The accountant almost couldn’t hold back his laughter upon seeing the words on the copper plate.

He knew that if alchemists wanted to see the vision inside the Pill Furnace, there was only one way to do so: to project their perception into the furnace.

However, within Jing Country’s alchemy sect, everyone knew that perception couldn’t penetrate the blazing furnace fire, which had practically become an inviolable law,

violating it was unthinkable.

"Copper mirrors, being magic artifacts, possess no wisdom, and such arrogant and ignorant words as ’Cannot confirm’ are simply ridiculous."

"In my opinion, there’s no need for confirmation, just regard it as the rantings of a madman."

The accountant continued to observe the copper mirror,

and the next line of text on it shocked him to the point of disbelief.

"Zhou Xuan threw in seventeen pieces of Joy Demon Flesh and Blood, all accurately placed into the Fire Eye of the furnace."

"What!?"

The accountant couldn’t believe his eyes as he stared at the text on the copper mirror, dumbfounded.

As for alchemy, this accountant knew little.

However, the Silkworm Room of the Zoroastrianism, like the Silkworm Room beneath the heavenly dome, oversaw the pill furnaces in the human world.

The alchemy master’s process would be roughly reflected in the copper mirror, though the process wouldn’t detail every little thing,

certain "data," such as the speed of igniting fire, probability of hitting the fire eye, the number of elixirs after closing the furnace, and the overall properties of the pill furnace, would still be recorded by the copper mirror.

Every twenty years, whether it was the Zoroastrianism or the heavenly dome, they would use this data combined with the heavenly dome’s evaluation of elixir grades to commend and reward.

The accountant managed these elixir accounts.

Monitoring the data from the Silkworm Room year-round, even though the accountant didn’t understand the Alchemy Dao, he could reliably judge the skill level of the alchemy masters.

"Even an extremely skilled alchemist, despite simultaneously adding dozens of materials, couldn’t achieve a better than 50% chance of being sent into the Fire Eye,

yet Zhou Xuan managed to throw in seventeen pieces without error? What kind of anomaly is this?"

The accountant stared intensely at the copper mirror, comforting himself, thinking: "Maybe this Zhou Xuan is just lucky, he won’t be this accurate when he throws in more elixir materials later."

He believed luck to be quite mystical; however, it couldn’t always be reliable.

While he pondered, unknowingly, over an hour had passed,

and the copper mirror finally reacted, displaying new text.

"Zhou Xuan again threw Joy Demon Flesh and Blood, fourteen pieces, all accurately placed into the Fire Eye of the furnace."

The accountant was completely dumbfounded.

The initial seventeen pieces of Flesh and Blood without any error could be considered an extraordinary stroke of luck.

But what about now?

Fourteen pieces of Flesh and Blood, again without a single mistake in hitting the furnace’s Fire Eye—could this still be luck?

He pondered for a moment, realizing the gravity of the situation and knew it couldn’t be delayed any further, promptly wrapping both hands with spun silk before carefully removing the copper mirror.

The front of the copper mirror was slightly mottled, with a dull color, while the back was extremely smooth, like a mirror.

This mirrored surface couldn’t be touched by human hands, otherwise, it would damage the copper mirror.

Therefore, every accountant here had the skill to "spin silk," wrapping their hands with divine silk, allowing them to hold the copper mirror without damaging it.

He carried the copper mirror, navigating through the vast Silkworm Room, heading towards the end of the room.

At the end was a quaint little room, where the Silk Master Li Qingru, dressed in a plain long gown, sat upon a mat, savoring tea.

As he pulled back the curtain, the aroma of the tea wafted into the accountant’s nose.

The tea must be fine; rich and smooth without any hint of age, but he had no time to savor the tea’s aroma now, bursting out: "Li Canzheng, there’s a major issue."

"Silk Master" is the head of the Silkworm Room, supervising over a hundred accountants, their status within the Zoroastrianism is naturally significant.

Nonetheless, those who work in the Silkworm Room have their life essence sourced from silkworms, inheriting their docility, making them more modest compared to other members of the Zoroastrianism.

Li Qingru was likewise, showing no blame for Mr. Yuan’s rashness, instead asking concernedly: "Old Yuan, even the biggest matter is negligible, I’m just afraid you’ll inadvertently drop the copper mirror and have the Law Enforcement Hall of the sect interrogate you."

"Li Canzheng, it truly is a major matter, please take a look."

Mr. Yuan quickly approached Li Qingru, then knelt in front of her, slightly raising the copper mirror to allow the Silk Master to clearly see the text on it.

Li Qingru glanced upwards, suddenly speechless.

After remaining silent for three to four minutes, she slowly spoke: "This Zhou Xuan possesses such talent? First seventeen, then fourteen, over thirty pieces of Flesh and Blood materials, all accurately thrown into the Fire Eye in one go?"

"Who would’ve thought?"

Mr. Yuan concurred: "This is highly abnormal, Li Canzheng, the text on the copper mirror usually has a considerable delay, it showed these matters of Zhou Xuan’s alchemy, likely he has already finished refining the elixir, so, your subordinate dares request that Silk Master perform the divine skills..."

He came to Li Qingru because the Silk Master could use divine skills to quickly have the copper mirror display Zhou Xuan’s alchemy process, facilitating the reporting to the sect.

"Divine skills should be used, it is necessary."

Li Qingru agreed without hesitation, instructing Mr. Yuan to lay the copper mirror flat, then biting her fingertip, closing her eyes to focus, she began murmuring incantations.