Seven days later.
From ti to ti, the pill cauldron emitted a hissing sound like a python. The residual spirit in the demon core was the key for this thod to grow. Wang Yu carefully completed the final step.
Before long.
A single round and plump ice-colored spirit pill with a serpent-shaped mark was produced. Only one was made, and it was of the peak-grade.
The fragrance of the pill rushed into his nose, and Wang Yu was very satisfied.
After examining it briefly, he decisively swallowed it, began circulating the Cold Blood Art, and attempted to refine the pill. The benefit of a peak-grade pill was now apparent. As long as the thod was correct, refining such a quality pill took almost no effort.
By comparison, a peak-grade Cold Blood Pill was a cultivation-enhancing pill containing vast and pure spiritual power, which required a cultivator a long ti to absorb.
Their functions were different.
After the Cold Chi Pill entered his stomach, Wang Yu felt as if he had swallowed an ice sphere. From his throat to his stomach, he felt cold to the bone.
After the extre cold ca scorching heat.
Sweat poured from his pores, but as soon as the heat passed, a layer of frost ford on his skin. Even his breath beca visible.
With the circulation of his cultivation thod, the strange phenonon of alternating ice and fire gradually faded. Strands of ice-blue dicinal power flowed through his ridians in a great circuit before converging in the dantian’s qi sea.
He did not know how much ti had passed.
Suddenly, a crystal-like ice fla ignited in the center of his qi sea. A large amount of spiritual power poured into it, and the fla flared high. It felt cold, and the power it produced was also of the cold attribute.
It could cause phenona such as freezing and lowering temperatures, but if one placed their hand into the fla, they would not feel heat. The result, however, would be a scorched-black burn.
Such a strange cold fla was sothing Wang Yu had never seen before.
After adapting for a while, his mind returned to his body. Sitting cross-legged, his eyes snapped open, and with a thought, a semi-transparent whitish fla ignited over his body.
The cold fla seed produced by the pill had been refined by Wang Yu a second ti, rendering it harmless to himself.
However, the air temperature continued to drop, and even frost began to form in the ground fire chamber.
“So it seems that in addition to ice and yin attribute techniques, I can also cultivate a few fire attribute techniques to control the cold fla and unleash its power.”
This thing was not only useful for alchemy but was also an excellent thod for combat, though it currently lacked corresponding ans of application.
Withdrawing the cold fla from his body surface, Wang Yu conjured a tongue of fla in his right hand, which in a few breaths transford into the form of a cold python.
Wang Yu raised an eyebrow, his conviction firm.
“As expected, it is derived from a treasure art.”
Treasure arts were techniques carried on the treasure bones left behind by powerful bloodline beasts upon their death. Once learned by human cultivators, most would manifest in the form the beast had in life.
Scales, feathers, eyes, claws, whiskers—lifelike and vivid. The details were far more realistic than beast forms conjured by ordinary techniques, and their power was great.
After experiencing the cold fla, Wang Yu turned his full attention back to alchemy.
The Cold Chi Pill Alchemy was special precisely because of this cold fla. Now that he had the ans to control it, he could fully unleash this alchemy thod’s effects.
He decided to start with the peak-grade Cold Blood Pill.
After resting for half a day, Wang Yu took out the prepared ingredients and began refining the second furnace of pills.
Only after taking twelve supre-grade Cold Blood Pills would a pill barrier form, and so far he had refined only five. Using the cold fla to refine ice attribute pills would greatly enhance their effects.
It was well-suited for a cultivator like him who followed the ice and yin path.
This was why, back then, after just one glance, he had resolutely chosen this alchemy thod—not only because it was a third-rank incomplete technique, but also because of this very reason.
This ti, it took only five days.
The first day was spent mainly familiarizing himself with the differences between the cold fla and the ground fire, gradually adjusting to them and adapting his habits.
The next day, the speed increased. Refining, fusion, forming the core, nurturing the core, the four steps of pill refining were completed almost in one go.
On the fifth day.
"Open the Cauldron."
With the vibration of the pill furnace, three supre-grade Cold Blood Pills with ice crystal fla marks were produced. The pill fragrance alone was enough to make Wang Yu feel invigorated.
He imdiately swallowed one, then circulated his cultivation to experience the effect.
The original supre-grade Cold Blood Pill could increase a cultivator’s spiritual power by 100 strands, which was equivalent to 10 units. That was already quite a lot.
The new version of the supre-grade Cold Blood Pill, with the dicinal power further stimulated by the cold fla and slightly refined in detail, had its effect increased by more than fifty percent.
It was roughly 150 strands of spiritual power.
"As expected, formidable."
He could even modify commonly used pills like the Spirit Recovery Pill and Flesh Regeneration Pill according to his own needs, turning them into ice attribute spirit pills, which would be more suitable for his use.
The estimated ti to fully refine them would be more than a year.
As for the other personalized pill formula improvents, there was no rush for now and he could take his ti.
After another half day, Wang Yu refined the third cauldron, stored six improved Cold Blood Pills, and then prepared to leave seclusion.
Nearly a month of closed cultivation had yielded abundant gains.
After coming out, his first stop was to find Gu Zhengshun to receive the intelligence he had commissioned earlier. If there were no issues, he would go to the Ice and Snow Pavilion to exchange spirit stones for a top-grade fire attribute spell.
As for the Idle Slot number four, he directly placed the Mysterious Yin Hand into it. Without the aid of the precious Yin Marrow Liquid, his own cultivation speed was terribly slow.
Back then, it was at 20 progress points, and now it was still at 20 progress points.
It was worthy of being a second-rank supre-grade spell, a powerful trump card that even a Foundation Establishnt cultivator could rely on. He could only let it progress through the idle slot.
He did not expect to idle it to perfection imdiately, but at least to reach the minor accomplishnt stage.
After so ti, once the spells that did not delay his schedule reached idle completion, he could switch to cultivating techniques.
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After noon, it was still the Eight Tresure Pavilion.
Gu Zhengshun tossed him a scroll containing intelligence and explained, "This was gathered by the Absolute Yin Tower, established by a true disciple from Heavenly Corpse Peak. It should make up for your lack of understanding of the situation in the Cold Blood Ward during the five years you were away.
"It is definitely worth the price. If there is any business in the future that is inconvenient for you, Junior Brother Wang, feel free to entrust it to . I still have matters to attend to, so I will take my leave first."
Wang Yu only chuckled and did not stop him.
He had already seen what sort of person Gu Zhengshun was back in Blackbone Mountain. When you had what he wanted, his service was attentive. Once his goal was achieved, his true nature returned.
Selling people ca naturally to him.
Looking for him was impossible unless there was leverage.
Grumbling inwardly, he shifted his attention to the intelligence scroll and began reading carefully.
Nothing major had happened in the Coldblood Ward over the past five years.
It was basically the sa as what he had learned from Lan Ji earlier, except for one thing.
The scroll stated that Zhao Shang, the forr steward of the Ice and Snow Pavilion, was not killed, but had fled into the Blood Abyss.
This place was the cultivation holy land of the Blood Reversal Sect, located three thousand li southwest of the sect, very close.
The dangers there were not sothing a Qi Refining cultivator could bear. Saying he was dead was not wrong.
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