The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 539 - 0: The First Alchemy

As an instructor, Shen Feng had another identity, that of the man in charge of cleaning up messes.

With the team members having failed their mission and caused a whole bunch of trouble, he naturally needed to deal with it.

Once Shen Yan’er had confirmed Long Fei’s identity, it was the perfect time for him to meet this young man.

At this moment, Long Fei was at home undergoing Lin Yingying’s interrogation.

This woman claimed she wouldn’t interfere, letting Long Fei do as he pleased, but her words were just words; in her heart, she was sly and cunning.

Her method of checking was straightforward, pulling Long Fei into the house to fix a table lamp, observing whether his strength was sufficient.

If he was even slightly carrying, it would definitely mean he was leaking electricity.

Lin Shanshan complained from outside, asking why, instead of buying a new lamp when it’s broken, he insisted on fixing it every day.

The next morning, Long Fei felt like he was falling apart.

After taking Lin Yingying to the company, he sat outside, drank some tea to replenish his essential Qi, and felt his eyes reddening and swelling.

Bai Xiaochun came in to tidy up and sweetly greeted him with a smile.

Last night, Bai Jie’er had spent the night chatting with her, sharing her revenge plan with Bai Xiaochun.

Bai Xiaochun agreed readily, for the first time not singing a different tune from her sister.

Long Fei asked her, "Your sister has left, huh?"

"Yes, she took the morning flight!"

Bai Xiaochun nodded.

Long Fei rubbed his forehead, feeling as if he’d survived a disaster.

Bai Xiaochun smiled and said, "My sister is quite difficult to deal with, isn’t she?"

"Not too bad."

Long Fei didn’t tell the truth.

Bai Xiaochun pursed her lips and said, "You don’t have to lie to me, your expression has given you away. Don’t forget, we from the Fox Clan possess the Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart."

Long Fei laughed and rubbed his head, realizing that there really were no secrets in front of her and her sister.

Sitting beside him, Bai Xiaochun said earnestly, "Brother Long, my sister and I share the same sentiment. As long as you can avenge our grandmother, Xiao Chun is willing to pledge herself as your servant, standing by your side for life. Whatever you want Xiao Chun to do, she will not hesitate."

As she spoke, she lifted her voluptuous body, posing as if she were ready to dedicate herself for a cause.

But compared to her sister’s art of charm, she was obviously greener and her approach comically clumsy.

Long Fei couldn’t help but laugh out loud, patting her head and saying, "Just focus on your work! When you have the time, enjoy life a bit more. When the right moment for revenge comes, it will all work out."

Bai Xiaochun widened her eyes and asked, "You’re promising me?"

Long Fei couldn’t bear to disappoint the innocent little vixen and shrugged his shoulders, saying, "I suppose so!"

"Thank you, thank you so much."

Bai Xiaochun’s eyes reddened with emotion, her voice choking up as if she were a roaming orphan who had finally found someone to rely on.

For a moment she forgot her shyness, reaching out and hugging Long Fei tightly, her plump body rubbing against him repeatedly.

Long Fei patted her awkwardly, comforting her with, "You really don’t have to do this."

Bai Xiaochun sniffled, released him with a blush, and fixated her gaze on him, saying, "Didn’t my sister say that you men all like this?"

Long Fei broke into a sweat, thinking to himself that this was another girl led astray by her sister.

He tried to set Bai Xiaochun straight, telling her, "Most men do like it, but there are also some who don’t. You should just be yourself, no need to follow your sister’s ways."

"Alright then!"

Bai Xiaochun actually thought he was implying she wasn’t charming enough and couldn’t help feeling disappointed, pouting a bit.

As a vixen, not mastering the Fox Charm Method was quite a failure on her part.

After she got up and left, Long Fei breathed a sigh of relief and guiltily peeked into the office.

Luckily, Lin Yingying was focusing on her work and hadn’t noticed what had happened outside.

Otherwise, if she misunderstood, even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn’t clear Long Fei’s name.

He drank some Blood Spirit Flower Tea, and once his body recovered enough, he took out the Alchemy Furnace and began trying to concoct Pills.

Alchemy and brewing herbal soups were two entirely different matters.

Herbal soups could at most utilize 0.1% of the herbs’ effects, but Pills could refine at least 10% of the effects.

And that’s just One-Patterned Pills.

Pills are divided into ten patterns, and ten patterns represent perfection. Legend has it that only a Saint can concoct ten-patterned Pills.

Meaning, they could refine 100% of an herb’s energy.

Even plain water could be turned into miraculous pills in the hands of a Saint.

