It was an exorcism pill that could barely be called an elixir, and when I saw it, I knew where that messy, unorthodox thing came from.

Night Terror Hong was not angry with the boy either, and only took out a Pure Demon Pill from his own space.

The whole body of the Pure Demon Pill is snow-white, like a jade carving, and the delicate Dan lines are arranged on it, like a perfect work of art.

This elixir and the little boy's exorcism pill are put together, and there is a difference between cloud and mud.

The young man looked at the pill incredulously, and said in a daze, "You...... You're also an alchemist? ”

Night Terror smiled and patted the young man's head: "I can't say it, because you are not an alchemist." ”

The young man's cheeks flushed, as if he was enraged, and he yelled: "Nonsense, I am! ”

Ye Jinghong shook his head: "No, you are not, if you are an alchemist, you will have the pride and bottom line of an alchemist, and it is impossible for you to let people take such an elixir." ”

The young man shouted with red eyes: "Why can't you take it?!" The ancestor said that as long as it is Cheng Dan's elixir, it has been approved by the Heavenly Dao, no matter what the quality is, it is the elixir! Since it's an elixir, why can't you take it? Swear black is white.! ”

Night Terror asked rhetorically: "Do you remember what is the most important point of alchemy?" ”

The young man replied fluently: "What else, of course, is the successful cultivation of the elixir." ”

Ye Jinghong sighed lightly, shook his head, and said: "The pill is for people to take, and it is used for people to heal their injuries and break through themselves. After all, the elixir comes from people, and in the end, it is used by people, right? ”

The boy never seemed to have heard such an answer, and for a moment he didn't know whether it was "right" or "wrong", so he could only stare at the night terror with wide eyes.

"People are the ultimate belongings of Dan Dao."

Night Terror said, picking up his elixir and crushing it gently, calcining it with a flame, eventually leaving behind a mass of dregs.

In the same way, Night Terror also crushed his Pure Demon Pill and burned it, and in the end, only a cloud of spiritual energy dissipated with the air.

"See?"

Night Terror asked patiently questions, and the boy had already lowered his head, ashamed.

He never knew that there would be so many impurities and dirt in his elixir.

"Everyone needs to experience and grow, and the same goes for alchemists, and I have also refined a lot of low-quality pills in the past. However, the essence and core of the pill is not only to become a pill, but to help and treat people in need.

Therefore, the elixir that alchemists give to people must be worthy of their own conscience and their pride.

You sell such perfunctory pills to other people to eat, which can indeed relieve people's urgent needs, but over time, erysipelas will continue to accumulate...... As a person refining pills, you should know better than me what the result is. ”

Yes, erysipelas can indeed ruin a person.

But......

But......

He had never considered these people before, he only wanted to be praised by the Ancestor, and he just wanted to be the person who refined the most pills.

Don't...... Could it be that this is the reason why he can't go any further in alchemy?

As if seeing the confusion in the young man's eyes, he said: "It's not that you can't go further, it's not that you can't avoid these shortcomings, you just think that you have completed the alchemy anyway, and the rest doesn't matter to you, right?" ”

The boy clenched his fists tightly, hanging his head and his heart became a mess......

(End of chapter)