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Regarding the news of Mu Bai's soul imprint, the villagers' mood was very complicated.

"He is still not a child of our tribe …"

"What's the use of carving a flower?"

"Sigh, luckily we still have Hai Chen, otherwise …"

"What a pity."

Nine years ago, Hai Ya had carried Mu Bai back to the tribe in Tao Sea and discovered that he was born with a powerful soul. He believed that this child had been bestowed upon him by the tribe's ancestors and had been raised with all the strength of his clan.

But he failed.

The tribesmen's words fell into the ears of the tribe's Head. He did not try to stop them, but he firmly believed that Mu Bai would not disappoint the tribe.

Wu also couldn't figure out what was the use of carving a pear flower. However, he thought that Mu Bai would definitely not disappear from the face of the earth. Even if Mu Bai was unable to continue on the path of cultivation, he would still swear to use his fists to protect his brothers and their tribe.

Soon, the new year arrived, and the other children all failed. The atmosphere within the tribe was stifling, and the snow began to crush the pine trees.

Ling wanted to see Mu Bai anxiously, but this innocent and cute girl also felt the pressure from the tribe.

The fire in the ancestral room jumped, Mu Bai lowered his head and stood in front of Clan Lord, like a child who had made a mistake. He felt guilty, not daring to look at Clan Lord, not daring to see the disappointment in his clansmen's eyes.

"Child, your path has just begun. You might not be able to become a Soul Cultivator, but you can become a powerful pill refiner. With your talent in Groundwood Soul Imprint and Spiritual Sense s' control, you can concoct precious pills that are comparable to ordinary medicine."

Hai Ya fumbled around and took out a pill from his pocket, which emitted a dark glow.

"This is a Soul Reversal Pill, it's extremely precious. When a second level early stage Soul Cultivator runs out of soul energy, as long as he takes one pill, he will be able to instantly replenish his soul energy and reach the peak of his battle prowess. "

Mu Bai stared straight at the Soul-Returning Pill in Clan Lord's hand. Listening to Clan Lord's story, he felt incredibly shocked.

"Your first soul imprint is' Grass and Wood '. Then, you can step onto the path of an alchemist. Alchemists are extremely rare, and only large tribes or sects are qualified to have them. Refining pills for their disciples will allow their cultivation to improve by leaps and bounds. "

"In this world, there are not only Soul cultivators, Divine Cultivation s, body cultivators, but also alchemists, blacksmiths, talisman craftsmen and Sacrificial Array masters. They are collectively called Warlocks …"

Hai Ya slowly described the vast world of cultivators on this continent.

"The Ancestral Spirit Emblem is a powerful Divine Beast. They will often choose to walk the path of a Soul Cultivator and cultivate their soul power alone. Of course, there were also people who chose to become a Divine Cultivation, specialized in training in spiritual force, and did not draw any other soul imprints. As for the Ancestral Spirit Mark, it was made of metal, wood, and stone. The practitioner would choose to become a Warlock and continue to copy the other metal and wood spirits, using the Spiritual Sense s to control the Forging Equipment. Naturally, there was no lack of mutants. There were also some among the Warlocks who chose to continue visualizing the spirit of the beast in order to gain more power and combat prowess. However, everyone's potential was limited, and it was difficult to have both. "You have to think about this. Are you going to be a pure pill refiner?"

Listening to Clan Lord's story, Mu Bai's heart became more open and bright. He knew that the road ahead wasn't blocked, but there was an infinite possibility.

Winter passed, and spring arrived. The fog in the tribe was swept away, and the tribe was brimming with vigor. The sounds of children chasing and fighting could be heard, and the sounds of laughter could be heard from time to time.

The fact that Mu Bai chose to concoct pills was not known to ordinary clansmen. The appearance of an alchemist would undoubtedly propel the rise of a small tribe. As he grew up, there was a risk that he would be killed at any moment.

There were no pill furnace, no earth fire, and no pill formulas in the tribe. Clan Lord was also worried and left the tribe in a hurry before his injury could heal.

Fortunately, there were a lot of herbs stored in the Witch Doctor's Sea, so Mu Bai started to learn about the medicinal properties of the herbs. Mu Bai had a tough personality. Plus, his talent was quite good. He remembered all the herbs in the tribe in a few days, "Ginseng tastes good, it can replenish energy, quench thirst and replenish saliva, and adjust nutrition." Astragalus nature temperature, sweat to fix the surface, petrous muscle, Qi deficiency. "Bleeding, warming up, strengthening the spleen and stomach, relieving diarrhea and removing moisture, and dispelling phlegm …"

After mastering the medicine, Hai Yi instructed Mu Bai to make some common soup. Coincidentally, it just so happened to be a warm spring recovery. Many clan members suffered from osteopetrosis. Coughing, coughing up blood and five hearts were troubled with fever. These were the symptoms of kidney yin deficiency and raging fire.

Mu Bai stewed it with Mystical Ginseng, Pill Skin and Red Peony Root. He distributed the medicinal soup to his clansmen, who recovered in a few days.

