"Out of the furnace!"
Shen Ye called out.
The flame in the furnace abruptly extinguished, several pills flew out, landing in Shen Ye's hand.
Upon a closer look, these pills were pitch-black, emitting a charred heat and faintly carrying a hint of medicinal fragrance.
Inferior Tranquil Spirit Pills.
"It seems that I still need to practice my techniques more."
He muttered to himself, storing all the pills in a gourd, then with a movement of a Hand Gesture, he once again ignited the fire within the Pill Furnace.
Another batch of materials was tossed into the furnace.
A morning passed.
Shen Ye finally depleted his Spiritual Power and had to sit down cross-legged to rest for a while.
About an hour later,
his condition somewhat recovered, and he began Alchemy again.
— He had already revealed his Blade Technique.
The fact that he possessed such strong Blade Technique proved that beneath his ostentatious exterior, he had a serious and enterprising heart.