Hearing Zhao Hen's words, the maid was slightly stunned. It was not until she found that Zhao Hen's excited eyes were staring at the water orchid in the Qiankun bag that she quietly relaxed. She quickly greeted Zhao Hen and left the room. At this moment, Zhao Hen just waved his hand casually, and his mind was still immersed in the joy of obtaining the water orchid. Thinking about the time, Zhao Hen went to the depths of Jueyou Valley to search for water orchids but did not get a single one. But now, the Qiankun bag that Mo Yu gave him contains at least a dozen water orchids!

He searched for something without any effort. Perhaps only this sentence can best express Zhao Hen's current mood. Looking at the Qiankun bag given by Mo Yu, Zhao Hen hurriedly took out the Baoling Furnace, and immediately put a water orchid and several other medicinal materials into the alchemy furnace, and began to refine the antidote to treat the red-eyed demon bat.

These days, Zhao Hen's Baoling Furnace has also improved its quality in the daily process of refining pills. When Zhao Hen completed the antidote of the Red-Eyed Demon Bat, he was surprised to find that the quality of the Baoling Furnace had been improved to the intermediate and lower level. Seeing this, Zhao Hen was also very excited. For an alchemist, in addition to the alchemy skills, the one that can improve the quality and success rate of the pills refined is a good alchemy furnace. Although the current level of the Baoling Furnace is not good, Zhao Hen knew that only by improving the quality of this furnace can it make huge changes.

After refining the antidote of the Red-Eyed Demon Bat, Zhao Hen immediately took it. Three days later, all the poison of the Red-Eyed Demon Bat in Zhao Hen's body had been cleared. Not long after, Hong Libo, the great elder of the Longevity League, sent someone to inform Zhao Hen to go to the hall of the Longevity League to prepare for the Tianzhe Pill. Zhao Hen did not hesitate much, and immediately came to the hall with Yu Linglong.

After entering the hall, Zhao Hen met eight other fourth-grade alchemists and the great elder Hong Libo who were refining alchemy for Liu Changsheng. In his previous life, Zhao Hen's names were as well-known as the people present. When Zhao Hen was still a junior, these people were already well-known.

Seeing that everyone was here, Liu Changsheng did not talk about the topic of refining the Tianzhe Pill as soon as he opened his mouth. Instead, he took out a pot of tea and multiple tea cups, poured a cup for each alchemist sitting, and then solemnly ordered the slave to deliver the tea.

The fragrant tea soup presents a nearly turquoise color, like a quiet lake. The tea cup is not simple either. It is also a green and mouth-watering color. With the green tea soup, it looks like a whole piece of flawless jade.

He took the tea cup brought by the slave. Zhao Hen sniffed it gently, and a refreshing tea fragrance penetrated into his lungs. The faint fragrance of bamboo leaves made people feel refreshed. Just by this smell, Zhao Hen could feel a pure spiritual power inhaling from his nostrils, and his whole body was as if soaked in water. The cool feeling was conveyed to every pore in his body.

"I am free and have a little bit of a fancy, everyone, try the jade tea I made by myself!" Seeing that everyone had taken the tea cup, Liu Changsheng reached out and made a gesture to everyone. If outsiders saw it, it would definitely drop its chin. Liu Changsheng, who was at the peak of Mahayana, seemed to have never been so polite even when facing the heads of some ordinary sects.

Liu Changsheng spent almost most of his time busy practicing and basically had no extra time, but he was very passionate about tea ceremony. This jade tea was completed by him through many craftsmanship, which tasted very different from ordinary tea. He even injected spiritual power into the tea soup. Some monks with too weak cultivation could not taste it because they could not resist the excessive spiritual power in the tea soup.

The perfect combination of spiritual power with tea soup is also Liu Changsheng's most proud method, but he has always tasted it himself and rarely shared it with others. Now he has poured a cup of it for every fourth-grade alchemist present. It is the first time. As for whether it is because of the hope of his son's thorn evil body that Liu Changsheng is in a good mood, he treats everyone so politely. This is unknown.

However, Liu Changsheng did love the tea ceremony for ten minutes. The more obsessed with the tea ceremony, the more Liu Changsheng hoped that someone could appreciate his proud work. The fourth-grade alchemists present now brought the jade tea, but Liu Changsheng did not touch the cup in front of him, but looked at everyone nervously, waiting for everyone's evaluation. This kind of expectation has not appeared for a long time.

