"I can forgive myself now. I need to work on my alchemy." Yan Xiaobao nodded as he left the office. He departed from the inn and soared into the sky atop the flying sword towards the Alchemy Guild.
Looking around, he noticed many experts also using flying swords. It was evident that the Black Market Auction House had sold quite a few swords since they had co into their possession. Although they were simple and easily breakable weapons, the inscriptions carved into them were very powerful, easily regarded as advanced treasures.
The inscriptions couldn’t make the weapons more powerful, so no one would foolishly use the weapons to fight; they only used them for flying.
Yan Xiaobao couldn’t help but laugh as he thought about all these experts flying around, knowing that most were flying just for the sake of flying.
Yan Xiaobao didn’t spend ti observing these experts flying around the city; he just headed towards the Alchemy Guild. Like a gust of wind, he appeared at the door, once again demonstrating his two flas before he showed his utmost respect.
Yan Xiaobao approached the counter where the examiner sat. She was the person involved with exams and tournants.
"What can I do for you?" she asked when she saw Yan Xiaobao, imdiately recognizing his distinguished talent from yesterday. Even though she didn’t realize the extent of his skills, nor when he saw how she regarded him, Yan Xiaobao had no intention of revealing the astonishing properties of his Crucible. When soone cherishes an item or skill, there is a tacit understanding among cultivators not to ask because people won’t tell. Letting others know you possess heavenly treasures is just courting death.
"I want to sign up for the upcoming alchemist competition," he said seriously, and the woman nodded as she wrote his na on the paper before her. "Place your blood on it," she instructed, and Yan Xiaobao let a drop of blood fall from his finger onto the square where his na was written.
"It’s perplexing to see soone so young with such alchemical skills; I don’t know who could have taught such an exceptional student. But I must warn you to be careful, as so old ghosts have had their apprentices training for the alchemist competition for ten years or more. Many experts have their disciples waiting to participate until the ti of the alchemist competition. They are the true elite, though you are good, you need to be very skilled to defeat them in refining pills. Good luck, and train as much as possible," she said to Yan Xiaobao.
"Thank you for the warning." Yan Xiaobao said, bowing his head to the woman before leaving the room. All he could think about was going ho to train his alchemy skills. If he wanted to save Sha Yun, he obviously needed to beco stronger in pharmaceuticals than he was now.
Back at ho, Yan Xiaobao ordered everyone not to disturb him and then headed to his room. Wang Julong was already aware of the situation, and she slowly inford everyone of what had happened.
From ti to ti, loud roars could be heard coming from his room, followed by loud cursing, later replaced by jubilant, victorious howls. Yan Xiaobao was busy manufacturing pill after pill. He no longer tried to make pills from just this world but also attempted to make pills from other worlds in hopes of surprising everyone in the competition. Since he was participating, he might as well make a na for himself, as he had a powerful teacher who knew astonishing pill formulas that so people had never heard of.
As Hui Yue grew stronger, he appeared more powerful, and General Frozen dared not harm Sha Yun.
Day after day, Yan Xiaobao didn’t leave his room, where it was just him and his fox Huli.
"How do you feel about it, Huli?" Yan Xiaobao said contentedly as he looked at the golden pill in his hand, lined with silver streaks. This pill was difficult to make, actually failing seven tis before finally succeeding.
Even using his Crucible, it exceeded his ability to craft and improve it, but looking at the problematic pill, Yan Xiaobao yearned to enhance his crafting skills.
This pill was called Silvermoon’s Pill, and when swallowed, the energy would elevate anyone to the King-level by consuming it. It was a holy pill, and under normal circumstances, Yan Xiaobao would never have succeeded in perfecting it since it truly was a heavenly pill like nothing this world had ever seen. However, the Crucible he obtained was truly magical, and when refining pills, he only failed seven tis.
However, those seven attempts weren’t wasted ti. Trying to make the pill required Yan Xiaobao to use all his power repeatedly. It drained his inner energy, further pushing his limits, causing his body to greedily absorb more and more energy from the world around him.
After such a long effort, Yan Xiaobao finally succeeded. Not only did he manage to manufacture the pill, but he also reached a bottleneck. He genuinely needed more energy to break into the fifth star of the Emperor-level.
"Alright, let’s try again," Yan Xiaobao said determinedly. "I’m considering giving one of these dicine pills to Qiao and Lao. They’re working hard, improving their strength, and with the help of this pill, it will ensure their cultivation base remains balanced.
"I should refine a second one," he said, taking a deep breath. He sat on the ground and closed his eyes. He recalled the process of refining, maintaining the temperature of the herbal dicine, the order of adding them, and rging the herbs together.
Opening his eyes, he knelt in front of the Crucible, picked up a golden root, and placed it inside. Slowly but steadily, the fla began to enhance the energy within the herbs; however, this ti, Yan Xiaobao used the Blue Fla instead of the Red Fla. The fla he chose was many tis stronger than the previous one, hence the refining process was also much quicker.
Although this thod was faster, each attempt took hours, and the pill he ultimately completed astounded him, taking seven hours.
In the most serene of states, Yan Xiaobao continued to concoct the pill. This pill was the sa as the Silvermoon’s Pill he had just created, but unlike last ti, he now had a certain degree of expectation. Once he succeeded, he needed to replicate the process again.
Soon, there was a trendous rumble from Yan Xiaobao’s room, shaking the entire mansion, and Yan Xiaobao couldn’t help but curse loudly at his hands.
The explosion fortunately hadn’t damaged the Crucible. However, both his hands were scorched beyond recognition. He had lost his focus on the flas for a second, and then it exploded in his face.
Yan Xiaobao sighed deeply, closed his eyes, and channeled Qi into his body to heal his injuries. He also popped a red pill to quickly replenish the energy he had used. After about ten minutes of rest, he was ready to attempt refining another Silvermoon’s Pill again.
Gritting his teeth, Yan Xiaobao focused entirely on the herbs he was refining, and ti slowly passed. While Yan Xiaobao was busy with his refinent, he didn’t notice that Huli was constantly watching him with a strange expression in her eyes. It was as if she had sothing to say but couldn’t speak.
While Huli watched Yan Xiaobao, the young man noticed nothing because he was completely absorbed in the refinent of herbs. Deep down, he felt excitent rising as everything had gone perfectly so far. If he kept his focus as usual, it was only a matter of ti before the pill was finished. By then, he could already imagine the excited faces of Qiao and Lao.
The Silvermoon’s Pill originated from another world. However, Yan Xiaobao had no idea which realm this pill was devised from, allowing a cultivator to imdiately rise to the King-level. Clearly, the world must be far stronger than the current world. Although cultivation was easy in this world, for heaven and earth cultivators far surpassed techniques and craftsmanship like pills and inscriptions. Yan Xiaobao spent another seven hours refining the second pill; he couldn’t go any faster than he already had, because whenever he tried, it would explode. These explosions not only shook the surrounding environnt but also ended up injuring Yan Xiaobao, forcing him to start over, wasting ti.
Even though the refinent was indeed extrely detailed, he absorbed more and more of the essence of heaven and earth, but he was eager to elevate Lao and Qiao to the King-level.
Yan Xiaobao felt responsible for these two children, and now that Sha Yun had been taken away from him, he knew that for the children’s safety, he needed them to gain strength.
Seven hours passed, and a sigh escaped Yan Xiaobao’s lips. He looked at the two golden pills in his hand, rushing with satisfaction, as his body leaned against his bed, no longer tense and fully focused. He was now utterly exhausted.
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