your talent, sooner or later, you will be able to bring those eight prescriptions back to the world. Without you, I will never see it in this lifetime."

"You are exaggerating, Master. I am not as good as you think, and Master is not as bad as you think. My greatest role is to help you figure out some things."

This time, Feng Qin sat in front of his alchemy furnace, side by side with him. When they met for the second time, Qiu Shisheng no longer acted like an elder, nor did he show any contempt.

No matter how powerful his attainments in Dan Shi or weapon refining were, they were not as great as the impact the six prescriptions gave him last night.

"Uncle Lai, these are the herbs I picked out after refining them last night."

Feng Qin presented the medicinal materials, but did not rush to put them into the cauldron. Instead, he gave them to Qiu Shisheng for review.

Trial and error over and over again can indeed create a hundred solutions. After all, Feng Qin is moving in the right direction with every step. However, it takes too long. Instead of doing it himself, it is better to use the talents that already exist.

Qiu Shisheng carefully evaluated the medicinal herbs he had brought over, nodded repeatedly at the newly added herbs, but shook his head at some of the herbs.

"These old herbs will react with the new ones you added. No matter the order in which they are refined, they cannot be integrated."

As he pointed and spoke, Feng Qin picked it out and put it directly into the alchemy furnace, refining it again in front of everyone.

The seventh batch of pitch-black medicinal residue came out of the furnace. Compared with the sixth batch, it was not an improvement but a regression. Not to mention the prototype, the medicinal residue could be blown away by the breath as soon as it was taken out of the alchemy furnace.

Qiu Shisheng was devastated. Before he intervened, Feng Qin was clearly making progress, but after he intervened, he regressed. Doesn't this mean that his old ways were wrong?

Everyone had different expressions and no one dared to comment, fearing that Qiu Shisheng would be upset.

"This... Feng Qin, why don't you make it yourself?"

It’s not that serious, but the blow is real.

"Ah? Why."

After taking out the medicine residue, Feng Qin picked up the plate and went to the medicine cabinet. He did not observe everyone's expressions, but only saw the rapid increase in experience points. With Qiu Shisheng's explanation, Feng Qin avoided a lot of pitfalls and improved his thinking when taking medicine.

Bringing the eighth batch of medicinal materials in front of him, Feng Qin, just like before, gave it to Qiu Shisheng for guidance.

"This...you still believe me?"

"What? You are the most respected person here. If you don't believe me, do you believe my master?"

"Fortunately Director Zhang is not here..."

Someone was keeping watch for Feng Qin and confirmed that Zhang Wang was not there. He then whispered in agreement, "I also think Zhang Wang is not as good at refining pills as Uncle Qiu."

Feng Qin: "Today's dinner is yours, otherwise I will report the master for saying bad things about him."

"Hey, you..."

Qiu Shisheng began to pick carefully, and the young teacher had to hold back the words that were about to come out of his mouth so as not to disturb him.

After picking the herbs again, Feng Qin still did not discuss or argue with him, and directly put them into the alchemy cauldron one by one.

The eighth portion came out. Everyone held their breath and stared at the medicinal residue that was emerging from the alchemy furnace bit by bit.

It was pitch black and smelled like a burnt pill, but - it looked like a pill.

"It's... a medicinal herb, right?"

"It must have worked. It really is the shape of a pill. Is it because I didn't control the temperature well? If I did, would the pill have worked?"

Everyone was more excited than Qiu Shisheng, rubbing their hands and talking about it.

Feng Qin picked a new batch of herbs based on the mistake he made just now. Seeing this, everyone knows that the herbs have not been fully sorted out yet.

This time, Qiu Shisheng didn't find any fault. The medicinal materials inside were all of reasonable quality. As for the weight issue, he never worried about it.

Feng Qin handed over the herbs and said, "I can't control the fire well this time when you come."

"I come?"

Qiu Shisheng was obviously the elder and looked as old as Zhang Wang. At this moment, he was a little at a loss, fearing that the product he refined would not be as good as Feng Qin's.

After taking several deep breaths, he took the herbs and put them in order as he usually did when refining the elixir. He heated them over low heat, squeezed the juice over high heat, and used the Qi flame to knead the medicinal juice and foam together.

He was unprecedentedly cautious in this step. He watched the medicinal residue fall down and the pills gather in the air, then slowly moved the cauldron out.

A brown pill appeared in front of him.

It was like a small ball kneaded out of mud. There were no carvings on it, and it did not cause any strange phenomena in the sky or earth. There was only a faint medicinal fragrance spreading around.

"Is this... really true?"

Feng Qin looked at it and shook his head, "There are no engravings and no dragon roars. It didn't work, right?"

"You think you are cultivating immortality, but you can make a dragon roar while refining an elixir. It's almost like our monkey cry."

While everyone was still chatting with each other, Qiu Shisheng had already swallowed the pill in one gulp and then patted his chest.

"Don't say anything, just bring the poison!"

The Qi poison hit him, but it was okay, Qiu Shisheng laughed heartily.

After taking two or three pills of poison, he was temporarily fine and his face turned rosy.

Then, he went to the infirmary for treatment. Before he passed out, he clutched Feng Qin's sleeve and said:

"I know... what's missing. Once I come back to life, I'll have the answer!"

"Okay, okay, just come back to life first..."

(End of this chapter)