Power Control Qi felt utterly marvelous to Yang Jing.
Previously, he had always used the power of his Divine Sense to control his Magical Power.
But the power of his Divine Sense had its limits. When wielding the Water Dragon Magical Sword, even with the aid of his Overturning Rivers and Seas Talent, he still had to build up significant montum just to increase its speed.
Even so, the Magic Sword’s top speed was still far from reaching the Sword Qi Thunder Sound realm.
If he tried to build up more montum, it would not only waste Magical Power, but he would also risk the Magic Sword slipping from his control.
This Power Control Qi technique, however, created a link between his physical body and his Magical Power, enabling him to apply the Power of the Flesh to his Magical Power.
At the very least, it significantly increased his sword speed when he used the Water Dragon Sword Scripture.
Unfortunately, the teachings of the Nine Yang Sect had long been lost, so there was no way of knowing how its disciples had once utilized and developed this technique.
Yang Jing remained in secluded cultivation, only occasionally sneaking out like a thief to confer with ng Sima about the Seven Nations Ticket Shop.
In the courtyard’s Fire Room, Iron Head sat cross-legged before the Nine Cranes Furnace, preparing for Alchemy.
He was attempting to refine a Tier Two Five Elents Pill. The process was far more complex than that for a Transformation Pill and placed extrely high demands on the alchemical fire.
A Spiritual Fire like the One Yang Li Fire was no longer sufficient for refining this pill.
After Iron Head obtained the Taihua Pill Scripture, his original Mica Pill Scripture was directly converted into experience, instantly pushing his progress in the Taihua Pill Scripture to the Mastery Realm. Only his Elixir Understanding Talent was preserved.
[Taihua Pill Scripture: Mastery (88%)]
His Alchemy skill had soared, his cultivation had reached Foundation Establishnt, and he had even refined the Nine Flas True Fire, a fire perfectly suited for his craft. Everything was in place. It was the perfect ti to fire up the furnace and attempt to refine a batch of Tier Two Five Elents Pills.
This pill was originally created for Cultivators of the Tai Shi Five Elents True Talisman Scripture to increase their Magical Power, sparing them the arduous effort of refining Spiritual Qi.
Iron Head’s expression was solemn. He had completely refined the Nine Flas True Fire and could now wield it as effortlessly as his own limbs—far more smoothly than the One Yang Li Fire he’d used before.
Under his control, the Nine Flas True Fire ticulously burned away the impurities from the various Spirit dicines, leaving only pure Spirit Liquids behind.
Refining Tier Two Elixirs was already a risky endeavor. The Spiritual Qi a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator might refine in thirty days was condensed into a single, marble-sized Elixir Pill. The slightest misstep could cause it to rupture, easily destroying the Pill Furnace.
Thanks to his vast experience refining Tier One Five Elents Pills, Iron Head’s process for the Tier Two version went off without a hitch, encountering no bottlenecks whatsoever.
Accompanied by a delightfully refreshing fragrance, the Five Elents Spirit Liquids successfully condensed into eight elixirs.
Each elixir was wreathed in fine, wispy strands of five-colored cloud qi, giving it an exquisite appearance. This was a technique from the Taihua Pill Scripture known as the Taihua Cloud Prohibition, which locked in an elixir’s Spiritual Qi to prevent its potency from leaking out.
"Master, I made eight pills! Six are Upper Grade, and two are Middle Grade!"
The Tier Two Five Elents Pill was more complex to refine than most of the Tier Two Elixirs in the Nine Infant Pill Scripture; creating six Upper Grade pills in a single attempt was an impressive feat.
"Good."
Yang Jing nodded in satisfaction, storing the Upper Grade and Middle Grade pills in separate Jade Bottles.
According to the Tai Shi Five Elents True Talisman Scripture, a single Upper Grade Five Elents Pill could increase one’s Magical Power by approximately three drops.
Due to the quality of their foundations, most Foundation Establishnt Cultivators were unable to cultivate the full thirty-six drops of Magical Power in the first layer. They often hit a wall at twenty-seven or twenty-eight drops and had to break through to the next realm to continue increasing their Magical Power.
