Eternal Tranquility

Graded pills are extremely rare, not only representing the superb refining level of the alchemist, but also requiring some unfathomable luck. Even a master like Liu Qinghuan may refine ten furnaces of pills, but only one furnace can be of high quality.

Once it is of high quality, the medicinal power of the pill will be multiplied, and it is divided into heaven, earth, black, and yellow, with heaven being the highest and yellow being the lowest.

Although the Earth Dragon Pill is only a low-level pill, it is very popular among cultivators below the Golden Core Stage because it can directly improve cultivation. Now Liu Qinghuan is generous and took out a high-quality Earth Dragon Pill as a reward, instantly attracting the attention of all students in the school hall.

Dozens of clean and eager eyes looked at the stage, and saw Liu Qinghuan calmly took out three more wooden boxes and placed them on the table in front of him.

Liu Qinghuan has taught students before, but in the past, it was mostly one-on-one guidance, such as Jiang Nian'en when he was a child. However, it is the first time to teach so many people at once, and they are all teenagers.

These young men are the latest batch of students to be admitted to Senluo Wanxiang Academy. The last teacher who taught alchemy suddenly left the academy for some reason before they entered the school and has not returned yet, so most of them have not yet been exposed to alchemy.

Liu Qinghuan smiled and waved his hand gently. Three pills rose from the three pill bottles one by one. Without exception, they were crystal clear and shining brightly, looking quite extraordinary.

"Can anyone tell me what these three pills are... The fifth one in the third row, yes, that's you. I heard your loudest laugh in the whole room before I even entered the room. You come and answer." The young man looked very lively. He stood up and said confidently: "The purple one is the foundation pill, the emerald green one is the soul pill, and the red one... um, the red blood pill?" Liu Qinghuan waved to him and asked the young man to come on stage, saying: "No, the red blood pill is as red as blood, and the medicinal fragrance is rich, like a treasure or a pearl. And this pill is red with black, and the color is darker. If you get closer, you can feel a kind of hidden restlessness." He took the pill floating on the mouth of the pill bottle, put it in the young man's hand, and continued: "This is the broken yang pill, which can forcibly improve the cultivation level by one level. It can be used in battles with others or in critical moments. But the effect is only one incense stick, and it will be effective after that. Strength is exhausted, body is weak..."

After letting the boy feel it, Liu Qinghuan let him back to his seat and began to formally introduce himself: "My last name is Liu, you can call me Mr. Liu, from now on..."

Suddenly, a voice interrupted him: "Mr. Liu, the Earth Dragon Pill is still flying over our heads, can I catch it and have a look?"

"...The teacher who taught you the art of alchemy." Liu Qinghuan finished speaking, then looked at the tall and strong boy who spoke, and said lightly: "In the future, when you speak in class, you must raise your hand first, and you can speak only after my permission. You are a first-time offender, so forget it this time, and next time you will directly deduct points from the school."

The teacher who was just smiling suddenly looked a little gloomy, but his tone was not very harsh. The students below clearly felt that a strong aura enveloped the entire school hall, and it was instantly silent.

In fact, Liu Qinghuan did not release any pressure at all. With his cultivation, if he leaked a little bit of momentum, it would be enough to make these children who had just embarked on the road of cultivation collapse.

But some people are naturally approachable and dare not act rashly. Seeing that the students behaved well, Liu Qinghuan was slightly satisfied and said: "Let the Earth Dragon Pill fly first. If you want to catch it, you can try after class. But now we will start the formal class. Please open your textbooks and turn to page 5..."

Liu Qinghuan's teaching career in Senluo Wanxiang Academy began like this. He had three classes every ten days, corresponding to three groups of students with different levels of alchemy, and each group had dozens of people taking classes together.

But after a while, he found that there were more and more students in his class, and finally the class hall was almost full, and only students who chose alchemy as a secondary course could enter the hall.

"The students like your class very much, saying that it is lively and interesting." Leng Rui smiled. After getting along for a while, this serious female cultivator also became much more easy-going and occasionally came to him to discuss alchemy.

Liu Qinghuan also smiled and said, "These young kids like to use their hands more than their brains, so just let them actually make pills."

"Indeed, I often hear explosions in your hall." Leng Rui said, "Several pill furnaces are blown up in every class, but no one is injured. It's hard for you."

"Some pill refining processes are more dangerous." Liu Qinghuan said with great emotion, "When we learned alchemy, we all explored it by ourselves, and there were more furnace explosions. Now they have someone to teach them, which is much better than when we were there."

"Yes!" Leng Rui nodded in agreement and raised the pill bottle in his hand: "By the way, thank you for helping the clinic to make pills and helping to heal Mo Ji!"

"It's just a piece of cake." Liu Qinghuan said indifferently. Mo Ji's injury was considered to be a fundamental injury by others, but in his opinion it was actually not a big deal, because he had an advantage that others did not have, which was the Qingmu Qi full of original vitality.

"Mo Ji's injury needs to be healed slowly. Now he comes to my place every three days to soak in the medicinal soup. It should be almost healed in another month."

"Thank you!" Leng Rui thanked sincerely. It can be seen that she really cares about those students.

After sending Leng Rui away, he returned to his alchemy furnace and showed a thoughtful look.

After so many days, Liu Qinghuan gradually understood the meaning of what Qin Qing said. These days were too peaceful and peaceful, and it was easy to forget that this densely populated academy was actually an afterimage sunk in time. Be careful and you will get lost in it.

But some things in life reminded him all the time that this was not the real world.

For example, the elixirs and various spiritual materials refined here can only be used by people in this world, and he cannot use them himself.

Fortunately, there was no problem in making elixirs with the spiritual materials he brought, and he could still practice. Otherwise, he wouldn't know how to spend such a long time.

Liu Qinghuan thought that the time inside should not be synchronized with the time in the outside world. Otherwise, if he stayed inside for hundreds of years, wouldn't it be as if he had been missing in the outside world for that long?

The matter was a bit big, but he didn't have much choice now but to be more vigilant and look at his own shadow from time to time.

The shadow did not change, and the days in the academy were calm and lively. Liu Qinghuan finally had the opportunity to meet the three Mahayana monks who founded the academy, and then discovered that Taoist Huishan had a big problem, but Master Qingfeng had an even bigger problem.

Qingfeng, a sword cultivator, a sixth-level Mahayana monk, has a bright and generous temperament. However, he is one soul with two souls!