Regarding the news that Mu Bai carved the soul mark, the people were in a very complicated mood.

"It's never been a child of our tribe......"

"He carved a petal, what's the use?"

"Alas, it's good that we still have Haichen, otherwise ......"

"It's a shame for this kid. ”

Nine years ago, The Hague carried Mu Bai back to the tribe in the vast Dao Sea, and found out his innate strong soul, believing that the arrival of this child was a gift from the ancestral spirit of the tribe, and he did his best to cultivate it.

And he failed.

The words of the tribesmen fell on the ears of the tribe's head Hayang, and he did not stop them, but he firmly believed that Mu Bai would not disappoint the tribe.

Haichen also couldn't figure out what the use of Mu Bai carving the soul mark of a pear blossom was. However, he thought that Mu Bai would never be wiped out by everyone. Even if Mu Bai really couldn't continue on the path of cultivation, he would swear to protect his brother with his fists and defend their tribe.

Soon the New Year came, the rest of the children failed, the atmosphere in the tribe was depressing, and the snow crushed the pines and cypresses.

Ling'er was eager to see Mu Bai, but this simple and cute little girl also felt the depression of the tribe.

The fire in the ancestral house jumped, and Mu Bai stood in front of the clan lord with his head down, like a child who had made a mistake. He felt guilty, he didn't dare to look at the clansman, and he didn't dare to see the eyes of the clansmen to hide their disappointment.

"Child, your path has just begun, you may not be able to become a soul cultivator, but you can become a powerful Dan Master, with your grass and wood soul seal talent, manipulate your divine sense, and refine a precious pill that is incomparable to ordinary decoctions. ”

The Hague fumbled and took out an elixir from his bosom, glowing with a dark light.

"This is a soul pill, which is extremely precious. A second-level early stage soul cultivator, when his soul power is exhausted, as long as he takes one pill, he can instantly fill his soul power and reach the peak of his combat power. ”

Mu Bai stared at the Soul Returning Pill in the hand of the clan father, and listened to the clan father's narration, feeling unbelievably shocked.

"Your first soul seal is grass and trees, then you can embark on the path of an alchemist. Alchemists are very rare, and only large tribes or monk sects are worthy of having them, refining pills for their clan disciples, so that their cultivation can advance by leaps and bounds. ”

"In this world, there are not only soul cultivation, divine cultivation, and physical cultivation, but also various development paths such as alchemists, casters, talisman makers, and sacrificial array masters, all of whom are collectively called warlocks......

The Hague slowly speaks of the wider world of monks on this continent.

"Those whose ancestral spirit imprints are powerful divine beasts will mostly choose to go to the path of soul cultivation and cultivate soul power alone. Of course, there are also people who choose to become spiritual cultivators, specialize in spiritual power, and no longer depict other soul marks. Those whose ancestral spirit imprint is Grass, Wood, Gold and Stone will choose to become a warlock, continue to visualize and copy other golden and wood spirits, and control the alchemy caster through divine sense. Of course, there is no shortage of Inhumans, and some of the Warlocks choose to visualize the beast spirit again and gain powerful combat power. However, everyone's potential is limited, and it is difficult to have both. At this point, you have to figure out whether to be a pure Dan Master or not. ”

Listening to the clan father's story, Mu Bai's heart became more and more open, knowing that the next road was not blocked, but more infinite possibilities.

Winter goes to spring, and the tribe is full of life. The sound of children chasing and playing is endless, and the laughter of the hunt can be heard from time to time.

Mu Bai's choice of alchemy was unknown to ordinary people. The emergence of an alchemist will undoubtedly promote the rapid rise of a small tribe. And in the process of growing up, there is a risk of being stifled at any time.

There is no Dan furnace in the tribe, no earth fire, and no Dan Fang, so Mu Bai's alchemy is at a loss. The clan lord was also worried, and before his injuries were healed, he left the tribe in a hurry.

Fortunately, the witch doctor Hai Yan accumulated a lot of herbs, and Mu Bai first learned the medicinal properties of herbs. Mu Bai has a tough personality and is also talented, but after more than ten days, he wrote down the medicinal properties of all the herbs in the tribe, "Ginseng is sweet, it greatly replenishes vitality, quenches thirst, and regulates nutrition." Astragalus is warm, sweats and solidifies the surface, supports sores and muscles, and is full of qi deficiency. Atractylodes atractylodes is sweet and warm, strengthens the spleen and stomach, stops diarrhea and dehumidification, and dispels phlegm and ruffian......"

After mastering the medicinal properties, Hai Yan instructed Mu Bai to boil some common decoctions. It just so happened that the spring was warm, and many people suffered from bone steaming disease, coughing, coughing up blood, and five heart irritability, which is a symptom of kidney yin deficiency and fire.

The raw land is slightly cold, can eliminate dampness and heat, Mu Bai boiled it with Xuanshen, Danpi, and red peony, and distributed the medicinal soup to the clansmen, and the clansmen were cured in a few days.

