hao Feng’s control of the flame was extremely strong and the small flame was spread out evenly on the furnace.
As time passed, a faint medicinal smell wafted from the furnace.
Zhao Feng would occasionally add a few more coals to maintain the flame and although he wasn’t familiar with controlling the flame, it was natural for him.
This was because his left eye was precise and he could control his inner strength well.
For a full 2 hours, Zhao Feng still casually controlled the flame. This made Yun Mengxiang’s expression change slightly, she hadn’t expected Zhao Feng’s inner strength to be so dense and thick.
If it was her, her inner strength would’ve been depleted.
“Using every bit of power to its precise use. He’s reached mastery at controlling the flame.”
Yao Yun sighed, his skill in controlling the flame could already be compared with some older pill masters.
At this time, Yun Yao couldn’t help but admire old man Guan’s eyes. Zhao Feng was indeed a prodigy in pill making.
Pill making asked for precision, especially in flame control.
Two hours later, Zhao Feng’s inner strength had slowly faded away and the flame extinguished.
The remaining heat from the furnace still made the furnace give off a medicinal smell.
Zhao Feng sniffed it and he found that it did indeed belong to the blood pill. Its smell right now was tens of times stronger than before since because it had just been made.
After waiting for a while, Zhao Feng tapped his finger in the air.
Pah!
From the furnace jumped up tens of blood red pills.
This was the last step, opening the furnace.
One had to time when to open the furnace. If it was too early, the pill may not have solidified yet and if it was too late, the pill’s size might be too large and crack. Under that situation, the pill might explode and destroy the entire pill refining room…
Shua!
Zhao Feng waved his robed and grabbed the tens of red blood pills with his hand.
“Let me see the success rate.” Yun Yao said while smiling.
Success rate?
Zhao Feng paused, but he soon remembered what this meant.
When a batch of pill was made, there was always a success rate. For example, of ten pills, there might be only 5 pills successfully created, the others would either be trash pills or ungraded pills.
Zhao Feng handed over all the pills to Yun Yao.
“It can’t all be ungraded and useless pills, right?” Yun Mengxiang laughed.
At this time, she saw that her auntie’s face was solemn and full of shock.
“Thirteen blood pills, 1 perfect pill, 4 excellent, 6 normal and 2 others which are slightly below the standard of normal but still in the normal category.”
Yun Yao couldn’t help but take in a cold breath: “If the requirements aren’t strict, this is a 100% success rate.”
100%!
Yun Mengxiang’s face had turned pale fright like she had been frightened. Then, she and Yun Yao looked at Zhao Feng with complex emotions.