Zhang Feiyang was bathed in white light, feeling cold all over his body, as if he had just taken a cold shower, refreshed.

He excitedly leaned over to the stove and looked inside, where a white spherical pill about the size of his thumb was lying quietly inside, and wisps of white rose were spreading out.

"This is the Guiyuan Pill, the refining ingredients are mainly healing pills, but they are completely different from healing pills. The Healing Pill is golden, but the Guiyuan Pill is white. The healing pill was warm in his hand, as if he was holding a piece of nephrite, but this Guiyuan Pill was cold to the bone, as if he was holding a piece of thousand-year-old ice. ”

Reaching out and carefully taking out the pill, after putting away the stove, Zhang Feiyang carefully looked at it, carefully compared it with the healing pill, and put it in his hand and rolled it up and down, playing with it.

At the same time, with his free hand, he took the ancient book that recorded the Guiyuan Dan Dan Fang again, and compared the quality of the white pill with the description in the book one by one.

After confirming that this was indeed the genuine Guiyuan Dan, Zhang Feiyang smiled, found a delicate small bottle, and planned to store the Guiyuan Dan in it.

But just when he was about to let go, after thinking about it, Zhang Feiyang put the delicate little bottle back on the table, went to the warehouse, and found a small bottle that was black and old, and the surface was covered with a layer of dust, and it looked dirty from a pile of old goods to contain Gui Yuan Dan.

Because, he suddenly thought of a question.

In case of any emergency, there is no way to take Guiyuan Dan for the time being, if the enemy or opponent searches himself, if he shows others a delicate small bottle, the possibility of Guiyuan Dan being snatched is too great, although it is replaced with a broken bottle, there is still a risk of being inspected, but obviously in comparison, the probability of ignoring it is greater.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feiyang smiled slightly, and couldn't help but secretly praise his cleverness.

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside.

Zhang Feiyang hurriedly put away the small bottle, sorted out the remaining traces of herbs on the desk and the ground, and then went to open the door to greet the guests.

Here is a little junior sister from the alchemy department, a typical eleven or twelve-year-old girl, who has just started for a few days, and looks very smart, after seeing Zhang Feiyang, she lowered her head shyly, and said the matter with a red face.

It turned out that Song Cuifu was coming, and this time, she no longer came suddenly like last time, but sent a notice to the Alchemy Department in advance.

It stands to reason that Zhang Feiyang, who is the head of the Alchemy Department, should have been the first person to know about this, but these days, he has been closed and busy with cultivation, so he didn't see the notice that Song Cuifu had just sent to the Alchemy Department.

After the little senior sister gave the silk silk in her hand to Zhang Feiyang, she ran back with a red face.

After Zhang Feiyang closed the door, he immediately read it carefully.

If it was someone else's business, he was not in the mood to pay attention to it now, but as soon as he heard that it was Song Cuifu's business, he immediately put aside the idea of trying to refine another Guiyuan Pill in his heart.

Because, this Song Cuifu left too much impression on him last time, and it is not easy to provoke, plus she is an inner disciple, with a high status and strong strength, and she will soon hold a martial arts competition.

Therefore, Zhang Feiyang did not dare to slack off at all, and treated the silk in his hand as a holy decree, and before he returned to the house, he couldn't wait to open it, and with a high degree of nervousness, he read it seriously and in detail.

“...... Within a month, so many healing pills must be prepared. Otherwise, little stammer, you're ready for punishment. ”

By the time he finished reading the last paragraph on the silk silk, Zhang Feiyang's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat, each one the size of a soybean.

His face was flushed, as if he was facing Song Cuifu face to face, and the pressure was so great that he was almost unstable on his feet.

It turned out that the things explained in this silk silk were not complicated, it was just for Zhang Feiyang to prepare a large number of healing pills.

This is no different from the usual work that the Alchemy Department needs to complete every month, which is to hand in a certain number of healing pills.

However, the biggest problem lies in the number of healing pills that need to be handed in.

I don't know what big things happened inside the inner gate, how many disciples were seriously injured and needed to be treated urgently, or or, the disciples of the inner gate were going to hunt some powerful demon beasts, and they needed to prepare a large number of healing pills in advance, Song Cuifu handed over ten times the amount to Zhang Feiyang this time.

If it was only two or three times more, then Zhang Feiyang would still be able to barely complete the target if he mobilized the senior brothers and sisters of the Alchemy Department and asked them to work overtime to refine the pills.

Even if he has to pay four or five times more, Zhang Feiyang has an emergency solution.

As long as he takes out all the stocks in the alchemy department, and then entrusts Zhou Xian to help, when he collects medicines, he can collect more herbs that are large in quantity, and are not grown in too dangerous places, and have a lower year, if he rushes to a punch, Zhang Feiyang is still confident that he can use the small stove to refine those low-year medicines through refining to the point where they can refine the healing pill, and then fill the gap.

At most, I have to work hard, and after a few days and nights, I should be able to reach the standard.

But this time the amount required was ten times more, Zhang Feiyang only looked at the numbers clearly written on the silk silk, and his heart sank, and he felt infinite pressure pressing on him like a mountain, as if it was difficult to breathe.

Because, this time the situation is special.

Not only did he have to prepare ten times more pills, but in order to refine the Guiyuan Pill just now, he had already deducted it, and the amount of Guiyuan Pill consumed had to be filled together in order to complete the target this time.

