Furthermore, only with sufficient alchemy ingredients and going through many failures in performing alchemy, one could only improve oneself and become an even higher-grade alchemist, creating even higher-grade pills.
Fane flipped his palm and took out an assortment of alchemy ingredients. Then he took out his alchemy stove and began to create pills.
Time passed by very fast. Throughout the night, Fane tried to create the pills five times.
Unfortunately, not a single attempt was successful.
However, Fane had predicted this. Successfully creating pills was a very difficult matter but it was fortunate that Fane had improved a lot during the night. He was very satisfied with his progress.
The days trickled past, and Fane went out for a walk during the day before returning to his room to cultivate. During the night, he would calm himself down to create pills.
On the sixth night, Fane finally succeeded when he was creating the second pill.
“I’ve got it. I’ve finally got it. This is great!”
Fane’s features were etched with excitement as he looked at the pill in his hand, a herbal fragrance emanating from it. He was one day late compared to his predictions, but he succeeded.
As he was a lot more familiar with the process, Fane attempted to create four more pills next. Then dawn broke over the sky.
Meanwhile, Fane had only successfully created one pill out of the four. In addition to the previous pill, he had two pills now.
“I need to prepare at least ten pills. At least one pill should be given to the eight fortress masters, and I need to keep one each for myself and the First Fortress Master. I lack another eight pills. In another three days, I should be able to create them!”
Fane made mental calculations and was very confident.
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