7: Chapter 7: Refining the Body Tempering Pill 7: Chapter 7: Refining the Body Tempering Pill “Genuine, guaranteed!” Mo Wangchen nodded without hesitation, his face appearing sowhat cocky.
Of course, all this was his deliberate disguise.
After all, in the eyes of everyone in Fangtian City, he was still a wastrel.
If he suddenly changed, that would indeed be strange.
“So it’s the Young Master of the Mo Family.
I wondered who had such deep pockets.” Fang Mu snorted coldly, looking at Mo Wangchen disdainfully.
He had naturally heard of the reputation of the other party.
Besides being a wastrel, he was also unable to condense a Spirit Vein, a re failure.
If soone else ntioned buying herbs for fun, Fang Mu might still be skeptical, but when it ca to Mo Wangchen, he had no doubts at all.
Wasn’t this precisely the sort of thing only a wastrel would do?
Seeing the disdain in his opponent’s eyes, Mo Wangchen shrugged indifferently.
The more Fang Mu looked down on him, the more it proved that his disguise was successful.
He asked, “The herbs have been bought, but do you have any Pill Furnaces for sale at the Alchemy Pavilion?”
This was the crucial point!
Without a Pill Furnace, rely buying herbs would an Mo Wangchen should use them to grow flowers.
Pill Furnace?
This second generation actually planned to try alchemy himself?
Fang Mu’s heart was filled with more disdain.
The profession of alchemist, even with guidance, was not sothing everyone could beco.
Let alone teaching oneself, which was simply impossible!
Especially for this wastrel Young Master who idled his days away.
Moreover, Fang Mu had also seen the list of herbs Mo Wangchen purchased just now.
It was nothing but a random mishmash, and he hadn’t seen any alchemy recipe that was mixed like this.
However, the Mo Family still had so significance in Fangtian City.
The Family Head, Mo Xiaotian, was an expert in the Spirit Transformation Realm.
Moreover, every month, the Mo Family bought many pills from the Alchemy Pavilion to nurture their clan mbers, so there were business dealings between the two sides.
Master Lin Qing might not fear a Mo Family, but Fang Mu’s weight was still lacking.
Although he looked down on Lin Feng, he didn’t dare to throw him out of the Alchemy Pavilion.
“We don’t sell Pill Furnaces, but there is a room designated for Guest Elders of the Alchemy Pavilion to practice alchemy.
It contains a Pill Furnace that you can rent for half a day if the Young Master wishes.” Fang Mu coldly sneered.
If you’re loaded, I’ll make sure you spend well!
“How much to rent for half a day?” Mo Wangchen asked without hesitation.
“Thirty thousand Gold Coins!” Fang Mu looked at Mo Wangchen as if he were a big spender.
“Sure!” However, to his surprise, Mo Wangchen nodded without hesitation right after he quoted the price.
Fang Mu was stunned, not expecting the other party to agree so readily.
After a cold snort, he told the servant behind him, “Withdraw thirty thousand Gold Coins and return the remainder to Young Master Mo.”
The servant imdiately nodded, surprised as well.
He hadn’t expected that today’s lavish spender would be the most notorious wastrel in Fangtian City.
Without delay, he counted out the thirty thousand Gold Coins and then returned the bag to Mo Wangchen.
Mo Wangchen took the bag without looking at it and stored it in his Storage Bag, then asked Fang Mu, “I want to use the Pill Furnace now.
Take there.”
Fang Mu said nothing, turned directly, and led Mo Wangchen to the second floor of the Alchemy Pavilion.
Soon, after entering a certain room, a half-man-high Pill Furnace appeared before Lin Feng’s eyes.
“You only have half a day.
Of course, I don’t think the Young Master can last that long,” Fang Mu said coldly.
With just those three herbs, it would indeed be miraculous to produce a pill.
And for soone like Mo Wangchen, who had never touched alchemy before, those herbs might be wasted in less than the ti it takes for a stick of incense to burn.
“Anyway, I’ve rented this place for half a day.
Even if I sleep inside, it doesn’t concern Master Fang Mu, right?” Mo Wangchen shrugged indifferently, clearly understanding the underlying aning of Fang Mu’s words.
“As you wish!” Fang Mu couldn’t be bothered with more pointless chatter.
He felt that talking so much to this wastrel Young Master was beneath him.
Who would be foolish enough to spend thirty thousand Gold Coins to rent a place to sleep?
Probably only the notorious wastrel of Fangtian City could do sothing like that!
With that, he turned and walked out of the room, making sure to close the door behind him.
Only after Fang Mu left did the expression of a second-generation wastrel disappear from Mo Wangchen’s face, replaced by a calm deanor as if he despised all beneath him.
It was reminiscent of when top powerhouses from the continent begged him for pills in his past life, and he had regarded them with disdain.
Shortly after setting the fire under the Pill Furnace, Mo Wangchen without hesitation dropped a portion of herbs into it.
At that mont, Fang Mu stood outside the door, listening intently.
He had just left the room and wanted to see how this wastrel Young Master would attempt alchemy.
Boom!
Suddenly, a dull explosion echoed, accompanied by a scorched dicinal scent wafting out.
“This failure indeed destroyed a set of herbs imdiately!” Fang Mu sneered.
He knew what that sound ant; Mo Wangchen had just thrown herbs into the Pill Furnace, exploded them due to his lack of understanding of the alchemical techniques, and failed to control the heat.
Fang Mu was secretly pleased, thinking he’d really scamd Mo Wangchen today.
Seeing the other party ruin the first set of herbs, he lost interest in staying any longer and left soon after.
Inside the room, Mo Wangchen widened his eyes in surprise, “What the heck!
What a lousy Pill Furnace!
It’s absolute trash!”
Speaking disdainfully, he continued, “I’m used to high-level Pill Furnaces, and using this junk all of a sudden is indeed uncomfortable.
The herbs were destroyed as soon as I put them in—what a pity…”
He shook his head with a wry smile, and then once again took out a set of herbs, tossing them confidently into the Pill Furnace.
This ti, with the experience from before, Mo Wangchen was incredibly cautious.
Although the Pill Furnace was awkward to use, with his past life’s expertise in Alchemy Dao, he quickly managed to handle it.
However, another explosion resounded, and Mo Wangchen couldn’t help but curse loudly, “Failed again!”
“Just one step away, but this body’s perception is ridiculously weak!
Even for the most basic Body Tempering Pill, I failed twice—it’s utterly shaful!”
Holding the half-completed Waste Pill in his hand, Mo Wangchen felt humiliated.
As the fad Pill Saint, he had sohow failed twice in creating a Body Tempering Pill.
“It seems that to craft higher-level pills, I must enhance my own strength.
With this perception, it’s totally inadequate…”
After a sigh, he took out the third set of herbs, “Now I’m familiar with this Pill Furnace’s structure and aware of my current perception’s limits.
With a bit more care, I should succeed this ti.”
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