Jun Mohuang raised her eyes and glanced at him, her tone was light, but it hit the point directly.
"There are two more strands of heat in the lotus root and five strands less in the heat of the fruit of the underworld. As a result, the two medicinal materials cannot be perfectly blended. Therefore, the Pinxin Pill you have refined in seclusion for the past few days failed to be refined."
"You... how do you know that I have been in retreat these days to refine the heart elixir, and the retreat failed..."
Master Zhong's anger was extinguished immediately by her words.
What kind of elixir he wants to refine in seclusion, even the people around him don't know, how can she know.
The most terrifying thing is that Master Zhong has never been able to figure out why he failed in refining the medicine.
After Jun Mohuang's suggestion, he suddenly realized that this was really the case.
Jun Mohuang glanced at the clothes behind him: "The medicinal gas stained on your clothes tells me everything."
Master Zhong lowered his head and smelled himself, and only smelled a very faint fragrance of alchemy.
If he hadn't just refined the Pinxin Pill himself, he wouldn't have smelled the specific pills.
But she even explained clearly what went wrong when he was refining the elixir.
The girl in front of him must be a master of alchemy.
"Master, Master, what about the few wisps of fire you just mentioned?"
All the angry expressions on Master Zhong's face disappeared, replaced by a respectful expression.
"That's it. Use your mental power to count the temperature of the fire. It's very simple. You can master it if you go back and practice more."
Jun Mohuang stretched out her white fingertips, and an ink-colored flame danced at her fingertips.
The mental power invisibly wrapped the flames and dispersed them into hundreds of ink-colored flames, as thin as silk threads, suspended in the air.
Jun Mohuang tapped her finger again, and all the ink flames in the air were taken back by her.
"Master...Master, thank you for your advice!"
Master Zhong looked excited and ran home immediately with excitement.
From the time Master Zhong appeared to when he ran away again, it took less than a minute.
Wu Qianyong looked a little confused, "What on earth is this old man here for? Looking at the angry look on his face just now, I thought he was here to cause trouble!"
As a result, just as he was about to make preparations, Jun Mohuang sent this person away with a few words.
Feng Yun couldn't stop laughing: "I just came to destroy the place. But the place was too tough and I was shocked, hahaha!"
"Speaking of which, boss, does it really matter if you just tell her how to control the fire? What if he spreads it and lets other Elf alchemists know about it?"
Feng Yunqi was a little worried.
He has been with Jun Mohuang for so long, and he also knows that only demon alchemists can use Jun Mohuang's methods.
After all, the Spirit Tribe and the Demon Tribe are mortal enemies. Letting the Spirit Tribe alchemists master such core secrets would be too great a threat.
"What's the point? Only with competition can development and breakthroughs be achieved. Besides, I just demonstrated it to him, but I didn't tell him exactly how many rays of flame are needed for each medicinal material. Even if the spirit alchemists learn this method, they will be able to use it for the rest of their lives. Can’t figure it out.”
Jun Mohuang didn't care at all.
Each medicinal material has different heat properties in different elixirs. There are so many medicinal materials in each elixir. This is an extremely huge project.
The demon alchemists were able to learn it because she told them the most critical data without reservation.
Master Zhong rushed home excitedly. He didn't even know that there was such a way to control the heat!
(End of chapter)