Chapter 138 is released
"Let's start, son-in-law. Don't waste time. We are very busy and have many things to deal with!" Hu Shuo couldn't wait to see Chang Ping make a fool of himself.

After saying that, he glanced at the beautiful young woman standing next to him, and a trace of imperceptible greed flashed in his old eyes.

Even though he was a dying old man, he still liked looking at young and beautiful women.

Although he is old, his heart is not old.

Chang Ping turned his head and glanced at the old pervert, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Since Elder Hu Shuo wants to cool down sooner, then I will satisfy you!" Chang Ping didn't waste any words, and immediately urged the Holy Flame Demon Bear to possess his body, and a reddish-brown flame burned on the huge bear's paw.

Chang Ping pursed his lips and blew gently. Flames flew out from his palms and fell under the alchemy furnace, igniting the firewood and starting to heat the furnace.

"enter!"

With a slight shout, Chang Ping threw the first herb into the furnace, then used his soul power to close the lid in mid-air.

Under the high temperature, the water in the furnace quickly boiled and the herbs were cooked into a mush in a short while.

Through the perspective hole, Chang Ping saw that the time was almost right, and immediately used his soul power to open the lid, put in the second herb, and then closed the lid like lightning.

So back and forth.

Put all the herbs in, and when they are boiled into a thick paste, Chang Ping starts to circulate his soul power, letting it go into the furnace and stir the medicinal paste evenly.

Looking at Chang Ping refining the elixir in a hurry, Yang Xin narrowed her eyes and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Chang Ping's operation was skillful and his grasp of timing was accurate, which seemed to be the case.

However, if one wants to refine a high-quality Soul Gathering Pill, this operation is far from enough.

Hu Shuo sneered secretly.

He admitted that he had underestimated Chang Ping. Judging from Chang Ping's refining techniques and control of the temperature, Chang Ping was indeed quite capable, almost at the level of a junior alchemy master.

There is no problem in refining the Soul-Condensing Pill, but it is absolutely impossible to refine a good product, and a whole furnace of good products!

The two elders, Mu Yang and Hu Yanming, stood with their hands behind their backs and exchanged glances.

Mu Yang: I didn't expect that my son-in-law could actually make pills? I was wrong!

Huyan Ming: I guess he was taught by President Gu Yan himself, otherwise, considering his young age, it would be impossible for him to reach the level of a junior alchemy master.

Mu Yang: This boy has an extraordinary talent for cultivation. I didn’t expect that he also has a talent for alchemy. Perhaps this is what is called a genius!
Gudu Gudu!

The alchemy furnace made a sound like a kettle boiling, and the lid kept shaking as if it was about to fly off.

"Certainly!"

Chang Ping hurriedly used his spiritual power to seal the lid.

If the lid is allowed to fly up at this time, not only will the medicinal power leak out, but air impurities will also be mixed into the medicinal paste, which will lead to a decrease in the output of pills, a decrease in the purity of the pills, a decrease in the efficacy, and the occurrence of waste pills.

Bang bang bang!
The medicinal porridge was like a dying beast, rushing around in the alchemy furnace.

Fortunately, Chang Ping's soul power was strong enough to suppress it.

"Why is Chang Ping's alchemy the same as fighting a war?" Yang Xin couldn't help but speak up. This kind of situation had never occurred when she was refining the Soul-Condensing Pill.

"He wants to retain all the medicinal power of the herbs. There is nothing perfect in the world, and Chang Ping is a little too greedy. If he is not careful, it may cause the furnace to explode. You should stay away to avoid getting hurt!" Someone suddenly spoke outside the door.

Everyone looked back and found that President Gu Yan was approaching.

"President!" Yang Xin called out affectionately.

Gu Yan raised his index finger and placed it to his lips, signaling her not to speak. Now was the critical moment for Chang Ping to refine the elixir.

As time went by, Yao Mi's struggle gradually weakened and eventually disappeared completely.

In the blink of an eye, time had passed and it was thirty minutes past.

Everyone stared at the furnace nervously, especially Hu Shuo, whose palms were sweating.

"Done!" Chang Ping shouted, and circulated his soul power to divide the medicinal paste evenly into ten pieces. He first kneaded it into the size of a donkey dung ball, and then squeezed it 360 degrees into the size of a sheep dung egg.

"out!"

The lid is opened from a distance.

Whoosh whoosh!
Wrapped in Chang Ping's soul power, one black and shiny soul-condensing pill after another flew out of the furnace and fell into the jade bottle that Chang Ping had prepared in advance.

"President Gu Yan!" Chang Ping stood up, holding the pill bottle, clasped his fists to Gu Yan, and then presented the pill bottle with both hands, "Please appreciate it, President."

"Okay!" Gu Yan nodded slightly, took the pill bottle, and poured the ten Soul-Condensing Pills into his palm.

A strong medicinal aroma spread out, and everyone couldn't help but feel refreshed.

Everyone present had refined Soul-Condensing Pills before, and they could tell at a glance that the pill Chang Ping was refining was extraordinary.

They are black, shiny, plump, round and smooth, as beautiful as black pearls.

Moreover, the medicinal fragrance is much stronger than that of ordinary soul-condensing pills.

Gu Yan checked them one by one, with a look of surprise on his face: "All ten are good quality, Chang Ping, how did you do it?"

"Use it here!" Chang Ping raised his thumb and pointed to his heart.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Hu Shuo snatched the pill from Gu Yan's hand and examined it carefully, trying to nitpick and find some flaws.

Sure enough, the Soul-Condensing Pill refined by Chang Ping was perfect, without any flaws.

Hu Shuo's face turned red and white, and he didn't know how to end it.

Do I really have to keep my promise and shave my head?
Gu Yan snatched the Soul-Condensing Pill back from his hand, smiled and said, "Chang Ping was just joking with you, don't take it to heart, right Chang Ping." Gu Yan stuffed the pill back into the bottle and handed it to Chang Ping while winking.

Forgive others when you can. We all meet each other in the Alchemist Association. It will not benefit anyone to fall out with them.

"No!" Chang Ping did not give President Gu Yan this face. He looked at Hu Shuo jokingly, weighing the jade bottle, and said, "If you don't want to be shaved bald, it's fine. Give me the position of elder and you retreat to the second line."

When these words were spoken, everyone looked surprised.

"You wish!" Hu Shuo snorted coldly, took out a dagger from his space ring, and threw it to Gu Yan: "I'm willing to accept the bet and shave my head if I say so. It's cool in this hot weather!"

President Gu Yan glared at Chang Ping.

It was all over now. The two of them became enemies, and Chang Ping's carefree days in the Alchemist Association were over.

"Chang Ping, let's just forget it!" Gu Yan advised, holding a dagger.

Hu Shuo waved his hands and said, "We can't just let this go! If this gets out, everyone will think I'm a dishonest villain!" After saying that, he glared at Chang Ping with resentment.

Having said that, Gu Yan had no choice but to step down.

The hair on his body was given to him by his parents. Every time a strand of hair was shaved off, Hu Shuo's heart twitched.

You're going to pay for this, you little bastard.

Elders Mu Yang and Hu Yanming exchanged glances.

It’s over. Chang Ping is in trouble now. He has offended a villain like Hu Shuo.

Chang Ping didn't care. He bent down and picked up the hair that fell on the ground with a smile.

"What are you doing?" Hu Shuo widened his eyes.

"Keep it as a souvenir!" Chang Ping raised the old white-haired man in his hand and replied with a sly smile.

(End of this chapter)