According to the pharmacopoeia collected by Long Fei’s unfortunate ancestor, the strongest Pill Alchemist in their world could only refine Pills with six patterns.

The Shennong’s Materia Medica given to him by Gongsun Sheng had even lower tiers for Pill Alchemists, with the highest being only three-patterned.

Long Fei was attempting alchemy for the first time and did not aim too high; having the pill merely take shape would suffice.

Even if there was only half a pattern on it, he would have been satisfied.

The cauldron was a lucky find by Jenny in the underground market, and Long Fei had spent ten Blood Spirit Flowers to acquire it.

He carefully inspected it and confirmed there were no Formation Patterns on the cauldron.

If it were a good-quality cauldron, it would come with its own Fire Elemental Force Formation Pattern.

During the alchemy process, it could even use Spirit Stones as an energy source.

The alchemists would only need to use their spiritual power to control the flames; they wouldn’t have to worry about anything else.

This ordinary cauldron, with its mediocre material, couldn’t even withstand Pill Flames and had to be heated using ordinary mundane fire.

Long Fei went downstairs to the cafeteria department and carried a gas cylinder back with him.

Along the way, people thought he was on the brink of doing something drastic and kept advising him to stay calm, all the while stepping aside.

Long Fei was baffled; even if he had lost his mind, would he really resort to using a gas cylinder?

Even if the thing exploded, it wouldn’t be enough to kill him.

Just then, Lin Yingying stepped out of her office with a water cup to refill it.

When she saw him carrying a gas cylinder, she was startled and retreated while exclaiming, "Hey, have you gone mad?"

She thought perhaps last night’s events had gone too far, and this guy had brought a gas cylinder to end it all with her?

Long Fei shot her an exasperated look, impressed by these women’s imaginations.

He set the gas cylinder down, followed by Big Head, who tremblingly carried in a dirty gas burner.

As soon as he set it down, he immediately began pleading for mercy, "Brother, we may have had some conflicts in the past, but didn’t we clear those up? Please spare me, I have elderly parents and young children at home, I can’t die yet!"

"Get lost!"

Long Fei cursed, wondering if this was the reputation he had in the company.

Big Head took this as a sign of clemency and bolted for the door.

Outside, the pretty boys were peeking inside, only to see Long Fei twisting the gas pipe on and igniting it, placing the Copper Cauldron on top.

Everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief; turns out the guy just wanted to have hot pot.

They whispered to each other that Director Lin’s husband was awesome, eating hot pot right in the office and even doing so with such a uniquely shaped big pot.

Lin Yingying had the same thought and sat down beside Long Fei, frowning as she looked at the cauldron and said, "Isn’t this a bit too large for hot pot?"

Long Fei felt like spitting blood, with the air of someone who had met too few kindred spirits.

He explained exasperatedly, "I’m alchemizing, not eating hot pot!"

"Alchemizing?"

Lin Yingying widened her eyes in disbelief, "You’re using a gas stove for alchemy? That’s not how they do it in TV shows, right?"

Long Fei did not want to deal with her, pushing the annoying spirit into her office.

This brain, completely corrupted by mindless TV dramas.

He placed the medicinal ingredients onto the cauldron, with different proportions and weights.

Based on the characteristics of the ingredients, their order of entry into the cauldron also varied.

Lastly, he lifted a bucket of mineral water to use, and with a flick of his finger, he drew water from the bucket into the cauldron.

Not only must the measurements of the ingredients be precise, but the water could not differ in any way either.

After everything was prepared, he then turned on the gas stove once again, adjusted the flame to its maximum, and patiently sat before it, controlling the flame with his spiritual power.

The flame was clearly shooting straight up, in a single column.

Yet under his control, it split like an octopus, forming eight separate streams, evenly distributed under the Copper Cauldron.

"I hope the results aren’t too bad!"

Long Fei’s Divine Sea churned as he minutely extracted spiritual power, focusing all his attention on the task at hand.

On the desk in Lin Yingying’s office, the phone rang, and Su Qi spoke from inside, "Director Lin, a Mr. Shen would like to visit. Do you have time right now?"

"Which Mr. Shen?"

Upon hearing the surname, Lin Yingying couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows.

Su Qi said, "He mentioned his sister is Shen Yan’er."

"Understood, let him come up!"

Lin Yingying muttered to herself, wondering when Shen Yan’er had managed to get herself a brother.

But anyone who could cite Shen Yan’er’s name on the spot was definitely not simple.

Even if it was a con artist, it would be an informed one; Lin Yingying felt it wouldn’t be a loss to spend some time on this.

Better to not unintentionally offend the real deal.

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