Zhao Hen, holding the jade cup, did not drink it all in one gulp like others, but held the cup first, then slowly put his lips closer to the mouth of the cup, and gently blew the tea soup, so that the tea fragrance in the cup slowly spread. Looking at Zhao Hen's expression of closing his eyes and smelling the tea fragrance carefully, Liu Changsheng became more and more anticipated. Zhao Hen's performance was completely contrasted with the vague reactions of everyone. He now urgently wanted to know Zhao Hen's evaluation of his jade tea.

Compared to the teas Zhao Hen savored in the Nine Heavens Realm, this jade tea has a unique fragrance that makes people want to drink. After Zhao Hen sniffed for a while, he then held the small jade cup and drank it gently. Suddenly, a stream of bamboo fragrance mixed with it, and at the same time it mixed with a light and transparent feeling filled the mouth directly, and then quickly spread to the depths of the lungs.

The huge spiritual power was released from the tea soup, cleaning the heart, and the charm lasted for a long time. However, Zhao Hen could not fully taste the fragrance of tea at this moment. The huge spiritual power released in the tea soup forced Zhao Hen to move the soul power in the soul to the limit to absorb and refine this terrifying spiritual power.

A flush appeared on Zhao Hen's face, and this scene fell into Liu Changsheng's eyes and suddenly realized. This jade tea was made of its own spiritual power, and even some Nascent Soul cultivators could not resist it. How could Zhao Hen, a junior in the Golden Pill Stage, bear it?

Thinking of this, Liu Changsheng's face changed slightly. Just when he was about to help, he saw Zhao Hen's face slowly returning to normal, and then he exclaimed with intoxication: "Good tea!"

After saying this, Zhao Hen immediately took another sip of tea. Immediately, Liu Changsheng saw Zhao Hen's face flushed again, and then recovered again. At this moment, Liu Changsheng didn't know how he should think of Zhao Hen, a fourth-grade alchemist in the Golden Elixir stage.

Although Zhao Hen's sincere admiration for jade tea made Liu Changsheng very happy, judging from Zhao Hen's current performance, he obviously surpassed any Jindan stage monk, making Liu Changsheng unable to make a clear judgment. Zhao Hen's excellence is not only reflected in alchemy and knowledge. Now it seems that even his strength is not comparable to that of the cultivator of the same level. Otherwise, how could he bear the powerful spiritual power of jade tea? It is extraordinary and not something in the pool. At this moment, Liu Changsheng only had these two words in his mind, and at the same time, he suddenly had a premonition in his heart that it seemed that it would be a lucky thing to invite Zhao Hen to participate in the refining of the Heaven-Slaying Pill this time.

"According to the pill recipe, everything has been prepared almost. Let's see what else is needed and put it forward together." Liu Changsheng met all the invited alchemists at this moment. After everyone tasted the tea, his face finally turned serious. He took out a pill recipe for the alchemists present to review one by one. This is a major matter related to his ascension, and there is no way to avoid any mistakes.

"There is nothing else, but is this Zhao Hen OK? Don't miss the big deal of refining the Heavenly Pill in refining!" When Liu Changsheng finished speaking, among the fourth-grade alchemists invited, an old man named Deng Chao stood up and stared at Zhao Hen suspiciously, with disdain in his eyes. Judging from Deng Chao's clothing, it should be the Danding Sect that comes from the boundary of the Dao Demon.

In Zhao Hen's previous life, he also knew a little about the situation of the Danding Sect. Among the boundaries of Dao Demon, the Danding Sect is the weakest sect. There is not even a Mahayana master in the sect, let alone the cultivators of other sects. However, the reason why the Danding Sect can stand firm on the boundaries of Dao Demon is that the Danding Sect is composed of alchemists, and there are many advanced alchemists in the sect. Because of the huge attraction of the Alchemist profession, it has attracted many major forces nearby and has received the support of powerful cultivators from all walks of life. Therefore, although there are no Mahayana masters in the sect, no cultivator dares to offend the Danding Sect easily.

After Deng Chao said this, no one of the fourth-grade alchemists present refuted anything. Although the attitudes towards Zhao Hen were different, one thing was the same, that is, contempt. How could a small Jindan junior participate in the refining of the Tiandan Pill?
Chapter completed!