Song Yin's excited look made everyone afraid to say a word.
But this doesn't mean they agreed.
Enter the alchemy furnace!
If the elixir is really made, who can I go to for justice
They even had a bold idea that Song Yin was doing this on purpose, supervising their practice, making them obey his orders, letting them let down their guard, and then refining pills from them.
But think about it.
Not really.
Because they are indeed too weak, so weak that the eldest senior brother would not care about them.
They still have this self-awareness.
"I know you are worried about the pain of the alchemy furnace, but the human alchemy method requires suffering. Without going through this, how can you wash away the mortal world and enter the immortal path?"
Song Yin looked at Zhang Feixuan and said, "Second Junior Brother, you should set an example and eat the pill first."
"ah?"
Zhang Feixuan looked around, and finally pointed at himself, subconsciously saying: "Big Brother, how can I be a role model? There must be people with higher prestige and status than me in the Golden Immortal Sect, I think."
His words stopped abruptly.
What does he think
He thinks it's of no use.
The master died, and the eldest brother just stood there.
Then, as the second child, am I not the most qualified one
Thinking of this, his face turned pale.
However, I couldn't find any reason to refuse.
It was impossible to refuse by force. Under his senior brother's gaze, it was already good enough that he could speak now.
How can you refuse without a valid reason
The other party has already said everything. If he doesn't go, it would be a waste of his senior brother's hard work. He doesn't dare to offend his senior brother.
Zhang Feixuan forced a smile, "No, Brother, you see, this elixir came suddenly, I think I need to bathe, burn incense, and pray devoutly, so as to repay Brother's painstaking efforts."
Song Yin shook his head: "Time waits for no one, don't waste time. We should not be too particular about small details when practicing Taoism. I am glad that you respect me, but I don't like your procrastination."
"But."
"Eat the pills, get into the furnace, hurry up!"
Stared at by those eyes, Zhang Feixuan was startled and directly picked up the blood-colored pill and swallowed it.
Afraid of being a step slower.
"Brother, can I digest it?" Zhang Feixuan was still making his last effort.
"It can be digested slowly in the furnace. Let's go, Junior Brother."
Song Yin turned around and walked towards the alchemy room, while Zhang Feixuan stood there, refusing to move.
"Let's go, Second Brother!"
Wang Qi, who was standing by, grinned and gloated, "You are the first one to experience such a good opportunity. How enviable. Alas, it's a pity that I'm ranked third, otherwise, I would also like to be the first to experience it."
"Then how about I give this opportunity to you?" Zhang Feixuan smiled with a fake smile, his eyes almost looking murderous.
"No, no, no, do it yourself." Wang Qizhen shook his head quickly.
"Do you think you can escape?!" Zhang Feixuan said angrily: "After me, it's your turn!"
"I have nothing to mourn for, old man."
Wang Qizheng looked carefree and said with a smile: "If you don't die, I will dare to go in. It's just painful, who hasn't suffered it? If you die, Senior Brother will definitely not continue to practice."
Gao Sishu nodded in agreement, expressing his deep approval.
That's the reason.
Anyway, all the risks were borne by Zhang Feixuan.
They have been in pain for a month, so it’s no big deal if they get hurt again.
But they soon realized they were wrong.
Not long after Zhang Feixuan gritted his teeth and went in, his wailing was heard from inside.
They were clearly inside the alchemy furnace, and there was a main hall between them, but the wailing could be heard in the square, and it was getting louder and louder.
“Brother, it hurts, it’s burning! My skin is about to be torn off, it’s already gone! Wuuuuuu, brother! Please spare me, please spare me!”
The miserable howling seemed to never stop, without any sign of weakening.
This sound made everyone shudder, especially Wang Qizhen, whose smiling face immediately fell, his eyes rolled around, and sweat began to form on his forehead.
This kind of thing, he will be the next one.
"Tell me, is there a possibility?"
He looked at Gao Sishu with a little expectation: "Old Two is almost ready to be refined into a pill. This is the last struggle. Will you stop now, Brother?"
Gao Sishu looked up at the sky, thinking about the various mysteries of Song Yin, and finally shook his head: "It shouldn't be possible."
“Yeah, that’s right.”
Wang Qizheng cried out dejectedly and looked towards the main hall with a look of grief for the loss of a rabbit.
"Please hold it longer, hold it longer. No, hold it shorter, shorter is better. The suffering will only last for a moment."
As time goes by, Wang Qizhen will hide longer, but on the contrary, he will also experience that much time.
If it was shorter, he wouldn't have to go through so much time, but he didn't want to become the second one so quickly!
Zhang Feixuan was suffering in the alchemy furnace, and they were also tortured when they heard his screams from the outside world.
Moreover, the torture lasted for a long time.
Because Zhang Feixuan's howling never stopped, from early morning to dusk, he was still wailing, even making people wonder where he got so much strength to howl like that.
But the sound was full of energy and did not weaken at all. Even at night, it still echoed on the top of the mountain.
None of the remaining disciples dared to leave, or even to rest. The screams were so loud that they subconsciously held their breath.
It's like watching pigs being slaughtered and their fellow pigs panicking.
The screams continued until the next morning, when they finally stopped.
When the sound stopped, everyone was startled and looked towards the main hall.
A figure slowly walked out of the main hall. Song Yin carried Zhang Feixuan, who had his head drooping and was completely powerless, into the main hall, put him on the ground, and said to the outside, "Next."
“Gah!”
Wang Qizhen rolled his eyes and pretended to faint.
"Third Brother!"
Gao Sishu supported him, held his scalp with one hand, and applied a little force to cheer him up.
His face was solemn and he said firmly: "It's your turn!"
"You fucking"
Wang Qi glared at him fiercely.
Gao Sishu had no expression on his face and just pushed him forward gently.
Wang Qizhen gritted his teeth, faced Song Yin's inquiring gaze, swallowed the pill, and entered the main hall as if he was going to die.
Only then did Gao Sishu breathe a sigh of relief.
He can't get dizzy, or he'll be in trouble.
Although this stage must be endured, it is better to come later than later.
Gao Sishu looked at Zhang Feixuan who was lying in the hall, and saw that he was pale. There was almost no color on his face, neither rosy nor pale. He looked like he was exhausted, and he was twitching on the ground from time to time.
Looked extremely pitiful.
But after all, he is still alive. If he is alive, as the eldest senior brother said, he will definitely become stronger.
This price is something that Gao Sishu can afford.
"Ah! Brother, brother! Stop practicing! I'm going to melt, I really am going to melt!"
Another shrill scream was heard, causing Gao Sishu's scalp to numb.
As soon as one scream ended, another one came.
Can he really afford it