I was just making up techniques... how did all of you become Emperors?

Chapter 229: Golden-Winged Eagle King: Damn It, You Really Pulled It Off

"You actually recognize this item? Then you should know what to do with it, right?"

Chu Feng kept playing with the Fire Crystal Stone in his hand, thinking to himself: Never expected that old thing, the Jiuyang Half-Saint, would actually drop quite a few treasures.

Hope I run into that old thing again—no, not an old thing. He's clearly my personal treasure courier.

The little Fire Spirit nodded enthusiastically. With this Fire Crystal Stone, it could assume a spiritual form. At that point, its power would rise to another level entirely.

"Godfather, please accept your child's bow."

???

Chu Feng didn't expect this guy to pull something like that.

He quickly spoke, "Stop right there—do all you heavenly flames play it this wild?"

The little Fire Spirit responded with a trace of confusion, "Isn't this what you humans like? Back when I was in the Fire Cavern, I often heard people say things like 'a teacher for a day is a father for life.' Those younger ones liked to call their elders master, and some even said godfather."

"..."

Chu Feng's face darkened. "You're not allowed to call me godfather. Just call me lord from now on."

"Understood, lord."

The night passed uneventfully.

The next day, Chu Feng—as usual—waited in the courtyard for Fang Mu's arrival.

As always, Fang Mu arrived full of energy and immediately began asking Chu Feng questions about pill refinement techniques.

After answering each question, Chu Feng said, "Xiao Mu, you are the worst disciple I have ever taught."

Fang Mu felt a chill in his heart. Could it be that Master was going to expel him?

Chu Feng continued, "Do you know why I say this?"

Fang Mu shook his head. In his own view, his perception and talent were not lacking. Just by secretly observing, he had learned the Wang Clan's techniques and became a cultivator—far stronger than most of the collateral heirs in the clan.

Chu Feng turned to the floating little Fire Spirit. "Xiao Huo, show him a bit of what you've got."

"Yes."

After the reply, Chu Feng brought out an inconspicuous hundred-year-old medicinal herb and a cauldron.

He had originally planned to use the herb for brewing wine, but couldn't find better materials for the little Fire Spirit's demonstration, so he settled for this.

Soon, everyone witnessed a scene that left them stunned: the little Fire Spirit was controlling the heavenly flame entirely on its own and began refining pills.

An hour later, the pills were finished.

Two low-grade spirit pills. Seven waste pills. A standard furnace typically produces ten pills per batch, so some failure is expected.

Silence. The entire courtyard fell deathly still.

Chu Feng smiled. "Brother Diao, how about you give us your thoughts?"

"Damn it, you really pulled it off."

The Golden-Winged Eagle King spoke helplessly, "What more can I say? This Turtle Spirit Earthfire gave birth to a Fire Spirit—that alone puts it on par with a Spirit Nurturing cultivator. Judging by this one's form, it's no weaker than a Path Union cultivator. In your hands, it wouldn't be surprising for it to display Nirvana-level power."

"Still, I've lived for over a thousand years, and this is the first time I've seen a Fire Spirit refine pills on its own. Even that brat Cao couldn't pull this off, but you did."

Chu Feng instinctively asked, "Did Senior Cao have such an idea in the past?"

The Golden-Winged Eagle King replied, "Indeed. But in the end, he still chose to refine pills himself."

At this point, Fang Mu was utterly numb.

He never imagined that his pill refinement skills wouldn't even compare to a lump of fire. The arrogance he had built up over time vanished without a trace.

Even so, he had no intention of giving up. If he lost a master like this, he might never escape his slave status for the rest of his life.

Fang Mu braced himself and respectfully said, "Master, please give this student another chance."

Chu Feng never actually intended to expel the boy—he only meant to push him a little.

He spoke, "Since you now recognize your shortcomings, then go train harder. Remember to read the Tao Te Ching a few more times tomorrow to cultivate yourself. If within the next half-month you can reach entry-level skill in Spirit Flame Pill Refinement and produce medicinal paste, I will teach you a basic method to cultivate spiritual consciousness."

At the moment, Fang Mu had yet to step into the Dao Foundation Realm and had never practiced any divine sense techniques. He was still incapable of forming pills in the cauldron—producing medicinal paste was already his limit.

"This student will give it his all."

Fang Mu's eyes grew resolute as he spoke.

After exchanging a few words, he left the residence. As soon as he stepped outside and glanced at his deflated money pouch, he decided to borrow some silver to buy more herbs.

Over the past few days, purchasing materials had drained most of his savings. If he failed to produce medicinal paste within half a month, he wouldn't just face abandonment by his master—he'd also fall into debt.

In the days that followed, Fang Mu devoted himself even more earnestly to studying pill refinement.

Half a month later.

As the medicinal aroma wafted from the cauldron, Fang Mu's heart leapt into his throat.

"Out!"

With a loud command, Chu Feng watched as a ball of medicinal paste, roughly the size of an adult's fist and rich in fragrance, flew from the cauldron.

With just a glance, he determined that the medicinal strength contained in the paste was equivalent to two low-grade Body Tempering Pills.

"Not bad. You've passed."

Upon hearing this, Fang Mu's face lit up with joy. He gave a deep bow. "Thank you, Master, for your guidance."

"Ding. Student Fang Mu has reached entry-level in Spirit Flame Pill Refinement. Rewarding host with Spirit Flame Pill Refinement—Perfection Level."

Chu Feng's lips curled slightly. He thought to himself: This bug exploit worked nicely. With just two disciples reaching entry level, I've already achieved mastery in Spirit Flame Pill Refinement. Now comes harvest season.

He retrieved a pre-engraved jade slip from his storage ring and handed it over.

"This contains a divine sense cultivation method. Once you reach the minor accomplishment stage, you'll be able to extend your divine sense outward. At that point, you'll be able to divide pills with it—no more lumps of paste like this."

"Thank you, Master."

After receiving the jade slip, Fang Mu asked, "Master, can I eat this medicinal paste?"

Chu Feng replied, "Naturally. But it's best to divide it into two portions. That way, it's equivalent to having two low-grade Body Tempering Pills."

Upon hearing this, Fang Mu's eyes brightened. If he sold those two pills, he could recoup most of the money he'd spent over the past days. So refining pills really was a lucrative path!

Seeing him silent, Chu Feng spoke, "That's it. I've taught you all I can. There's no need for you to return tomorrow."

The moment those words fell, Fang Mu's heart sank. He immediately dropped to his knees with a thud. "Master's teachings shall never be forgotten. Please, Master, tell me your honorable title, so I may one day seek you out again."

Chu Feng took a jade pendant from his waist and held it out to him. "If within ten years you comprehend Minor Fate, channel your divine sense into this pendant. It will then reveal its true form. At that time, you'll know who I am and naturally know where to find me."

"Thank you, Master."

Fang Mu bowed three times toward Chu Feng, then received the jade pendant…

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