Jing Feng was dumbfounded to hear Yang Wei's words.
When did he suddenly become so rich?
She had still recalled that he was extremely poor, almost to the point that he can't even afford a single cultivation technique.
"Where did you find all these medical herbs?" Jing Feng asked.
Yang Wei flashed a mysterious smile as he remained silent.
Seeing this action of his, Jing Feng couldn't help but feel annoyed at him.
After all, any lies he spouts would be easily detected by her. Thus, Yang Wei has decided to keep silent whenever he doesn't want to answer her.
"Fine, keep it a secret to your grave," Jing Feng snorted coldly as she began arranging her own medicinal herbs.
"Jing Feng, I can lend you some herbs if you want to. After all, I have way too many to count." Yang Wei said cheekily.
"Hmph, no thanks. One good alchemist does not need to rely on their alchemy furnace or great ingredients."
"Agreed, but without good herbs, the chances of creating a good pill will be decreased."
"Then we shall see about that."
Sometime later, Jing Feng began activating her alchemy flame as she heated up her cauldron.
Feeling the familiarity of the process, Jing Feng managed to find her safe haven again.
It has been a long time since she was able to refine an alchemy pill as she was always worried about Yang Wei during his disappearance.
Not to mention, there were way too many events upcoming when he returned, causing her to have little to no time to refine a pill in a relaxed manner.
"This is much more like it..." Jing Feng muttered. Being able to refine carefreely without any distraction is the kind of life she wanted.
At the same time, they created numerous barriers around the building, hoping to minimize the destruction that would be caused by the pill lightning.
Meanwhile, back in Jing Feng's courtyard, both of them were increasingly close to see the pill forming into a spherical shape.
"Jing Feng, looks like I will take the win in this one." Yang Wei said cheekily as he slammed his palm on the ground.
With a swoosh, the pill within Yang Wei's furnace flew out to the sky as it shone brightly.
Just when Yang Wei was getting cocky about his pace, Jing Feng's voice suddenly resounded.
"I don't think so, Yang Wei."
Slamming her palm down, Jing Feng revealed to Yang Wei that her pill had long been formed and she was merely suppressing it to shock him.
Yang Wei twitched his brow.
"It seemed like you wanted a battle at the pill lightning instead huh." Yang Wei mumbled.
Jing Feng nodded her head.
"Forming a pill is easy, but we all know the real challenge is to have the pill survive the ferocious pill lightning."
"You're right, Jing Feng. Then let's see who will get the most radiance and pill mark out of the two of us."
"Heh, then make sure to watch carefully."
Jing Feng smirked as suddenly injected the pill with her spiritual qi, shocking Yang Wei for her action.
"What is she doing? Wouldn't that harm the pill?" Yang Wei muttered in confusion.
"This little lass... she's trying to increase the density of the pill now with that ancient technique?" Meanwhile, inside the Pagoda, Fan Ping was utterly shocked to see Jing Feng attempting this technique.
"How did this world still know how to do something like increasing the pill density and rank at its final pace?"
As Fang Ping and Yang Wei tried to find an answer, Jing Feng was creating a huge thunderstorm with her sudden action.
The pill lighting that was originally surrounding her pill intensified as it detected the pill rank is changing rapidly.
'Hopefully, I can finally master this technique after years of practice...' Jing Feng thought.