Chapter 6836: Secret Art of Alchemy

"The outer sect of Xinglong Sect has not been threatened by these three people, why do they appear here?" Chen Xuan was puzzled, but he did not easily believe that this was just a simple coincidence.

He was immersed in the swordsmanship, but he always paid attention to the surrounding atmosphere.

As time went by, Chen Xuan's mind gradually deepened, and he seemed to touch some clues. His thoughts were clear, as if he saw a deep clue, which might be related to the identities of the three people.

"Their identities are not ordinary." A sharp light flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes, and he had a preliminary guess in his heart.

He slowly opened his eyes and stood up.

In front of the mountain gate of Xinglong Sect, Chen Xuan, dressed in green, walked calmly and entered his residence. This was a secret and spacious room, surrounded by quaint wood carvings and books, and the wall was hung with the atlas of Suzaku swordsmanship.

He came to the middle of the room and took out an alchemy furnace. The furnace was simple in shape and the furnace body was engraved with fine runes.

Chen Xuan was calm. He took out some rare Heavenly Fire Spiritual Herbs and other alchemy materials and placed them neatly. These spiritual herbs exuded a faint Heavenly Fire aura and were full of potential for alchemy.

He gently urged the spiritual energy and gradually ignited the alchemy furnace. As the Heavenly Fire rose, a vortex of spiritual energy began to rise in the furnace, attracting the spiritual herbs.

Chen Xuan concentrated his attention and lightly touched the furnace with his palm. He slightly circulated the Heavenly Fire Yuanqi in the Suzaku Sword Technique. The temperature suddenly rose. His eyes were deep and focused, as if he had integrated everything in the furnace.

The spiritual energy in the furnace swirled, and the breath of the herbs gradually merged, turning into a scorching smoke that filled the entire room. Chen Xuan closed his eyes slightly and felt the essence of the Heavenly Fire contained in the spiritual herbs.

He was skilled in his technique and deftly controlled the temperature and the power of refining. The furnace was filled with smoke, and the sword intent and spiritual energy merged with each other, as if the sword moves were dancing in the air, delicate and powerful.

Gradually, the scent of spiritual herbs in the room gradually subsided, and the sky fire in the furnace gradually stabilized. A trace of satisfaction flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes. He gently suppressed the fire and stopped the process of refining the elixir.

Taking out the exquisite medicine bottle, he carefully put the refined elixir into it. These elixirs exuded an orange-red crystal luster, as if a large amount of spiritual energy was surging in it.

Chen Xuan put the medicine bottle into his arms, with a satisfied smile on his face. Every time he refined the elixir, it was a test of his soul, and he was constantly improving his elixir realm every time.

Although the elixir was small, it contained infinite wonderful power.

Chen Xuan restored the room to tidiness and sat down again to close his eyes and rest.

In the spacious and quiet inner courtyard, Chen Xuan found a secluded corner, in the middle of an elegant garden, with an ancient bamboo chair. There were green trees next to the chair, and the breeze blew, and the fragrance of plants filled the air.

Chen Xuan sat down leisurely and closed his eyes. The tranquility and calmness around him spread. A soothing atmosphere enveloped him. He took a deep breath of fresh air and felt the spiritual energy flowing through his body.

The quiet scene in the inner courtyard of the sect made him feel calm. Many days of practice and fighting have consumed his physical strength. The sigh at this time is particularly precious. Here, he doesn't have to think about practice or fighting, just talk to his heart quietly.

In this tranquility, Chen Xuan gradually let go of the pressure he had been bearing. Sitting quietly with his eyes closed, feeling the peace of mind, his mind seemed to gradually settle with the environment.

However, this tranquility was soon broken by a burst of brisk footsteps.

"Brother Chen, I wonder if I can ask you some swordsmanship?" A young voice sounded, breaking the original tranquility.

Chen Xuan opened his eyes and looked at the person who came. He was an outer disciple, dressed in a green robe, with a firm gaze, obviously full of yearning and passion for the sword.

"Please sit down." Chen Xuan smiled and motioned him to sit down. He knew the difficulties and confusions in cultivation. He was always happy to help his junior brother's questions.

After the young disciple sat down, he looked a little nervous, but the desire and awe in his eyes made him look firm. "Brother Chen, I have encountered some bottlenecks in the way of swordsmanship. I hope to get your guidance."

"Please speak." Chen Xuan responded gently, prompting his junior brother to speak out his doubts and confusion.

