Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

0The reason why apothecaries were so rare was because pill forging required a high level of comprehension and a high amount of time. The degree of understanding one required was different, and the success rate of pill forging was different. In other words, the success rate of a good apothecary was 40%. In other words, ten sets of ingredients could be considered an expert if one was able to produce four sets of pill forging. The low success rate of pill forging was only 10% or 20%. It could be seen that the number of herbs required to support an apothecary was innumerable. It could be said that the profession of apothecaries was a profession that burned money.    

    

Feng Yimo intended to use the spiritual herbs in the vast herbal field to practice alchemy! Although he had memories of his previous life in his mind, alchemy was a skilled occupation. Experience alone was not enough. He had to go through practical training to slowly improve his alchemy skills.    

    

"Greetings, Family Head!" As the two were talking, Feng Qishaan's voice came from outside. The two immediately knew that the Family Head was here. They hurriedly pushed open the door and welcomed the Family Head.    

    

"Mo, how's your rest?" Feng Jihui strode over. When he saw Feng Yimo, he revealed a kind smile.    

    

"Yes, my grandson slept very well. Thank you for your concern, grandpa." Feng Yimo bowed.    

    

"Good. Mo, you have done a great service for the Feng Family. Not only have you saved hundreds of acres of Fuling Grass, but you've also stabilized the market. I've just received news. Moth infestation in other places, too, due to a lack of preventive measures. There's a large scale extinction, according to reliable sources. The price of Fuling Grass has already increased by 30%, and it's estimated that it will continue to increase! " Feng Jihui seemed very happy. He had a conservative estimate that the price of Fuling Grass would at least double. In other words, the price of the Blood Revival Pill would be even higher, so the Feng Family's harvest this year would far exceed that of previous years.    

    

"Then congratulations Grandfather!" Feng Yimo said with a smile.    

    

Feng Jihui nodded. He had the demeanor of a general. Unfortunately, he was born with leakage. He couldn't cultivate, or else he would be properly nurtured. He would definitely become a great figure. Feng Jihui felt sad when he thought about his grandson not being able to cultivate. There was a look of pity in his eyes. He said, "Mo. Grandpa has been very busy lately, and that day when I taught you the Nine Astral Wind Mantra, you practiced it yourself. Come and ask me if you don't understand anything. Right, Grandpa asked someone to build a small building in the herbal field. "Usually, you cultivate here. The spiritual energy in the herbal field is richer."    

    

Feng Yimo could feel his grandpa's care and care for him. He was touched. He could guess how his grandpa was feeling right now. Other than loving him, he felt more sympathy for him. That was why he wanted to make up for it.    

    

"Thank you, grandpa!" Feng Yimo said.    

    

"We're family. You're welcome!" Feng Jihui led Feng Yimo to look at the building. On the way, he asked, "Mo, how did you know that the Sun Snow Butterfly can restrain the bugs? Do you know that the Snake Fragrance Wood could attract the bugs in the ground?"    

    

"Mother didn't teach me any cultivation techniques, but she let me read a lot of books. I have read a lot of books about herbs since I was young, so I naturally know about all kinds of pests." Feng Yimo nodded.    

    

"Oh? You also know herbs. What herbs do we have in our herbal field?" Feng Jihui was interested and wanted to ask Feng Yimo about it.    

    

"Yes, I can only recognize 37 types of herbs here. They are Fuling Grass, Dihuang, leprosy, Qizi Bai, and Baixiang Fruit. Feng Yimo said the names of the 37 herbs in one breath. In fact, he could recognize all 65 types of herbs in the herbal field, but if he said all of them at once, it would be too shocking.    

    

Even so, the way Feng Jihui looked at Feng Yimo changed. When he thought of his grandson's physique, his heart ached even more. It seemed that his grandson had talent in herbs. If he lived in the herbal field, he would definitely extend his life. In the future, he would have more time to accompany him.    

