Cultivation: I Can Add Descriptors To My Body

It was better for him to obediently make a fasting pill. Otherwise, he would not know how to face his cold master by the end of the month.

He had memorized all the pill formulas, and now he needed to put them into practice.

On the table, there were more than ten sets of medicinal herbs.

In this courtyard, the women from the other halls were responsible for the most basic of herbs. Because what he was refining was the most basic pill formula, it was not difficult to refine it.

Carefully, he placed the different ingredients into the furnace according to the prescribed ratio. Li Ming sat cross-legged and focused his mind. He placed his palm on the eight trigrams board and injected his spiritual power into it.

The bottom of the furnace was covered in a layer of faint red light. Li Ming carefully circulated the spiritual power in his body, his heart extremely nervous.

Two hours later, Li Ming’s forehead was covered in sweat.

He felt exhausted.

Maintaining a long-term and stable output of spiritual power was a big burden for him.

Damn it! Two hours later, the ingredients in the pill furnace had only dissolved a little. At this rate, the ingredients in the pill furnace would only fully melt in a few hours.

Thinking about how he would have to use up his energy for several hours, Li Ming felt that it was troublesome.

Two hours later, he was drenched in sweat.

At this moment, the spiritual power in his body was in a mess.

Puff!

Black smoke rose from the furnace, and a burnt smell filled the entire room.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. Without thinking, Li Ming withdrew the spiritual power in his body and sat on the ground, panting heavily.

He was sweating profusely. Firstly, he had consumed too much spiritual power. Secondly, he had been right beside the furnace and was as such roasted like a cooked prawn by the flames that shot out from the furnace.

He did not immediately start refining again. He only stood up with difficulty.

At this moment, he felt powerless and did not want to move at all.

He had never felt so tired before.

During the battle, he needed to gather all his spiritual power, and during the refining process, he needed to slowly exhaust his energy.

Even with his current strength, he could not withstand such an extended period of exhaustion. If he was not careful, all his previous efforts would go to waste.

In his opinion, any method of earning money was not that easy to do.

It was easier said than done to earn crystals!

He did not start refining immediately.

He did not have many resources on hand. If he wasted all of them, he would be extremely poor.

According to common sense, with his current realm, it should not be too difficult to refine a fasting pill.

After thinking for a long time, he remembered that it might be that he had not controlled his spiritual power well earlier, which lead to what happened.

After thinking for a long time, he finally meditated and adjusted his spiritual qi to its peak.

Then, it happened again.

A burning smell once again filled the entire room.

Li Ming panted heavily, sweating profusely.

The second time! This time, he held on for more than six hours before no longer being able to endure any further.

When he opened the lid of the furnace and saw a pile of black medicinal dregs, his mood immediately turned sour.

However, he was already exhausted. Other than looking, there was nothing else he could do.

He had thought that this was just a skill and not physical labor. Just one fasting pill was already so difficult. If he were to refine medicinal pills of higher grades, how much harder would it be?

This time, he felt even more certain that his initial guess was correct. He was not proficient enough in pill refinement. When he injected spiritual qi, he wasted a lot of excess spiritual qi.

Although he was already at the golden core realm and these pills were nothing to him, because he had just started refining pills, if he was not careful, he would not have enough spiritual qi to even refine a single pill.

According to the jade slip, it would take a total of 10 hours to complete.

This meant that he had to last at least 10 hours.

The speed at which his cultivation could increase was limited. The only thing he could do now was to increase his cultivation to a higher realm.

After a while, Li Ming’s breathing gradually calmed down, and his mind became clear.

Li Ming held the pile of fasting pills, his eyes filled with joy.

The fasting pill was as big as a longan. It was green and fragrant, making people want to swallow it at first sight.

Fasting pills were usually given to people who cultivated hard or were rich and powerful to save time.

This time, he did not start immediately because the fact that he was able to succeed this time meant that his train of thought was correct.

Therefore, he had to ensure his success rate.

There were only six sets of materials left, enough to make four bottles of fasting pills. In other words, he still had two chances of failure.

In fact, on his third attempt, he almost succeeded, but because of a small mistake, he failed.

His divine sense could help him observe the situation in the pill furnace and then he could make corresponding adjustments.

Divine sense is truly magical! Li Ming was delighted.

Other than pill refinement, he also modified some of his cultivation techniques. This way, he managed to save a lot more spiritual qi and greatly increase his efficiency.

He was very clear about his own strength. The use of divine sense was very great, but his experience was just too little. Even with the help of his divine sense, it could only play a very small role. However, even such a small change had benefited him greatly.

He wondered if he should find some time to check if there are any similar jade slips in the sect’s library.

After all, he was an inner sect disciple. He would be a fool if he did not make a profit!

He could not place his hopes on the master he got. He might as well do it himself.

After refining four bottles of fasting pills.

He returned to the stone room where he was cultivating.

These fasting pills were enough for him to use for a few months.

Li Ming was currently sitting cross-legged. A ball of stalagmite fire floated in front of him. In the milky white light, a faint yin fire bead was faintly discernible.

His hands kept forming hand seals, and traces of spiritual power poured into the flame.

The most important thing in refining this yin fire bead was not spiritual power, but his divine sense. He used his divine sense to control the flame inside the bead..