Chapter 92: Making Pills

Lu Zhen slowly inhaled and exhaled as he slowly gathered qi and converted it into wood qi.

Slowly, he opened his eyes as he shook.

"Finally, I have recovered 28% of my qi, and now I can strengthen my qi again." Lu Zhen said as he stretched his body.

He unexpectedly felt light, and as he casually jumped up.

Lu Zhen felt his body filled with power as he casually made a grabbing motion.

Whosh!

A green light flashed as the wall cracked slightly; it was barely visible and superficial at most, however Lu Zhen could still see it from his super human eyes.

"Hmm, just these 2% of my strengthened qi allowed me to crack a wall with just my qi from a distance of about ten metres?" He was shocked.

Since he had only strengthened 2% of his qi, only that much could come out of his body; however, he was a little shocked to find that just this meagre amount of qi could already bring out power.

"Now I know how terrifying second-stage martial artists are." Since Lu Zhen had never seen a second-stage martial artist fight, he had no idea about their strength.

However, he knew that he would get squashed like a bug since the fully refined qi of a martial artist could attack him even from a distance.

It was like comparing a gun and bare fist fighting each other.

"For the remaining time, I should practise some alchemy. I wonder what I would get after practising demonic qi?" He wondered as he left his training room.

"Young master," Little Lily bowed gracefully to Lu Zhen as she held a book in her hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Young master, are you the one who left this book on my table, replacing the other exercise?"

Lu Zhen entered his simple alchemy room.

"It's time to do alchemy." He rubbed his hands, as he somehow always felt a little excited when doing alchemy.

However, he had a little plan in his mind.

"Let's try to make pills," he thought to himself as he took out all the necessary ingredients required to make them.

He had always been curious about why only first-stage martial artists or higher could make pills, and martial artists lower than first-stage martial realm couldn't make them.

Lu Zhen wanted to experiment himself.

The ingredients for the pills were quite similar to the paste Lu Zhen had made, and the ingredients were incredibly common, with the age of the herbs only needing to be slightly older and more potent.

Lu Zhen flipped open the book and double-checked the ingredients, ensuring that everything was in order.

He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the task ahead.

"Let's start," Lu Zhen thought as he began the process of extracting the materials carefully. A soft green light surrounded him as the herbs floated up slowly.

An orangeish liquid started to emerge from them, smoothly falling into the container Lu Zhen had placed below the herbs. The extraction process was both smooth and efficient.

Lu Zhen remained focused and careful as he continued the procedure. To his surprise, he noticed that almost all the herbs were extracted smoothly, and the process was even quicker than before.

"Hmm, my stronger qi must be the reason it's faster, but..." Lu Zhen shook his head and proceeded to light the fire for the cauldron, placing all the ingredients into it. He slowly closed the lid and began the process of shaping the liquid into spherical pills.

Closing his eyes, Lu Zhen touched the cauldron carefully, preparing the pills. The fusion process for pills was a bit different from paste.

While for paste, he primarily had to concentrate on trapping the medicinal properties without letting them burn through his qi, making pills required an extra step. He needed to combine all the extracted liquid into a solid, ball-shaped form.

Lu Zhen's mind worked tirelessly, making countless calculations as his eyes flashed with determination. He could sense the pill forming inside the cauldron. Yet, he remained alert, carefully monitoring the process by sending his qi into the cauldron.

Suddenly, Lu Zhen's eyes widened in as he quickly took backed away while he had a peculiar expression on his face.