Soon, the clansmen were injured in hunting, injured their muscles and bones, or had headaches and fevers, and they all sought medical advice from Mu Bai, and they were full of praise after being cured.

"Since herbs can be boiled into decoction, then they can be refined into medicinal pills......" Mu Bai was deeply touched by the soul return pill taken out by the clan father. Looking at the swarthy and shiny pill in his hand, Mu Bai kept pondering, "Alchemy, the key is 'refining'!"

Mu Bai practiced hunting beasts in the mountains and forests of Kunyu Mountain all the year round, and naturally remembered that there was a crack in the earth under the cliff of the back mountain. It was the scar left by the collision between the Daohai Sea and the mainland, and from time to time there was molten slurry churning and flowing back into the sea.

Without further ado, Mu Bai secretly came to the ancestral house. He remembered that there was a broken tripod in the ancestral house, which was very inconspicuous, and a few openings were even more eye-catching, and he didn't dislike it when he used it for alchemy.

When you come to the bottom of the cliff, the night sky is moonlight. The black tripod is sewn on a small place, and Mu Bai uses the method of boiling the decoction to put the succulent, danpi, and red peony into the tripod in turn, and boil and boil.

A few hours later, Dan was not refined, but Mu Bai was roasted red by molten slurry. The huge decoction, although much thicker, has a burnt flavor that is getting heavier and heavier. People as strong as Mu Bai who are so good at patience covered their mouths and noses with their hands, choked and coughed constantly, tears smoked out, and the smoke turned into a small flower face.

"Hey, Wu Na boy, stop it, you actually use the deity to make soup?" An illusory old man emerged from the Wuding, pointed at Mu Bai's nose and scolded, "Your name is Huazi, how could the deity fall into your hands!"

Mu Bai stopped coughing, didn't understand what the old man was shouting, and only remembered the word "boil soup".

"No, grandpa, you're wrong, I'm alchemy, not soup......"

"What? Alchemy? Could it be that I have been asleep for a few years, and I have derailed the pace of the times? No, no matter how much it drops, the Dan must be 'refined', not a pot of stew!"

The old man pondered for a while, was angry for a while, and his face was cloudy. Mu Bai was helpless, so he had to stand there and look at him.

"That little thief, little called Hanako, take out your Danfang and let the deity take a look!"

"I don't have a Danfang ......"

"What kind of pill are you refining?"

"I don't know, I know that it can cure bone steaming, the effect is very good, and the clansmen say that it is good to use it......"

Mu Bai had to continue, it was the first big thing he had done for the tribe, and he was proud of it to this day.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it, what a mess. Remember, Lao Tzu is a soul treasure, a weapon with boundless power, smashing people like a mountain to the top, not a bird pill furnace!"

"But I need a Dan furnace to refine Dan......"

"Who's stupid boy, you don't have a Dan furnace at home. What tribe are you from called Hanako?"

"I'm not called Hanako, I'm a clansman from the northern part of the sea, my name is Mubai!"

"It's really a bad descendant, there is such a fool as you in the north of the sea. Didn't anyone teach you how to make alchemy? There is no Dan Fang, there is no Dan furnace, but fortunately you are not stupid enough to put me on the cooking table and cook it. ”

"No one in our tribe knows how to make alchemy......"

"What are you talking about? There is no one in the huge northern part of the sea who can do alchemy? Could it be that after the old ancestor of Haize disappeared, the northern part of the sea did not fall to such a downfall!"

In the great battle with the immortal world more than 20,000 years ago, the ancestor of Haize shook the three immortal kings with the realm of great perfection and fought for several months. In the end, even this top-level soul treasure was scattered by the machine spirit. After more than 20,000 years of sleep, the Wuding Instrument Spirit has only awakened a little.

"Don't be stunned, don't be stunned, take me back to the tribe quickly. But don't tell anyone about my awakening!"

The old man stretched out his hand and pointed to the still bubbling and stinking Wuding.

"You mean, you're this Wuding?"

"Nonsense, the deity is a rare and powerful supreme tripod in this world...... of the machine spirit!"

The pill was not refined, Mu Bai was depressed, and he had to listen to the crazy old man's chatter and boasting from time to time, and he was speechless.

Crazy to crazy, chatter to chatter, Mu Bai still admires this old man's skills, he appeared quietly, and disappeared again, which is very magical. When I returned to the tribe and greeted the people, not only did they not see the old man, but they could not hear his chatter, and they were so annoyed that they went crazy.

"It's a decline!"

"Decay, ......"

"There isn't a single monk!"

Mu Bai retorted and told him that Uncle Haiang, the head of the tooth, was a second-level peak soul cultivator, but he was cursed even more violently, "O descendant, the dignified tooth head is actually a second-level soul master......

Mu Bai was speechless, it's not okay if I don't speak, lest I say a sentence and talk endlessly.