It's just an impossible task.

Thinking of this, for a moment, he even wondered if Song Cuifu was deliberately announcing a personal vendetta against himself, but in fact, the number of healing pills requested above was not that much at all.

But soon, Zhang Feiyang shook his head and denied this idea.

Because, it doesn't make sense.

Song Cuifu is high, and she can't make a fuss about this kind of thing in order to target a little person like herself.

This should be true.

Really.

Zhang Feiyang's judgment was confirmed.

The next day, the little junior sister he sent out to inquire about the news brought back an important piece of information.

A few days ago, when the inner disciple went out to hunt the demon beast, there was an accident and there were heavy casualties, and that demon beast is now targeted by another sect.

In order to be able to take down the demon beast, the Firefox Sect planned to recuperate, and after an interval of a month, it would hunt for the second time.

That's why you need to prepare a large amount of healing pills for reserves.

First, these healing pills were used when hunting demon beasts.

Second, such a healing pill was also prepared to deal with another sect force that was eyeing that demon beast.

Because, it may happen at any time that the Firefox Sect paid the price of blood through the efforts of all aspects, and finally killed the target demon beast, and the harvest could be divided, but at this time, another sect force that had coveted the demon beast for a long time suddenly came out to snatch the fruits of the victory of the Firefox Sect.

At this time, only with sufficient healing pills to rely on, can you turn evil into good fortune and repel strong enemies.

Otherwise, if you are unlucky, you may be wiped out.

Knowing the importance of this matter, Zhang Feiyang did not dare to delay, and issued a new order on the same day, mobilizing all the disciples of the Alchemy Department to increase the workload and working time of alchemy, and strive to fill in the current hole before the deadline of the task.

After returning to the resting hut, he didn't dare to waste any more time, lit the alchemy furnace in the corner, and went to the backyard to put a lot of medicinal herbs into it according to the proportion, and started a boring and long alchemy life.

After three days, the results were not very satisfactory.

Zhang Feiyang counted the number of people in the alchemy department who had completed, and found that it was still a big difference from the prescribed number, and he couldn't help but have a big head, and some of them were out of line.

At this moment, there was an uninvited guest from the inner door, wasting a lot of his time thinking and alchemy.

But Zhang Feiyang didn't dare to show his resentment at all, but could only pretend to be crazy and stupid on the side, and stammered again, laughing vigorously.

Because, the person who came was none other than Song Cuifu, who had suffered enough for him.

The purpose of her coming here was just to find out the progress of the work of the entire Alchemy Department.

Seeing that Zhang Feiyang and all the disciples of the alchemy department were working day and night, serious alchemy, full of confidence, and nine out of ten, Song Cuifu nodded with a smile and said, "Little stammer." If it's delivered at the end of the month, it should be fine, right?"

What else can Zhang Feiyang say?

Shake your head and say no?

That's not going to work.

He was already busy refining more pills all day long, and he was exhausted, but he didn't want to be criticized by Song Cuifu anymore, so he naturally nodded against his will and kept a smile.

But seeing that Song Cuifu didn't look very trusting, Zhang Feiyang tried to puff up his chest, patted him hard, and also played a package ticket to ensure the completion of the task.

He only hoped that Song Cuifu, an uninvited guest, would go back quickly, as long as Song Cuifu stayed here, he would understand that there was more possibility of not being able to complete the mission.

Song Cuifu seemed to see Zhang Feiyang's thoughts, sneered, and said, "Little stammer." I hope you don't break your promise. May I warn you. This time the task is daunting and must be accomplished. At the end of the month, if you don't pay enough pills, I can only ask you for the guilt and transfer you to the cultivation department. You've got it in mind. ”

The Cultivation Department is the hardest of the six departments, although it is better than the laundry department, but like the laundry department, it has no future.

Every outer disciple in the Cultivation Department was mobilized by a disciple who had made a mistake in another department, and the disciples there were similar to the prisoners living in prison cells in the mortal world, doing repetitive and hard work every day, with blank eyes and no hope.

Zhang Feiyang didn't want to go to such a place, nodded firmly, didn't want to say anything, and his mind had already drifted to the consideration of how to complete this mission.

Song Cuifu saw that he looked like he was in his chest, shook his head, turned around, jumped lightly on the edge of the cliff, and climbed a small tree growing obliquely on the cliff, suddenly turned around, sneered at Zhang Feiyang again, and then jumped up and walked towards the peak of the cliff like walking on the ground.

Zhang Feiyang gritted his teeth with hatred, but he didn't dare to attack, even if he didn't want to be affected by her, he still couldn't prevent it at the last moment, as if he had rushed to a critical attack, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his mood was difficult to calm down.

Because, just when Song Cuifu turned around and smiled at him, she left a light sentence.

"That's right. Small stammer. There's something I forgot to mention. If you can't complete the task this time, it won't just be you and your alchemy department who will be unlucky at that time. I'm going to be unlucky, too. So, if you really don't finish it, don't participate in any martial arts competitions in the future, and stay in the field department with peace of mind for the rest of your life. ”

This passage is tantamount to firmly binding the success of this mission with the major event of whether Zhang Feiyang can participate in the martial arts competition and be promoted to an inner disciple.

How could Zhang Feiyang not understand?