Peerless Soul Emperor

"Kid, you are also an alchemist? Do you have the association's logo? " Two young men in Daoist robes stopped Ye Feng and said disdainfully.    

    

Ye Feng was only sixteen years old. If it wasn't for his extraordinary clothes, they would have thrown him out a long time ago.    

    

A sixteen year old alchemist was absolutely impossible! Putting aside the requirement of an alchemist's spiritual energy, a sixteen year old martial artist reaching the Profound Soul Stage was already a huge joke!    

    

"I'm not an alchemist, I just want to borrow the Association's Alchemy Room!" Ye Feng automatically ignored the other party's expression and said indifferently.    

    

The two of them immediately showed a look of disdain and scolded, "The Alchemist Association is not a place for you kids to play. Get lost!"    

    

One of them had already revealed a powerful aura, an early Yellow Soul Stage Major Heavenly Grade expert.    

    

Of course, he was not an alchemist, he was just a gatekeeper!    

    

The situation here attracted the attention of a few people in the hall. One of them walked over, wearing a white Daoist robe, with two inscriptions carved on his chest.    

    

A second-grade alchemist!    

    

"What's going on? Whose child is this?" Although Ye Feng was as tall as him, his young face could not hide his age.    

    

The aura emitted from this alchemist was different from that of an ordinary person. It was extremely dangerous to restrain himself!    

    

A Profound Soul Stage Minor Heavenly Grade expert!    

    

This was the first time Ye Feng had come into contact with Profound Soul Stage Expert. His powerful mental strength was restrained to the extreme, and he could not help but feel nervous.    

    

"Elder Han, this child said that he wants to borrow the Alchemy Room. I am currently handling it!" The two disciples immediately smiled and said.    

    

An elder! The corner of Ye Feng's mouth curled up slightly. He took out a piece of white paper from his pocket and waved it in front of Elder Han.    

    

"What kind of crappy thing is this? Little guy, get lost, or else I won't be polite anymore!" That disciple clamored. Then, Elder Han slammed his palm onto that person's face.    

    

"Keep your mouth clean. He's not someone you can offend."    

    

Elder Han looked at the white paper. After reading the delicate handwriting, he was slightly shocked. His attitude towards Ye Feng also calmed down.    

    

The person who was beaten was a little dumbfounded. He obediently stepped aside and thought, Isn't he just a little kid? What's so great about it!    

    

On the white paper, it was shockingly Qingke's recommendation letter. Qingke represented the power of Soul Empire, so naturally no one dared to look down on her.    

    

And to be able to get a recommendation letter from her, it meant that this person was even more terrifying!    

    

Elder Han warmly welcomed Ye Feng in and said, "Young Master borrowed the power of Alchemy Room. According to the rules, you have to pay 100 Soul Stone once. But since you have Boss Qing's recommendation, then this fee is waived!"    

    

"If you need anything, you can ask the Alchemist Association for help at any time. Please!"    

    

After passing through a few corridors, the air was suddenly filled with a hot air. After sending him to a separate Alchemy Room, Elder Han turned around and left.    

    

However, that warm feeling from before had disappeared completely. Sixteen years old, Yellow Soul Stage alchemist, hehe! It was just a joke!    

    

He only thought of this seventh young master of Ye family as a child playing house! Pill refining? What a joke! Letting him in was just giving Qingke some face!    

    

Ye Feng naturally did not have the mood to fuss about so much. In the middle of the dozen square meters of Alchemy Room, there was an ancient looking Pill Furnace, and there were more than ten fire holes in the ground.    

    

The reason why it was difficult to refine a pill was not only because of the many stringent requirements of an alchemist, but also because of his control over the Pill Fire.    

    

At the critical moment, if there was even the slightest deviation in the control of the Pill Fire, all of his previous efforts might have been for naught.    

    

Ye Feng did not have the experience of refining Medicine Pill, so he could only adjust the size of the flame according to the records on a pill formula.    

    

There was a star disk beside the Pill Furnace, and the needle on it could be twisted to adjust the size of the Pill Fire.    

    

The flames used by the Alchemist Association all came from the depths of the earth, and the temperature was incomparably high.    

    

Ye Feng twisted the two needle holders, and the two fire holes under the Pill Furnace started burning, burning the Pill Furnace until it was completely red.    

    

He took out the required herbs from the Sumeru Ring and placed them in front of him. There were more than a dozen of them.    

    

After that, he tried to concentrate his mind power on the flame. He carefully sensed and tried to use his mind power to control the size of the flame.    

    

He extended his other hand, and the true qi in the Qi Pool in his Zifu flowed along his meridians and slowly poured into the flame.    

    

On his forehead, three fire attribute Profound Martial Mark flashed with a red light. It was only after half an hour had passed that he was able to control the flames as he pleased.    

    

He was using his mental energy and true qi to control the flames!    

    

This was the most basic skill of an apothecary. An ordinary apothecary might not be able to control the flames at will even after a day!    

    

However, with the support of his powerful spiritual energy, it only took him half an hour!    

    

Following the pill formula, Ye Feng placed the herbs in front of him into the Pill Furnace to refine.    

    

Under the scorching heat, the medicinal herbs slowly shed off the residue and turned into a ball of silver-white liquid that wiggled with gurgling sounds.    

    

After refining a dozen or so herbs into liquid, even Ye Feng was somewhat unable to endure it. He swallowed two recovery Medicine Pill in succession before he could persist.    

    

Some black matter was slowly extracted from the silver-white liquid and swallowed by the flame.    

    

Only after refining the black dregs would the remaining medicinal liquid be the purest. The duration of this process depended on the experience of an apothecary and the control of the flame!    

    

After more than two hours, Ye Feng finally finished purifying all the medicinal herbs and began the final step of the fusion!    

    

Half an hour later, accompanied by a loud bang, the Alchemy Room was filled with foul smoke and miasma.    

    

In front of Ye Feng, the Pill Furnace was pitch black. The medicinal liquid residue splashed everywhere.    

    

"F * ck! The furnace exploded! Cough cough! My Medicine Pill and medicinal herbs were all gone just like that?"    

    

Ye Feng touched the residue on the ground and wanted to cry but had no tears. Sure enough, being an alchemist was the richest profession in the world!    

    

"No, let's do it again!" After tidying up, he began another round of pill forging.