"Hey, you kid, you're so rude to your ancestors, don't you know how many years I've not spoke......n?

Mu Bai still didn't answer.

"It's too decaying, wait for my life to return to the loess, so how can I have the face to see Haize...... No, I want to do something! After all, I am a rare machine spirit in the world who fights heaven and earth!"

Seeing that Mu Bai was still indifferent to his arrogant words, the old man became furious.

"Hey, I said you kid, did you hear what the deity said, Lao Tzu wants to teach you alchemy!"

"Thank you, Ancestor!"

The reason why Mu Bai didn't say a word was that he was waiting for his sentence. In addition, he called the ancestor just right, which immediately made the old man feel emotional, and he cried bitterly, "I have the responsibility to cultivate the descendants of the northern part of the sea......"

"Alchemy is to use the divine sense to control the medicinal materials, manipulate the heat, and melt the medicinal materials into juice in the Dan furnace, this step is very critical, and if the divine consciousness is manipulated carelessly, the medicinal materials will be baked into charcoal. When Hai Ze first learned alchemy, he often made me black and scorched. Uh, it's the Dan furnace that made it black, I thought you were pitiful and agreed to be your Dan furnace temporarily......"

The Ancestor of the Instrument Spirit always seemed to be talking endlessly, but judging by his appearance, he obviously didn't know much about the way to alchemy. It's nothing more than that when Haize Ancestor was young, he used it to practice alchemy.

"Could it be that even if you become a majestic god, you can't change the nature of a crow?"

For the first time, Mu Bai had some undeserved associations with the ancestral spirits of the tribe, but he quickly suppressed them and concentrated on manipulating the refining and melting medicinal materials.

"Attention, that boy, you're going to burn! Alas, you're stupid, you've been confused five times!"

Mu Bai was a little careless, and a succulent ginseng became a pinch of ginseng ash, and the red face of the little face could of course be due to the molten slurry roasting.

"Come, come again, don't rest, none of the young people educated by the deity are as stupid as you. Stupid and lazy......"

"Ancestor, I almost remember the method, why don't you go to the side and cool off first?"

"Don't be afraid, what can I do with this little molten slurry! Hmm? You actually annoy me! You unfilial son, I will beat ......."

The Instrument Spirit Ancestor patted Mu Bai's head angrily. Mu Bai scratched his head, but he didn't feel anything.

Although he had failed five times, Mu Bai had actually mastered the way of divine sense manipulation of medicinal material refining in his heart, and he just wanted to try different results in different proportions.

The only remaining stalk of cucumber into the tripod, Mu Bai's hands are like thousands of threads, and the cucumber floats up and down in the tripod, and in less than ten breaths, it melts into a puddle of pale yellow juice, flowing at the bottom of the black ding.

"Quickly enter the red peony and continue refining!"

For Mu Bai's successful refining of Xuan Shen, the Instrument Spirit Ancestor seemed to be very satisfied, at least it showed that he was not teaching a fool.

It may be because of a few common herbs, all of which are refined into juice without dozens of breaths. The red, yellow, and white juices are mixed together, blending with each other, and already exuding a refreshing atmosphere. And Mu Bai's forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, and his divine sense was greatly damaged.

"Quick, don't be lazy, condense the medicinal juice into a ball, but the medicinal properties of the pill will not be reduced, and it is also a key step in the later stage of alchemy!"

Mu Bai gritted his teeth and did so. After a while, there were three prototypes of pills in Wuding. As for others, they have already collapsed and collapsed to the ground.

"Alright, let's recuperate for a while. This kind of garbage elixir, with my rare soul treasure to nourish, between breaths, the ears ......"

The Ancestor of the Machine Spirit would always seize any opportunity he thought was appropriate and continue to talk about it.

"Ancestor, do you have any other hobbies?"

"Yes. My ancestor is male and loves women. But are you a woman? Speaking of which, I haven't touched a woman for tens of thousands of years, and I want to fight with the ancestor of Haize in the Quartet, those girls are really beautiful, the waves in the west have long thighs, and the ones in the east will serve people. It's all good, I don't like the bears, it's smelly, I can't stand it......"

The Instrument Spirit Ancestor seemed to immediately smell the smell of the bear people's girl, and his teeth were curled, as if he was about to vomit.

Mu Bai really appreciated the power of the Instrument Spirit Ancestor, so he had no choice but to stop talking.

"What do you want to think about when you get distracted? You kid don't learn well, and when you listen to the deity talk about those things with the girls, you want to get into trouble! Quickly take that piece of broken iron away from the deity, Dan is done!"

When Mu Bai heard this, he immediately forgot that he was tired, a spirit stood up, opened Wuding, and a burst of rich medicinal fragrance came to his nose, "This is the elixir, I really refined it, grandfather of the clan, I refined it ......"

Although he didn't take it, Mu Bai knew that when it came to medicinal properties alone, a pill was more than dozens of times that of a pot of decoction.