I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating

Fifty-seven Dragons (1)

As the Condensed Snow mist dissipated, the entire room was filled with a faint floral fragrance that smells rather pleasant.

However, Mu Wanwan felt as if her heart were bleeding.
Cultivating a Condensed Snow Pill really wasn’t an easy task!

She had cultivated only seventeen Condensed Snow seedlings when she had her epiphany, and now one was wasted just like that.

“Chirp~” Mengmeng sniffed the air, seemingly rather intoxicated, then let out a joyful chirp beside Mu Wanwan.

Mu Wanwan sighed, took out a jade bottle of average quality from her pocket, and filled it with the juice of the Chimebell grass that was suspended on the side.
She didn’t want to let it go to waste.

Afraid of wasting another Condensed Snow seedling, Mu Wanwan didn’t plan to have another go at refining the Condensed Snow Pill.
She scooped Mengmeng up and brought it to the courtyard, then set it down to let it play by itself.
After picking a few spiritual fruits, Chimebell grass, and Qingyu flowers, she prepared to start with refining cheaper elixirs first.

This time, she was more careful than the previous time, keeping a close eye on the situation in the elixir cauldron.
She waited until the Spirit Returning fruits gradually turned into a light red liquid, then immediately used her spiritual energy to manipulate the semi-solidified light red liquid while quickly throwing the prepared Qingyu flowers into the elixir cauldron.

When the Qingyu flowers were almost completely melted, Mu Wanwan quickly poured in the juice of the Chimebell grass she stored in the jade bottle earlier.

It was all well and good in her imagination—she just had to use spiritual energy to knead the three types of liquid like she was kneading dough, then wait until a certain temperature was attained for the pill to be formed.

However, imagination and reality were never quite the same.
When Mu Wanwan put the three ingredients together, she found that her spiritual energy wasn’t able to manipulate the three liquid masses at the same time.
Despite giving it her all, she couldn’t make the three liquid masses condense together.

Because her energy was all focused on trying to condense the three liquid masses together, Mu Wanwan didn’t pay much attention to the elixir flame.
In no time, without the control of her spiritual energy, the elixir flame became much bigger, and she failed again.

The three liquid masses that were of the right colour were all scorched black.
With some heartache, Mu Wanwan put out the elixir flame and cleaned the elixir cauldron.

She thought it could be a matter of the order of the steps.
The order written on the recipe was indeed to first refine all three ingredients into a liquid mass, then combine the three into one.
The recipe should be correct, so had she missed out on a step somewhere?

Recalling the sluggish feeling she had when she tried to condense the elixir, Mu Wanwan wondered if it was because her spiritual energy wasn’t strong enough.
However, she thought that shouldn’t be the case either.
After all, according to Uncle Zong, she could refine these two types of elixirs as a Rank 2 cultivator, so it didn’t make sense that she still didn’t have enough spiritual energy now that she was at Rank 3.

Mu Wanwan fell into distress.
She did not continue to try as the problem was not resolved.
After all, not only did she lose elixir flame and spiritual energy with each failure, but also a lot of ingredients.

With just two failures, she had already wasted one Condensed Snow plant and several spiritual plants.

Mu Wanwan thought for a long time as she looked at a Qingyu flower she was holding until her eyes were a little sore before she got up.
She was going to check the time, then go back to her regular work of cultivating spiritual plants.

There were about three or four days before she could go out for her next trip.
She still hadn’t refined a single elixir, and might not be able to do so before her next trip.
For the sake of buying new clothes and to save Mister Long and Mengmeng from the fate of eating dirt with her in the next month, she had better cultivate more spiritual plants.

By the time she packed up her things and walked out of the side hall, it was almost dark outside.

Now that the temperature was getting lower, the sun set very early.
After some thought, Mu Wanwan went to the study.
She wanted to get some pen and paper to record the reasons and experiences of her alchemy failures as well as some data to keep from failing again.

She didn’t come to the study often but was no stranger to it.

The study was a large room that was also very luxurious, but most of the valuable things had been taken away.
Books were also considered to be very valuable in this era, so there was basically nothing left in Mister Long’s study.