"Ahem, Mr. Ye, you came here in such a hurry, did you get the Pure Yang Fire Lotus?"
When Ye Feng arrived at the small courtyard outside Beijing, the owner of the ghost market was already waiting at the door. After seeing Ye Feng, he covered his mouth and coughed a few times, then asked curiously.
"Senior, you have finally helped me find out the whereabouts of the Pure Yang Fire Lotus. How can I let you down?"
Ye Feng laughed and took out the Pure Yang Fire Lotus.
"Hiss..."
When the ghost market owner saw the Pure Yang Fire Lotus, his eyes suddenly lit up.
This is a rare elixir that can prolong life. It is rare to see one. Even though he is a top-level heavenly master, this is the first time he has seen a Pure Yang Fire Lotus in all these years.
And when he thought that Ye Feng had actually picked the Pure Yang Fire Lotus from a remote place like Death Valley, he couldn't help but feel even more emotional.
Even in the deepest part of his heart, there was a faint hope.
Since this young man has already created a miracle, perhaps he can create another miracle and even refine a fourth-grade pill.
"I wonder if you have prepared the Fritillaria thunbergii and evening primrose?" Ye Feng asked again.
"Ahem..." The ghost market owner coughed twice, then nodded and said, "It's all ready, just waiting for you to start refining the elixir."
As he spoke, the owner of the ghost market stretched out his hand, made a gesture of invitation, and took Ye Feng into the yard.
"Senior, are you feeling unwell?" Seeing the Ghost City Master coughing violently, Ye Feng couldn't help but frown.
Ancient warriors are physically strong and rarely get sick, especially those at the top of the Heavenly Level like the Ghost Market Master. Ordinary diseases can hardly harm their bodies. But now he is coughing incessantly, which cannot but make people puzzled.
"It was cold and snowy a few days ago, and I went up the mountain to see the snow. Who would have thought that I would catch a cold when I came back." The ghost market owner smiled bitterly and shook his head, his eyes full of frustration, saying, "It seems that I really can't refuse to accept my old age..."
Upon hearing this, Ye Feng sighed a few times.
Although ancient warriors are powerful, they are still human beings. They are still subject to disasters and calamities, and their lifespan will end.
And as he gets older, if his cultivation still fails to make a breakthrough and he cannot open his neck, he will not be much better than an ordinary person.
Although the cold is a minor illness, for the owner of the ghost market, it means that his body has uncontrollably entered the aging stage.
If he doesn't break through again, perhaps in another ten years, or even five years, he will be too old and his strength will be as diminished as that of an ordinary person.
"This is the medicinal material you requested. I exchanged it for you using the alchemy furnace left by Master Tian Zhen. I gave you double the medicinal materials in case you failed to refine them."
After sighing a few times, the owner of the ghost market took out the Fritillaria thunbergii and evening primrose from the cabinet in the house and handed them to Ye Feng.
Fritillaria thunbergii is a magical medicine that lives in the desert. Its shape is very similar to a shell and it has the effect of strengthening blood vessels.
The Fritillaria that the ghost market owner found for him was plump and large, and was obviously a rare and fine product.
As for evening primrose, it is a kind of grass that grows on cliffs in places rarely visited by people. This grass can calm the mind and is very mysterious. When the moon rises, it grows out of the soil to absorb the moonlight. When the sun rises, it shrinks into the soil to avoid the scorching sun.
The evening primrose that the ghost market owner found had leaves that were more than a foot long, and the silver veins of the moonlight on the leaves were so dense that they almost turned the leaves silver, and its medicinal properties were also excellent.
"Thank you, senior."
After examining the two kinds of spiritual medicine for a while, Ye Feng was overjoyed and bowed to the ghost market owner, and then said: "I wonder if you have a natural gas stove here? Lend it to me to make the elixir."
"You want to use natural gas to make pills, and they are fourth-grade pills?!" The ghost market owner couldn't help but widen his eyes and said in astonishment when he heard this.
Ye Feng scratched his head and smiled, then said awkwardly: "I would like to use the earth fire to make the elixir, but I need the earth fire to use..."
"Even if we don't have it for now, we can't mess around. These materials are extremely precious. What if they go to waste..."
The ghost market owner shook his head and said, "If you can wait, I will help you contact a sect and help you use the excuse of refining pills with the Earth Fire Eye. I should still have the face to do so."
"It's okay. I can just improve the natural gas stove. It won't be that troublesome."
Ye Feng chuckled, signaling the ghost market owner not to worry about this problem.
What he lacks most now is time.
"Since you have made your decision, it's up to you..."
Seeing that Ye Feng was determined and had no room for maneuver, the owner of the ghost market had no choice but to take him to the kitchen and turn on the gas stove.
Teng!
A light blue flame leaped out, but after rising to a height of about a foot, it could no longer go up.
"I don't have ventilation here, and I'm using a gas tank. It's difficult to reach the temperature required for alchemy." The ghost market owner said helplessly.
"It's okay!" Ye Feng waved his hand, then took out four spirit stones from the Medicine King Ring and placed them around the fire eye.
"Energy Stone!"
When the owner of the ghost market saw the spirit stone, his eyes suddenly became stern and he looked at Ye Feng in astonishment.
"Yes, this thing is the Yuan Qi Stone, but I prefer to call it the Spirit Stone." Ye Feng smiled, and then said: "When I inherited the legacy of Master Tian Zhen, he left behind a Spirit Fire Array formation, which is specifically designed to deal with situations like this where you need to refine pills but can't find a suitable fire source at hand."
While chuckling, a silver needle appeared in Ye Feng's hand. After infusing it with magic power, he began to draw on the spirit stone.
After a short while, wisps of mist suddenly rose from the four spirit stones and then entered the leaping flames.
The moment the mist and flames came into contact, the swaying flames instantly changed from light blue to dazzling white. As the temperature rose rapidly, it gave people a feeling that the flames were full of vitality.
"Master Tianzhen is indeed a genius. This spiritual fire is even more powerful than the fire of the earth!"
Upon seeing this, the owner of the ghost market was filled with admiration and couldn't help but admire Master Tianzhen even more.
In addition to admiration, his heart began to beat faster and hope gradually appeared in his eyes.
After the spiritual fire turned three times and the temperature gradually increased, Ye Feng took out the alchemy furnace and placed it on the flames. After the furnace was burned into a translucent bright red, he used his mental power to take out the branch of the red fruit, broke it into pieces, and quickly threw it into the furnace.
laugh!
As soon as the branch came into contact with the fire of the alchemy furnace, a puff of green smoke instantly emerged, and then the red fruit branch, which was as red as jade, immediately melted into a pool of red juice, rolling continuously in the furnace.
Then, Ye Feng rubbed his hands, and the Fritillaria thunbergii was rubbed into fine sand-like particles and sprinkled into the furnace.
In the blink of an eye, some golden dots appeared in the red medicine, like flaming stars, which was very moving.
And when he crushed the leaves of evening primrose and poured them into the alchemy furnace, some crystal clear silver veins suddenly appeared in the red medicine liquid. The interweaving of red, gold and silver was so gorgeous that it was dazzling.
Not only that, after the three are intertwined, a strong medicinal aroma wafts through the kitchen, which is rich and moving.
What kind of elixir is this? The elixir hasn't even been consumed yet, but it's already so tempting. What if it's a elixir? !
The ghost market master breathed rapidly, his eyes fixed on the alchemy furnace, holding his breath and concentrating, not daring to miss a single detail; and his heart shrank into a ball at this moment, waiting to see if Ye Feng could successfully make the elixir after throwing the Pure Yang Fire Lotus into the furnace!
(End of this chapter)