Very soon, the clansmen were all injured from hunting, injured to the point of having a headache and fever. They all asked Mu Bai for medical treatment, and after the treatment, they were all full of praise.

'Since the herbs can be used to concoct the soup, then I can refine the medicine into a pill … ' Mu Bai was deeply touched by Clan Lord's Soul Restoration Pill. Looking at the shiny black medicinal pill in his hand, Mu Bai pondered non-stop, "The key to refining the pill is to refine it!"

Mu Bai had been training in the forest for a long time. Naturally, he remembered that there was a fissure in the ground beneath the cliff at the back of the mountain. Those were the scars left after the collision of Tao Sea and the continent. From time to time, the lava would churn and churn before flowing back into the sea.

Without further ado, Mu Bai sneaked into the Ancestral House. He remembered that there was a broken cauldron in the Ancestral House. It was dark and inconspicuous, with a few holes that were especially eye-catching. It was no longer disliked when it was used to refine pills.

Arriving at the bottom of the cliff, the moonlight danced in the night sky. After placing the black caldron in a small crack on the ground, Mu Bai used the method of boiling the soup. He put the ginseng, crusts, and red peony into the cauldron one after another and boiled them.

Several hours later, Mu Bai was roasted until his entire body turned red. Even though the entire cauldron of soup was much thicker, the burnt smell was getting stronger and stronger. People as patient as Mu Bai all covered their mouths and noses with their hands as they coughed non-stop. Their tears were coming out and their faces became a mess amidst the smoke and fire.

"Hey, you brat! Stop quickly! You're using this senior to make soup?" An illusory old man appeared from the black caldron, he pointed at Mu Bai's nose and cursed, "You beggar, how did you end up in your hands!?"

Mu Bai stopped coughing and didn't understand what the old man was talking about. He just remembered the words "make the soup".

"No, grandpa, you're wrong. I'm concocting pills, not soup..."

"What?" Pill refining? Could it be that after sleeping for a few years, I have fallen out of step with the times? "No, no matter how bad it is, the pill has to be refined and not stewed!"

The old man thought for a while, then became angry, and his expression kept changing. Mu Bai had no idea what to do, so he could only stand there and look at him.

"That little thief Wu, little beggar, show me your pill formula!"

"I don't have a pill formula …"

"What pill are you refining?"

"I'm not sure, I know that it can cure bone steaming. The effect is very good, all my clansmen say that …"

Mu Bai wanted to continue. That was the first big thing he had done in the tribe, and he was very proud of it.

"Alright alright, alright, stop talking. What nonsense are you talking about?" Remember, I am a Soul Treasure, a powerful battle weapon. When smashing someone, I am like smashing a mountain.

"But I need a pill furnace to concoct pills …"

"Whose silly child is it, your family doesn't have any pill furnace. "Which tribe are you a beggar from?"

"I'm not a beggar, I'm a member of Northern Sea Tribe, my name is Mu Bai!"

"Truly an unworthy descendant, a fool like you actually came out with Northern Sea Tribe. Didn't anyone teach you how to forge pills? We do not have the pill formulas, nor do the pill furnace s. Fortunately, you are not stupid enough to place me on the table to cook. "

"No one in our tribe can concoct pills …"

"What did you say?" With such a large Northern Sea Tribe, there was actually no one who knew how to refine pills? Could it be that after Ancestor Haizedao disappeared, his Northern Sea Tribe did not drop to such a pathetic state?! "

In the great battle between Ancestor Haize and the Celestial Realm over twenty thousand years ago, with his Great Perfection, he was able to fight against the three Great Immortal Kings and fought a great battle for several months. In the end, even the top Soul Treasure was destroyed. After more than twenty thousand years of slumber, the black caldron's artifact spirit finally woke up.

"That little fool Wu, don't just stand there. Hurry up and bring me back to the tribe. However, do not tell anyone that I have awoken! "

The old man pointed at the black caldron that was still reeking of smoke.

"Are you saying that you are the black caldron?"

"Nonsense, this sovereign is the rarest and most powerful Supreme Cauldron in the world … "An artifact spirit!"

After failing to successfully refine the pill, Mu Bai was in a depressed mood. At the same time, he had to constantly listen to the crazy old man's boasting, making him speechless.

Even though he was crazy and talking nonstop, Mu Bai was still impressed by the old man's skills. He appeared quietly and disappeared without a trace. It was amazing. After returning to the tribe, he greeted his clansmen. Not only could they not see the old man, they could not hear his nagging, and he was so annoyed that he was about to go crazy.

"What a decline!"

"Falling …"

"There's actually not a single cultivator!"

Mu Bai retorted and told him, that Uncle Head was a soul cultivator of Level Two Peak, but was instead cursed even more fiercely, "Unfilial descendant, a dignified Head, so he's actually a second rank soul user …"

Mu Bai was speechless, I don't want to talk anymore, so that I don't have to keep talking.

