The black Alchemy Furnace stood there like a prehistoric beast. Inside, flames churned as the Medicinal Materials turned to ash, leaving behind a single drop of medicinal liquid. This was the refined essence, but it was still quite turbid. It was only the first extraction; with each subsequent refinement, the liquid would grow purer.
Qin Xingchen's fingers danced, controlling the flames for a second extraction as the crowd watched patiently. Time ticked by. One by one, herbs were tossed into the furnace, enveloped by fire, and refined. The entire process was methodical and orderly.
"So amazing!" Even some of the second-tier Alchemy Masters in the hall couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. They noted that Qin Xingchen's hands were incredibly steady, his control over the flames flawless. The whole process flowed like water, possessing a certain elegant beauty that was pleasing to watch.
