The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal

Soon, the liquid in the cauldron turned into residue, and then, as there was no extinguishing of the fire, it continued to be roasted, starting to emit a burnt smell.

“Are you sure you shouldn’t put out the fire?” Li Jiaojiao muttered.

Wang Ping An answered seriously, “The critical moment is now, I cannot stop!”

While speaking, he maintained the gentle fire, continuously stirring the gradually blackening medicinal residue until the black ash in the cauldron was sublimated by the high temperature and scattered with the wind.

The residue in the cauldron became less and less.

But just at that moment, an astonishing phenomenon occurred!

The surface of the black cauldron suddenly formed a layer of shiny substance, emitting a fresh fragrance. Wang Ping An extinguished the fire, immediately rinsed the cauldron with water, and washed out all the shiny substance, pouring it into a jar for filtering and settling.

“Quite interesting!” Mo Ying whispered.

Ye Feng also nodded secretly.

During their time at Yunhua Sect, everyone had witnessed alchemists performing alchemy. Though the process was entirely different from Wang Ping An’s, in the end, they obtained that kind of medicinal essence full of the fragrance of medicine.

The settling continued for fifteen minutes.

Wang Ping An heated the cauldron again, poured out the washing water from the cauldron after settling it, leaving only the semi-dry medicinal essence. He poured it back into the cauldron, stirred it a few times, then placed it into a special wooden box, shaking it continuously.

Then, nine light blue elixir pills appeared!

“Is it a success?” The crowd was astonished.

Wang Ping An stretched out his hand, placed the nine elixir pills above his palm, ran a spell, used his own spiritual fire to temper them, causing a spiritual glow to appear on the surface of the elixir pills, and the last of the impurities were driven away.

A rich medicinal fragrance began to spread.

Finally, after an hour of effort, Wang Ping An placed nine pure and flawless elixir pills on a tray, presenting them to Ye Feng.

“Master, they are finished, nine Lower Grade Cultivation Qi Pills.”

Wang Ping An said cheerily.

Upon hearing the word “Master,” Ye Feng quickly tactically leaned back and took out a white bone sword.

“Mo Ying, check the quality of these elixir pills.” Ye Feng gestured to Mo Ying with his mouth.

Mo Ying extended her snow-white slender hand, picked up a Lower Grade Cultivation Qi Pill, her spiritual sense entered it, and her gaze changed slightly, saying, “Indeed, it’s a Lower Grade Cultivation Qi Pill, and its purity is at a full ten out of ten, a master-level technique.”

“Really?” Ye Feng’s breath hitched.

Finding a disciple who could perform alchemy was truly delightful!

However, Wang Ping An had the “Ancestor-Ending” physique, staying in the Misty Sect was no problem, but he couldn’t be acknowledged as the disciple of anybody, or else, that would be sending the person straight to heaven!

Considering this, Ye Feng coughed and said, “The quality of the elixir pills is quite good. From today on, you are the fourteenth disciple of our Misty Sect, for the time being, among the Registered Disciples. Once you complete the assessment task, you will be able to advance to the outer disciples.”

“Thank you, Master… Sect Leader!”

Wang Ping An was overjoyed and hurriedly knelt down. Seeing Ye Feng raise the white bone sword, he quickly corrected himself from “Master” to “Sect Leader.”

“From today on, this sect leader establishes the first sect rule, that is, no one is allowed to call me ‘Master’!” Ye Feng held up the white bone sword high, ready to chop down anyone who dared call him Master.

The disciples all looked towards Wang Ping An.

Wang Ping An shrank his neck and said, “Master… Sect Leader, I won’t say it again in the future.”

Snap!

Hearing him say that, Ye Feng felt gratified, quickly registered Wang Ping An’s personal information, and stamped it with the Sect Leader’s Seal.

“Ding, Registered Disciple ‘Wang Ping An’ received, Lower Grade root bone, Qi Refinement third stage, naturally born King of Pills, proficient in alchemy.”

The System sounded a prompt.

King of Pills?

He had stumbled upon a treasure!

Ye Feng’s breath hitched, then he became extremely happy.

…

Demon City.

Dong Dongqiang sat cross-legged in an underground cavern.

Boom!