    

As they spoke, the two of them came to the busy construction site. The foundation was completed. In order to isolate the moisture, the floor of the wooden building was one and a half feet high. The workers were installing pillars. One pillar was two feet in diameter and two feet long. It was very difficult for the two workers to lift it.    

    

When the two of them came, two workers happened to carry a thick pillar up. Because the first floor was one and a half feet high, the worker in the front had to step on the first floor. The workers in the back could only follow. Just as the worker in the front stepped on the first floor, the wooden floor broke with a cracking sound.    

    

The two of them lifted the huge pillar and immediately tilted it down. As long as they landed, the worker in the front would definitely be injured by the heavy pillar. Feng Yimo's hands were fast. He dashed forward and grabbed the pillar with both hands. He held the pillar firmly and let the worker in the back leave safely.    

    

Seeing Feng Yimo's actions, Feng Jihui was very satisfied. This meant that his grandson had a kind heart that was compassionate to the people. It was very good that he could sympathize with these workers. However, he immediately realized another problem. This pillar weighed at least 200 pounds. His grandson was a mortal. He was only 15 years old. How could he hold onto him?    

    

When Feng Yimo put down the pillar and came back, Feng Jihui asked, "Mo, Are you full of strength and strength?    

    

Feng Yimo nodded and said, "Yes, my mother made me soak in a kind of medicine since I was young. Every time it hurts, but my mother won't let me out. She persisted for more than ten years. If my mother wasn't killed, then... I think we should keep going. That's why I've been stronger than other children since I was young. "I can easily pick up something that weighs 200 pounds." This was nothing more than an excuse. In the mother's heart, It is more to let him live the life of an ordinary person than to let him cultivate.    

    

Feng Jihui understood now. Although his daughter did not impart the cultivation technique to her grandson, she had put in a lot of effort for this son of hers. She had used her own unique method to temper her grandson's body. She hoped that her son could grow up healthily and put in a lot of effort for her son.    

    

Thinking of his daughter, Feng Jihui felt dejected. He stayed for a while and then left.    

    

Feng Yimo explained all kinds of unreasonable phenomena with all his actions. He believed that his grandfather would no longer have doubts about him in the future. This way, he could openly carry out his next step of plan.    

    

A day later, the small building was built. Feng Yimo and Feng Xinping moved to the herbal field to live. The one who was most happy was Feng Xinping. He was a diligent person. In such a good environment, he naturally had to cultivate with all his strength. Anyway, it was very safe here, so he didn't have to worry about Young Master Cousin's safety.    

    

Feng Yimo preferred to be alone. Other than cultivating for two hours sooner or later, he spent the rest of his time using Divine Senses to grind away the Golden Core Cultivators on the Storage Bags on the Divine Sense Imprints. Because the two of them were Cultivator of the Golden Core Period, the Cultivator of the Golden Core Periods were much stronger than him. Although the two of them had died several days ago, the Divine Senses had not completely dissipated and could not open the Divine Sense Imprints. Hence, he needed to grind them down bit by bit.    

    

s, one belonged to the Absolute Soul Sect's Wu Shang. The other one was the Golden Core Cultivator of the Chu Country Imperial Family of Hundred Flowers City. Both of them were Golden Core Cultivator, so there must be a lot of treasures inside. Feng Yimo was very excited when he thought about it, so he sped up his pace.    

    

What he hoped the most was that he could find one or two Storage Bags in the Storage Bag. Since he had decided to concoct the Storage Bags, Apart from all kinds of herbs, the most important thing was naturally the alchemy furnace. Although he could concoct pills without alchemy furnaces, it would take a lot of effort to do so. It was something that he was unable to do at the moment. Other than that, he still needed to find time to find the source of the fire. One of the prerequisites for refining pills was fire. The quality of the fire and the strength of the fire were directly related to the quality of the pills. There was a ranking system for alchemists. Naturally, there were grades for pills as well. They were divided into low-grade pills, middle-grade pills, high-grade pills, and top-grade pills.    

    

The same alchemist would use different sources of fire to concoct pills, and the quality of the pill he concocted would also be different.