"Hey kid, you're so rude to the ancestor. Don't you know how many years it's been since I last spoke? "I'm so suffocated …"

Mu Bai still didn't answer.

"It's too declining. How can I have the face to meet Haize when I'm waiting for my life to return to the Loess Plateau …" No, I want to do something! After all, I am an artifact spirit that is rarely seen in this world! "

Seeing that Mu Bai was still indifferent to his bold words, the elder became furious.

"Hey, kid, did you hear what this sovereign said? This daddy will teach you how to refine pills!"

"Many thanks, Royal Elder!"

The reason why Mu Bai didn't say anything was because he was waiting for Mu Bai to say something. This coupled with the fact that he had addressed the ancestor as "Ancestor" caused the old man to be extremely emotional. He started to cry, "I have the responsibility of cultivating the descendents of Northern Sea Tribe …"

"Pill refining is to use Spiritual Sense to control the herbs, to control the temperature of the fire, and to refine the herbs into juice in the pill furnace. This step is crucial, the moment the Spiritual Sense is careless, the herbs will be burnt into charcoal. When Haize had just started learning alchemy, he had often made my entire body black. Uh, it was because of the black pill furnace. I only agreed to temporarily be your pill furnace because I saw how pitiful you were … "

Artifact Spirit Ancestor never stopped talking. However, from the looks of it, he did not know much about pill refining. It was nothing more than that Ancestor Haize had used it to practice when he was young.

"Could it be that even the mighty Divine Crow cannot change the crow's nature?"

This was the first time Mu Bai thought of the ancestral spirits of the tribe. However, he quickly suppressed it and focused on controlling the concocting of the herbs.

"Wa brat, watch out, you're going to get burned! "Oh, how stupid you are, you've been muddled five times!"

Mu Bai was a little inattentive, and the Mysterious Ginseng had turned into a pinch of dust. His face was flushed red, and of course, it could have been from the grilling of the lava.

"Come, come again, don't rest. Among all the young people that this sovereign has been educating, none of them are as stupid as you." "Stupid and lazy …"

"Ancestor, I've roughly remembered the method. How about you go to the side and cool off first?"

"I'm not afraid, what can this little magma do to me!" Hm? You actually find me annoying! "You unfilial son, I will hit …"

Artifact Spirit Ancestor slapped Mu Bai's head angrily. Wu Tie scratched his head and did not feel anything.

Although he failed five times, Mu Bai had already grasped the art of refining Spiritual Sense's medicine, he just wanted to try out the different results.

Mu Bai placed the remaining Profound Ginseng into the cauldron. Mu Bai's hand was like a thousand strands of silk, and the Profound Ginseng floated up and down in the cauldron. In less than ten breaths, it had melted into a puddle of pale yellow liquid that flowed at the bottom of the black caldron.

"Hurry up and hit Red Peony, continue refining!"

Artifact Spirit Ancestor seemed to be very satisfied with Mu Bai's successful refining of the Xuan Ginseng. At least it meant that he was not teaching a fool.

Perhaps it was because of some ordinary herbs, but they were all refined into juice in less than ten breaths. The red, yellow, and white juices mixed together and blended together, emitting a refreshing aura. Mu Bai's forehead was already covered in sweat, the Spiritual Sense had suffered a huge loss.

"Hurry up, don't slack off. Condensing the medicinal juice into a ball can ensure that the medicinal properties of the pill remain unchanged. This is also a crucial step in the late stage of pill forging!"

Mu Bai clenched his teeth and followed the order. In a short while, there were three embryonic forms of pills inside the black caldron. As for him, he had already collapsed from exhaustion.

"Alright, next is to warm up for a moment. This kind of trash pill, will be nurtured with my rare Soul Treasure, my ears … "

Artifact Spirit Ancestor would grab any opportunity that he thought was appropriate and would continue to talk endlessly.

"Ancestor, do you have any other hobbies?"

"Yes. I'm a male, and I like girls. But are you a woman? Speaking of which, it had been tens of thousands of years since he last touched a woman. Back then, he had fought against Ancestor Haize everywhere, those girls were so pretty. It's all good, I don't like bear Human Clan, it's tasty, I can't stand it … "

Artifact Spirit Ancestor seemed to have immediately smelled the smell of the female bear Human Clan and grimaced, as if he was about to vomit.

Mu Bai finally understood Artifact Spirit Ancestor's power, so he had no choice but to stay silent.

"What are you thinking? If you don't learn well, your imagination will go wild when I tell you about the girls and you! "Hurry up and take away that piece of broken iron from this sovereign. The pill is complete!"

When Mu Bai heard this, he immediately forgot all his fatigue. He stood up and opened the black caldron, and a rich medicinal fragrance assaulted his nostrils, "This is the pill, I really did it. Grandpa Clan Lord, I did it …"

Even though he didn't consume it, Mu Bai knew that just by looking at the medicinal properties, a single pill was more than ten times stronger than a pot of soup.