"Could it be the heat?" After pondering for a while, Ye Haochuan suddenly came to a conclusion.
In alchemy, the requirements for heat control are extremely high. If not precise enough, all the ingredients will turn to ashes, making the pill impossible to form.
Ye Haochuan had mastered heat control skillfully, but achieving absolute precision was still a long journey ahead.
The next batch started soon, with Ye Haochuan focusing on maintaining a stable heat, ensuring no fluctuations during the process.
It sounded simple, but achieving this was immensely difficult. Not yet reaching the solidifying stage, Ye Haochuan was already sweating profusely. Then, a small mishap caused the suppressed flame to suddenly surge, engulfing the pill entirely.
"The Hua Clan's alchemy methods have no bottleneck, but creating higher-quality pills requires one's own painstaking effort!"
Ye Haochuan was not one to easily give up. After slightly adjusting his state, he began the next batch of alchemy.
