In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

Xiyuntai, which is located at the top of the medicine peak, should have been cool, but at this time, Xiyuntai was shrouded in a blazing heat, and the heat was so strong that even if some powerful Tianzun with fire attributes came here, they would feel a little uncomfortable.

On Xiyun Platform, the fifty-six jade boxes that were originally neatly placed were already fifty empty at this time, and the elixirs inside had all been consumed in the previous month.

In the center of Xiyuntai, a thin but tall figure sat cross-legged, and in front of him, there was a red medicine tripod with a faint gold in it, and inside the medicine tripod, there was a golden-red flame rising, and the high temperature on the side of the Xiyuntai was coming from this golden-red flame.

Sitting here is naturally Zhao Yi, who has been cultivating medicine hard for the past month, and since the past month, he has been refining pills almost day and night, and when he is tired and tired, he will take one or two pills that have been prepared before.

Although this kind of cultivation was a bit hard, in order to be able to achieve better results in the Fire Refining Conference and be selected by the Heavenly Fire Emperor Venerable Fire Dust, the first alchemist in the Ming Chen Realm, Zhao Yi didn't care.

After a month of refining, Zhao Yi consumed forty-nine medicinal materials, but there were only nine pills in the finished product—three Spirit Blood Pills and six Hui Healing Pills.

At this time, in the flames in the medicine pod, the prototype of a pill could be faintly seen, and a faint medicinal fragrance diffused from it, adding a condensation to the scorching air.

The prototype of the pill gradually became round under the scorching fire of the earth's core, and after about half an hour, Zhao Yi's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and two red rays shot out of his eyes, hitting the outer wall of the medicine tripod hard.

Only the sound of "bell" was heard, and the whole medicine tripod was shaken, and a clever force came out from the bottom of the medicine tripod, ejecting the elixir in the flames, turning into a light cyan streamer and flying into the air.

At the same time, the thunderbolts that gathered in the sky were also slashed down in the clouds, and they fell in the cyan streamer, until the clouds dispersed, and the streamer flew over under Zhao Yi's beckoning.

The pale cyan streamer fell into Zhao Yi's hand, turning into a thumb-sized round elixir, and a rich danxiang came out of it, and it was a high-quality spiritual blood pill.

He took out a jade bottle from his side and put this spirit blood pill into it, and he could clearly see that in this jade bottle, there were three other pills that were the same as this spirit blood pill.

Four Spirit Blood Pills, six Hui Healing Pills, these are all the gains of Zhao Yi in the past month.

In the past month, he has been refining pills day and night, and Zhao Yi has also found that the true yuan in his body has become much thicker and more condensed, if in the past, Zhao Yi could attract the emperor tribulation to break through the emperor realm anytime and anywhere with a single thought, then now he doesn't need to move his mind, and the true yuan strength in his body can also attract the emperor tribulation.

This also made Zhao Yi still need to spend some of his mental strength to suppress the true elements in his body and prevent them from triggering the Emperor Tribulation.

In fact, refining the pill by the alchemist is also an extremely draining and exhausting thing, under normal circumstances, such a consumption and recovery cycle, the cultivation of the alchemist should be more condensed and more vigorous than that of ordinary martial artists. Wen Ting Pavilion

However, in fact, for most alchemists, their cultivation often couldn't keep up with the consumption required to refine pills, how many people could be like Zhao Yi, the true yuan in their bodies was five times stronger and purer than those of powerhouses of the same level?

Therefore, in the process of refining the elixir, the alchemist always had to take a large amount of the elixir to restore the true element to restore his true element, so that the refining of the elixir could continue.

It is precisely because they often take a large number of pills to restore the true yuan that the true yuan in the alchemist's body is actually not as condensed as that of the martial artists, plus they rarely experience life and death battles, and the breakthrough in the realm is the pill that most people rely on, which makes their cultivation even more excellent and vain.

However, even so, they were able to use the pill to increase the number of their True Yuan a lot, and generally speaking, the alchemist of the same level had a fifty percent higher degree of True Yuan than a martial artist!

In fact, not to mention ordinary alchemists, even Zhao Yi did not take the recovery pill in the process of refining the pill during this time, but fortunately, Zhao Yi's foundation is solid enough, and there are five heaven and earth treasures in his body, so the impact of the pill on him is also minimal.

Glancing at the only six remaining spiritual blood pill materials, Zhao Yi's heart moved, and he asked Jian Jue to find Ye Guying through the sword seal and asked him to send some more elixirs.

This time of penance, Zhao Yi had already decided to only practice refining the Huiyu Pill and the Spirit Blood Pill, and strive to achieve a success rate of ninety or even ten percent in refining these two pills.

It is said that at the beginning of refining, Zhao Yi had exhausted twenty medicinal materials before he successfully refined a finished pill for the first time, and then failure and success alternated with each other, from the current point of view, Zhao Yi's success rate in refining these two pills was about more than fifty percent.

This success rate is actually not too low, it can be said that it has reached the average level of a normal seventh-grade low-level alchemist.

And if Zhao Yi was really able to increase the success rate of refining these two pills to ninety, nine, or even ten, then with his level, he would be able to successfully refine at least seventh-grade intermediate pills.

However, this level is not so easy to achieve, and it requires Zhao Yi to put in more effort - the success of no alchemist is easy and easy.

Zhao Yi's tenacity in retreat and refining medicine, even Hua Xiao, who was a seventh-grade peak alchemist, was deeply emotional, he was able to achieve such an achievement at such a young age, and such desperate efforts were inseparable at all.

Looking at the disciples in their own medicine hall, who can practice refining medicine day and night for a month like Zhao Yi?

It can be said that Zhao Yi's penance this month is comparable to the penance of his Medicine Hall disciple for half a year.

Looking at his own subordinates, even Ye Xuying, who he valued the most, could not hold on to his penance for twenty consecutive days at most, and compared with Zhao Yi, he was too far behind.

Behind the glamorous achievements, in fact, there will always be unknown sweat and even blood!

On the Xiyun Platform, Zhao Yi took out a Huiyu Pill suit and lowered it for a period of time, then he continued to cultivate, and at this time, Ye Guying also sent someone to send him a second batch of alchemy materials with a full hundred copies!