"Report to the head, Confucius and Miss He Mengji are studying elixirs." The guard replied.

Ye Xiong didn't expect that He Mengji was here too, so he was a little surprised.

However, it is normal to think about it carefully. He Mengji used to be his alchemist, but since she did not have the guidance of a famous teacher, she has always used wild ways to refine alchemy. Now she has the opportunity to learn from an orthodox alchemist. She will definitely not give up such a good opportunity.

As soon as I walked into the alchemy room, the air inside suddenly became very hot.

There are three large cauldrons in the middle of the alchemy room, which are the alchemy furnaces. The two alchemy furnaces are empty, and only one is used.

An old man in his fifties, with a snow-white beard and bald hair was standing next to He Mengji, and the two were discussing something.

Behind the two, several Dan boys stood, listening.

Ye Xiong walked over and several Dan boys saw it and quickly saluted.

"I've met the leader."

"Meet the head."

"You're welcome." Ye Xiong walked to He Mengji and smiled and said, "How about it, have you squeezed Master Kong's alchemy dry?"

"I have become the head of the sect, and I still speak so imprudently." He Mengji reminded.

Ye Xiong laughed dryly before then walked to Confucius and said, "The name of Confucius has been heard for a long time and has never had the chance to come and see it. Today I finally have the chance to come and see it."

"What's so good about it? Isn't it just a bad old man?" Confucius breathed out a sip of alcohol as he spoke.

Ye Xiong frowned. This guy was refining elixirs and was even drinking.

"Master, you may not know that I have a bad habit of Lao Budian. The more I drink, the more I become more energetic I become when I was there. When the Three Qings were there, he was the most familiar with my temper." Confucius said.

He was covered in alcohol, with a red nose and a smile on his face.

Ye Xiong could not associate an alchemy master with such an old drunkard.

The Confucius he imagined should have a serious face, a heroic spirit, and a very rigorous one. Could it be that he had found the wrong person?

But he is the only one here who is the old man, and there is no one except him.

"The more you drink, you will refine your alchemy and spirit. Are you messing with a three-year-old child?" Ye Xiong denied his attitude and then smiled: "You can drink wine, but you can't be excessive. Be careful of safety."

"Look, this sect is very good at speaking." Confucius laughed loudly, looking like an old fried dough stick.

"You guys first refine the elixirs, and after you have refined it, I'll come to talk to you."

After saying hello, Ye Xiong stood aside.

Two hours later, a furnace of elixirs was refined, with a total of more than fifty pills.

From the outside, these elixirs are of good quality, but their grade is too low, and they are only suitable for taking at the fourth level of Qi refining. They have little effect on cultivators above the fourth level of Qi refining.

Confucius' current method of firewood alchemy still uses ancient methods, which is not much different from He Mengji's use of industrial fire.

But the firewood is refined, which is purer than using fire for work.

"Confucius, do our sect have higher-level elixir recipes?" Ye Xiong asked.

If Confucius were only of these levels, he would be disappointed.

"The Qi Gathering Pill is suitable for the fourth level of Qi refining, and the Breakthrough Pill is suitable for the fifth level of Qi refining. Even if it is the recipe for the Immortal Pill that breaks through the peak of Qi refining, I have it, but it is useless. Those are all spiritual medicines that are against the sky. Can you find such a spiritual medicine in the place where birds on Earth do not poop?"

Ye Xiong went to find Confucius with questions.
Chapter completed!