Alchemy Academy, Alchemy Pavilion.

"Who is that, wipe it quickly, don't look around!"

A yellow-robed young man pointed angrily at a gray-robed handyman disciple, scolding and instructing him like a general fighting a war. Although it was not his responsibility whether the handyman disciple wiped the scriptures or not, the feeling of instructing others in this way was very clear.

Enjoyable.

As an official disciple of the Alchemy Academy, it is normal for him to look down on these untalented handyman disciples.

The gray-robed handyman lowered his head without any protest and quickly wiped the volumes of alchemy scriptures. When the yellow-robed young man went to the second floor to select scriptures, he raised his head and revealed a handsome face.

This face was full of disdain and contempt, "What a show, after I secretly learn these alchemy scriptures, I can still become an official disciple!"

This handyman disciple is named Wu Feng. He is sixteen years old. His parents died early when he was young. When he was thirteen years old, he was entrusted to the Zhuyin Sect. Due to his mediocre qualifications, he was assigned to the Alchemy Academy by the Zhuyin Sect and became a

He became one of the lowest servant disciples.

The so-called handyman disciples are those who specialize in doing chores such as diving, chopping firewood for cooking, washing clothes for formal disciples, and other menial tasks.

As for formal disciples, they only need to concentrate on cultivation every day and do not need to waste time on these mundane things.

Seeing that there was no one around, Wu Feng immediately stopped wiping, took out the "Basics of Alchemy" book in his arms, and read through it carefully.

"In alchemy, we pay attention to the three-in-one combination of fire, furnace and materials."

"Match each other, integrate with each other, absorb each other..."

Wu Feng watched with great interest. Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps. He was immediately startled and immediately stuffed the scripture into his arms and continued to wipe the scripture carefully.

"Be careful and don't look around." It turned out that the young man in yellow robe had selected the scriptures and was about to leave the Alchemy Pavilion. "If the scriptures can't be wiped clean, what's the point of thinking about it?"

Wu Feng lowered his head and seemed to listen submissively.

When the young man in yellow robe saw this, he nodded with satisfaction, said, "You can teach a boy," and walked away.

After Wu Feng watched him go away, he curled his lips, knowing that entangled with such a person would only waste his time.

He took out the scriptures again and happily ran to the darkest corner of the Dan Jing Pavilion. Even if someone came in, they would not see him immediately.

"What is this?" Wu Feng was about to squat down when he suddenly saw a dark object at the corner between the two bookshelves, which seemed to be a stone.

The Alchemy Pavilion is often cleaned. Only Alchemy Scriptures are kept here. Why are there stones?

Wu Feng lowered his body and reached out to touch it. His tentacles were cold and smooth, and seemed to be an oval stone. He exerted force with his fingers and immediately grabbed out the black stone.

"Huh?" Wu Feng looked at this thing. It was not a stone. It was clearly a mask, just like the kind worn by actors on stage.

However, this mask has been here for who knows how long, and it is covered with cobwebs and dust, making it dirty.

"What crap, are there people singing in the alchemy courtyard?" Wu Feng took a casual look at it and lost interest. He threw it at his feet and cleaned it up when he left later.

He continued to read the scriptures intently.

The sun sets in the west and it becomes dusk.

Wu Feng's neck was sore from looking at it. When he raised his head, he realized that it was already very late. He immediately put the scripture back to its place, then picked up the bucket and rag and prepared to leave. Halfway through, he remembered the dirty mask and immediately returned to Dan.

Take it out from the pavilion, throw it into the bucket and take it away together.

Returning to the residence of the handyman disciple, Wu Feng had no time to rest and immediately went to the kitchen to cook. Since he was a good cook, he was responsible for cooking.

The rest are responsible for chopping firewood, carrying water and other physical tasks. If some people have good knife skills, they can also get into the easy job of chopping vegetables.

After the meal was ready, Wu Feng and a dozen other handyman disciples stood quietly aside, waiting for the official disciples to finish eating and collect their bowls.

It wasn't until late at night that Wu Feng lay down on the bed. After a hard day's work, his whole body was sore and limp, and he fell asleep almost as soon as he lay down.

In the dead of night, a cold wind suddenly blew.

In the bucket at Wu Feng's door, the water flow suddenly turned rapidly, and a blue light floated out from the bucket. Fortunately, there was no one at the moment, otherwise his eyes would have been stunned.

I saw this suspended blue light emanating from a strange mask.

"Energy recovery is complete, start..."

"Lock the breath of life..."

The mask seemed to be a living thing. It suddenly flashed, jumped in from the window, and stuck to the sleeping Wu Feng's face.

"Identify bloodline, human race."

"Eligible."

"The soul is locked, recognize the master!"

A strange scene appeared. A scarlet light appeared on the mask, which actually stuck to Wu Feng's skin, slowly penetrated into it, and finally disappeared completely!

The night was deep, and it was as if all this had never happened, full of mystery.

…

"Wu Feng, Wu Feng!"

Before he woke up, Wu Feng heard someone calling him outside the door. He immediately got up reluctantly, opened the door and saw that it was his disciple who was working as a handyman with him, Zhang Xiaobiao.

"What's wrong?" Wu Feng looked unhappy and yawned.

Zhang Xiaobiao said urgently: "Go and change clothes quickly. Master Huang failed to make alchemy this morning and is angry. We are responsible for cleaning up. If we go late, we will definitely not get any good results."

"Master Huang?" Wu Feng was startled, woke up, quickly ran to the room to change clothes, and hurried away with Zhang Xiaobiao.

In the alchemy academy, Master Huang is one of the few authentic alchemists who can refine first-level elixirs. Even Houtian realm warriors must be polite to him and not dare to show any slights.

The two quickly arrived outside Master Huang's alchemy room. They saw the door open, and a yellow-robed Taoist sitting inside, with an ashen complexion on his face, looking at a cauldron of medicine with a gloomy expression.

There is a faint smell of burning in this medicine furnace, which obviously means that the elixir refining failed and all the materials were used up.

"You two, what are you doing standing around here? Come in and take care of it!" A young man in yellow robes yelled at Wu Feng and Wu Feng.

Wu Feng looked up and found that it was the young man he met in Danjing Pavilion yesterday. He frowned secretly in his heart, but his face didn't show any strange color. He ran to the room obediently, opened the medicine stove, and poured out the contents inside.

Remove the drug residue.

These residues are black and have a burnt smell.

"What a pity. If I had added less three drops of Lilanhua juice, I wouldn't have failed." Wu Feng looked at the residue and couldn't help but sigh.

"Well?" Master Huang, who was sitting next to him, had a flash of light in his eyes, stared at Wu Feng, and said in a low voice, "What did you just say?"

Wu Feng said: "I said, if only three drops of Lilanhua juice were used..." Just halfway through, he was stunned.

Orchid juice?

How do I know what Lilan juice is?

The young man in yellow robe next to him snorted coldly: "A handyman disciple, what do you know? Do you think your alchemy skills are better than Master Huang? Hurry up and get rid of you, or you will be kicked out of the alchemy academy!"

Wu Feng was startled and quickly lowered his head to pack it up.

Master Huang looked at the dregs of the medicine and pondered. After a moment, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he ordered the young man in yellow robe: "Quickly prepare another material, I want to refine it again!"

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Chapter completed!