"The outer sect of Xinglong Sect has not been threatened by these three people. Why did they appear here?" Chen Xuan was puzzled, but he did not easily believe that it was just a simple coincidence.

He was immersed in the swordsmanship, but he always paid attention to the surrounding atmosphere.

As time went by, Chen Xuan's mind gradually deepened, and he seemed to touch some clues. His thoughts were clear, as if he saw a deep clue, which might be related to the identities of the three people.

"Their identities are not ordinary." A sharp light flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes, and he had a preliminary guess in his heart.

He slowly opened his eyes and stood up.

In front of the mountain gate of Xinglong Sect, Chen Xuan, dressed in green, walked calmly into his residence. This was a secret and spacious room, surrounded by ancient wood carvings and books, and the wall was hung with the map of the Vermillion Bird Sword Technique.

He came to the middle of the room and took out an alchemy furnace. The furnace was simple in shape and the furnace body was engraved with fine runes.

Chen Xuan was calm in his heart. He took out some rare heavenly fire spirit herbs and other alchemy materials and arranged them neatly. These spirit herbs exuded a faint heavenly fire breath and were full of potential for alchemy.

He gently urged the spiritual energy and gradually ignited the alchemy furnace. As the heavenly fire rose, a vortex of spiritual energy began to rise in the furnace, attracting the spirit herbs.

Chen Xuan waited with his mind focused. His palm touched the furnace lightly, and he slightly circulated the Heavenly Fire Qi in the Vermillion Bird Sword Technique. The temperature suddenly rose. His eyes were deep and focused, as if he had integrated everything in the furnace.

The spiritual energy in the furnace swirled, and the breath of the herbs gradually merged, turning into a scorching smoke that filled the entire room. Chen Xuan closed his eyes slightly, feeling the essence of the Heavenly Fire contained in the spiritual herbs.

He was skilled in his technique, deftly controlling the temperature and the power of refining. The furnace was filled with smoke, and the sword intent and spiritual energy merged with each other, as if the sword moves were dancing in the air, delicate and powerful.

Gradually, the breath of spiritual herbs in the room gradually subsided, and the Heavenly Fire in the furnace gradually stabilized. A trace of satisfaction flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes. He gently suppressed the furnace fire and stopped the process of refining the elixir.

Taking out the exquisite medicine bottle, he carefully put the refined pills into it. These pills exuded an orange-red crystal luster, as if a large amount of spiritual energy was surging in them.

Chen Xuan put the medicine bottle into his arms, with a satisfied smile on his face. Every time he refined the elixir, it was a test of his soul, and he was constantly improving his elixir realm.

Although the elixir was small, it contained infinite wonderful power.

Chen Xuan restored the room to a clean state, and sat down again to rest his mind.

In the spacious and quiet inner courtyard, Chen Xuan found a secluded corner, in the middle of an elegant garden, with an ancient bamboo chair. There were green trees next to the chair, and the breeze blew, and the fragrance of plants filled the air.

Chen Xuan sat down leisurely and closed his eyes. The tranquility and indifference around him spread, and a soothing atmosphere enveloped him. He took a deep breath of fresh air and felt the spiritual energy flowing in his body.

The quiet scene in the inner courtyard of the sect made him feel calm. Many days of practice and fighting consumed his physical strength, and the sigh at this time was particularly precious. Here, he didn't have to think about practice or fighting, just quietly talk to his heart.

In this tranquility, Chen Xuan gradually let go of the pressure he had been bearing. Sitting quietly with his eyes closed, feeling the inner peace, his mind seemed to gradually settle down with the environment.

However, this tranquility was soon broken by a burst of brisk footsteps.

"Brother Chen, may I ask you some sword techniques?" A young voice sounded, breaking the original tranquility.

Chen Xuan opened his eyes and looked at the person who came. He was an outer disciple, wearing a green robe, with a firm gaze, and was obviously full of yearning and passion for the sword.

"Please sit down." Chen Xuan smiled slightly and motioned him to sit down. He knew the difficulties and confusions in cultivation, and he was always happy to help his junior brother's inquiries.

After the young disciple sat down, his expression was a little nervous, but the desire and awe in his eyes made him look firm. "Brother Chen, I have encountered some bottlenecks in the sword, and I hope to get your guidance."

"Please speak." Chen Xuan responded gently, prompting the junior brother to speak out his doubts and confusion.