"The flame of the alchemist is produced by the medicine spirit, and pharmacists who have not reached the level of the alchemist can only extract the flame through the special energy in the magic beast crystal core. Therefore, the degree of this flame is extremely poor, and under the driving of this flame, the elixir production rate generated by the elixir will also shrink extremely." Looking at Fang Chen's tender face, Old Ding began to explain to the former sentence by sentence.

"However, although your medicine spirit belongs to the legendary white-level medicine spirit, it cannot be lifted under the specific imprisonment of this alchemist!"

"I know this!" Nodded slightly, Fang Chen replied affirmatively. Three years ago in the school, he was already familiar with the gap between pharmacists and alchemists. This gap in realm cannot be made up only by external factors.

The alchemist and the pharmacist are like two parallel lines that never intersect, and ultimately cross a huge gap. The innate limitations really lead to the small number of alchemists in the Tianding Continent. However, rare things are precious. Although alchemists on the Tianding Continent are extremely enduring beliefs, the legendary beasts that exist above the alchemist are even more fascinating.

"However, although flame is closely related to alchemists, it is not the only one that determines the success rate of elixirs. There are three main factors for the refining of elixirs: the first medicine spirit, the second spiritual consciousness, and the last one is the flame!"

"So, although you still need the magic beast crystal core to cast flames, because of the white-level medicine spirit in your body, the accuracy of the control of the flames will definitely be several times higher than that of ordinary alchemists. You have been tolerant of the square clan for three years. Although the medicine spirit cannot make a breakthrough due to imprisonment, the spiritual consciousness in his mind has become extremely powerful because he has been wandering between the breakthroughs of the medicine spirit for a long time!" His dry palm tightly held his chin, and Old Ding frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, he nodded thoughtfully and said: "In other words, although the medicine spirit is imprisoned by blood, the spiritual consciousness in his mind has not been imprisoned. Therefore, with my sense, your spiritual consciousness is definitely not worse than that of the first-grade medicine practitioner."

"Oh? Why didn't I feel it?" After hearing Mr. Ding say this, Fang Chen scratched his head in confusion, and then began to use the medicine spirit to explore his spiritual consciousness. But after a moment, he still found nothing.

"That's the one who has not yet known how to use spiritual consciousness and control spiritual consciousness. Now, since we cannot be very different from others on the flame, he can only train your spiritual consciousness that is already very powerful but has not yet been discovered!" Looking at Fang Chen's surprised look, Old Ding rolled his eyes helplessly, and then chuckled. However, no matter how you look at this smile, he was a bit cunning.

"Old man, you won't find a way to torture me again, right?" Looking at Mr. Ding's extremely bright smile, Fang Chen's body trembled as he remembered the previous extreme training.

"Damn, little brat, is my image so narrow in your heart?" Looking at the gradually distorted face of the former, Old Ding's face suddenly became stern and he immediately cursed.

"Hmph, it won't be much better!" He muttered in dissatisfaction in his heart, but Fang Chen smiled apologized: "That, hehe, of course not..."

"Oh? Since that's the case, then... let's start!" Looking at Fang Chen's different appearance, Old Ding's mouth undulates slightly, and a trace of extremely foolishness suddenly emerged from his faint smile.

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The next day, a ray of light broke through the sky and immediately illuminated the entire continent. Today, it was the ancestor worship ceremony of the square tribe of Xuanshicheng, and it was also an important moment for family industry distribution.

The ancient mansion of the Fang clan has a history of thousands of years.

The front yard is cleaned and tidied every day, but the back yard is even wider. However, except for the family ancestral hall in the back yard, other houses and courtyards are covered with dust, and there are even a few cracks and messy weeds in some places.

After passing through the stone road covered with green moss, a broken building appeared in front of you. Even if you stand outside the building, you can smell a scent. On the building, there are dense spiders, and you can vaguely see the small spiders climbing on it.

Under the spider web, the decorative items on the wall are already overwhelmed by age. If you stand closer, you will be shocked to find that the odor that was previously emitted from it.

If the surface of the building is like an ancient house that has been disrepaired, the inside of the building is like a pharmacy and extremely vast.

In the empty hall, no less than a hundred people have gathered. In the center is the spiritual card of the ancestors of the square clan, and the periphery of the spiritual card is a huge stone platform, both wide and high. On the stone platform, a huge iron box about one meter high is like copper sculpture, full of shocking force, and the different runes on it further deepen the mystery of the items inside the iron box.

In addition, there are dozens of small stone platforms, large and small, and above them, black curtains are all covered with imprisonment and blockade.

"Brother Fang, I have always heard that there are many talents in the Fang clan. This time, the aristocratic ancestor worship ceremony will open my horizons!" In the small circle surrounded by nearly a hundred people in the hall, a white-haired old man holding a teacup took a sip of tea and then smiled faintly at Fang Yan, who was wearing a purple-black robe beside him.

"Haha, the yard is joking. In terms of talent, who can compare to the best of the younger generation in the school? To the outstanding alchemist in President Han Xuan's guild!" With a smile, Fang Yan waved his hand, and then said very modestly to the white-haired old man in front of him and the white-bearded old man beside him.

If Fang Chen was here at this moment, he would have been surprised to find that the white-haired old man was actually the young generation of alchemists, Xuan Qian, the president of Xuan Shicheng Academy, and the white long bearded old man next to him was Han Xuan, the president of the Alchemists Union.

"Don't get close to you. It's getting late now. I wonder if the younger generation in the Fang clan has arrived. If the time to worship ancestors is delayed, it would be very disrespectful!" Listening to the humble words of the two, Han Xuan, who was beside him, smiled and rubbed his long white beard, and then laughed.

"The president said it correctly. It's really not too early now. It seems that the ancestor worship ceremony of the Fang clan is about to begin!" His smile slowly subsided. After Fang Yan nodded faintly, he shouted to Fang Xian, the great elder beside him: "Great Elder, check whether the younger generation of the Fang clan has arrived. After this ancestor worship, the family industry will be allocated. At this time, I don't want to miss one person, otherwise I will bear the consequences at that time!"

It seemed that Fang Yan didn't catch a cold look. Fang Xian glanced at the former coldly, and then his turbid eyes swept towards the crowd sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of him. After a while, he seemed to have discovered something funny. He sneered suddenly, and then under Fang Yan's extremely ugly expression, he sneered: "The number of people has almost arrived, but there is still a waste in the family that has not arrived yet. I think, maybe that waste doesn't want to lose the face of Fang's clan, so he gave up the family industry distribution here!"
Chapter completed!