Because Yang Jing’s Magical Power was purer, a single Upper Grade Five Elents Pill would only increase his by about two drops. Even so, these six Upper Grade pills would save him a full year of cultivation.
And thanks to the True Fire Pure Spirit Technique he’d obtained from Ji Feng, the ti it took Yang Jing to purify his Magical Power was also greatly reduced.
"Don’t let Junior Martial Uncle Zuoqiu find out how skilled you are at Alchemy."
Yang Jing said to Iron Head after a mont’s hesitation.
’Never intend to harm, but always be on guard.’ Though Zuoqiu Feng was extrely reliable, Yang Jing was still unwilling to let her have any potential leverage over him.
Iron Head nodded solemnly.
He had witnessed the Profound Carp Association affair from start to finish, so he naturally understood that this matter could not be treated lightly.
Still, Yang Jing planned to let Iron Head gradually reveal his Alchemy Talent. After all, as long as Iron Head continued to refine pills, he was bound to leave clues. Hiding it too completely would only make things more conspicuous.
Yang Jing entered the Quiet Chamber but didn’t imdiately consu the Five Elents Pill. First, he used his Magical Power to condense the Ancient True Register in his Dantian, rging it into his Five Elents Wheel. He waited until he had fully digested the Five Elents Ultimate Truth contained within before taking out a Five Elents Pill and swallowing it in one gulp.
After dissolving the Taihua Cloud Prohibition around the Five Elents Pill, an incredibly pure stream of Five Elent Spiritual Energy surged forth in his Dantian, where it was refined by the True and False Five Elents Wheel into True Talisman Scripture Magical Power.
It took Yang Jing a full two days to refine all the Five Elent Spiritual Energy. Just as he’d calculated, his Magical Power increased by two drops, bringing the total in his Dantian to fifteen.
He was still twenty-one drops of Magical Power short of the Second Layer Foundation Establishnt.
By the ti Yang Jing erged from seclusion, less than seven hours remained until the official launch of the Seven Nations Ticket Shop.
By now, even the most isolated Foundation Establishnt Clans had gotten wind of the inside story on the Seven Nations Ticket Shop. They traveled thousands of miles to the Northern Army Governor’s Mansion, all for a chance to buy a stake.
These clans were absorbing such massive quantities of Spirit Stones from the market that it triggered deflation throughout the entire Northern Domain, causing the prices of magical artifacts, elixirs, and talismans to fall.
The Northern Army Governor’s Mansion was, after all, a major military installation. As these clansn had low status and little authority, they were barred from entry. So, they simply built a city on the spot, twenty miles east of the Governor’s Mansion.
The various clans sched against and deceived one another, spying for information and buying up Spirit Stones.
Several cris even took place within this new city, with Tribulation Cultivators robbing people of their Spirit Stones. The largest of these heists involved a sum of thirty thousand Spirit Stones.
How could the Northern Army Governor’s Mansion tolerate such Tribulation Cultivators operating right under its nose? The perpetrators were imdiately captured and made an example of through public execution.
Afterward, three squads from the Demon Suppression Army were even dispatched to maintain order.
Even within the Northern Army Governor’s Mansion itself, there was a restless stir. So well-connected disciples of the Six Sects used Command Talismans to notify their clans, who sent Spirit Stones across thousands of miles and several kingdoms aboard Flying Boats.
"The whole world bustles, all for profit. The whole world scurries, all for gain."
ng Sima stood on the deck of a Pingyang-class Flying Boat, looking down upon the land. In recent days, the number of requests and pestering he’d received was several tis that of Yang Jing. So people with imnse reach had even tracked down his son in the Supre Profound Upper Yang Sect and the ng Clan of Sanbao, far away in the Yu Kingdom.
Even he hadn’t imagined the Seven Nations Ticket Shop would cause such a frenzy. Faced with the prospect of its enormous, predictable profits, the Cultivators were simply blinded by greed.
Yang Jing remarked with a sigh,
"These past few days, I have been treading on thin ice, terrified that so flaw in this plan would cause to fail the Governor’s trust."
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