Chapter 107

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Chapter 107: Refining Spirit Pills

After sending Ice Second Brother away, Fang Lie instructed Longxing Tianxia, "The sect granted me a spot to enter a Secret Realm where we’ll compete with other sects for the Arhat Immortal Fruit. I need detailed information about this—find someone to investigate."

"Understood, Big Brother!" Longxing Tianxia nodded. "Anything else?"

"This Immortal Fruit contest matters greatly. Participants are Inner Elite Disciples from various sects—far stronger than outer gate scoundrels. Even Qi Sea realm cultivators there likely possess Golden Pool realm combat power and carry numerous treasures. My current third-tier magical items seem lacking." Fang Lie said. "Check if any auctions offer suitable third-tier magical items."

"Will do!" Longxing Tianxia saluted. "I’ll handle it immediately!"

He turned and left.

"Mao Mao!" Fang Lie smiled at her. "The spirit spring has restored Spiritual Energy here. Our prime spirit lands—especially Purple Melody Spirit Land—were reduced to vegetable patches after years without nourishment. Now you must nurture them properly. We’ll soon fill them with Spirit Plants."

"I’ll care for them well, Brother!" Mao Mao replied earnestly.

"Good!" Fang Lie chuckled. "I trust your work."

"Mm~" Mao Mao’s ears reddened as she lowered her head, her shyness evident despite her covered face.

Fang Lie then addressed Fang Huo. "Let’s visit the Pill Room. I’ve missed my treasured Pill Furnace."

"Big Brother, it’s incredible now! I’ve even managed basic communication with it!" Fang Huo exclaimed.

The pair left the others and entered the Pill Room.

This restricted area remained off-limits to most. Even Ice Second Brother’s group avoided it to prevent disturbing alchemy sessions. Only Mao Mao briefly entered to organize Herbs before departing.

Seeing the once-discounted Pill Furnace again, Fang Lie nearly gasped.

The formerly cracked, dull-black furnace now gleamed with dark luster, its surface radiating subtle treasure-light and natural Dao essence. Not a single fissure remained, not even on the lid. Medicinal fragrance permeated the room—a single breath brought mental clarity.

As Fang Lie approached, the furnace emanated waves of affectionate recognition. Initially dismissing this as imagination, he froze when faint crimson light pulsed beneath the black surface, glowing brighter as he neared.

Placing his palm on the warm metal, he sensed pure devotion—akin to a child’s innocent love for a parent.

Understanding dawned: the Pill Furnace’s dormant intelligence had awakened. It remembered being purchased and restored through continuous alchemy. Grateful for this salvation, its nascent spirit radiated heartfelt attachment.

Moved, Fang Lie stroked the furnace before declaring, "Third Brother, prepare the Herbs! I’m refining pills!"

"At once!" Fang Huo scrambled to arrange ingredients. Observing a master alchemist offered invaluable insights—a privilege rarely granted.

Fang Lie inspected the prepared materials and immediately began crafting Golden Pool Pills. His Nirvana fire danced, extracting essences from Herbs before blending them in the furnace with practiced precision.

The process unfolded like flowing water—swift yet controlled. Within hours, five batches of spirit pills materialized, yielding over a dozen Golden Pool Pills.

Though low-grade and single-use, these pills offered desperate cultivators their only chance at reaching the Golden Pool realm.

But don’t forget, there were still many fools in this world. Among the millions of outer disciples, at least half couldn’t advance without Golden Pool Pills.

Yet limited materials meant fewer than ten Golden Pool Pills appeared yearly. With countless stuck cultivators, how could that ever suffice?

This scarcity kept demand sky-high. Lifespan-dwindling scoundrels desperate for advancement-driven longevity fought madly to buy them, driving prices perpetually upward.

Even if Fang Lie crafted dozens or hundreds of these pills, he’d easily sell them at premium prices without worry.

Through repeated alchemy sessions, Fang Lie and the Pill Furnace achieved seamless harmony. The furnace felt like an extension of his will, anticipating his needs before commands.

Frequently, when Fang Lie intended to activate a Formation, the furnace triggered it automatically without requiring divine sense orders, awaiting medicinal liquids with eerie readiness.

Such coordination drastically boosted efficiency while conserving divine sense, easing Fang Lie’s workload.

His final session used 30% less divine sense than previous attempts for identical pills.

Where he’d once managed three batches consecutively, he now handled four or five. With deepening synergy, this efficiency might grow until mere herb essence preparation remained his task—the furnace handling everything else. Then hundreds of batches could emerge in one go!

Wiping sweat after the final batch, Fang Lie patted the furnace farewell, sensing its reluctance as he departed.

Fang Huo tidied up before following.

Outside, Ice Second Brother and Longxing Tianxia had returned with information while Mao Mao waited nearby.

The group eagerly ushered Fang Lie to the head seat.

"Big Brother, finished refining?" Ice Second Brother asked while pouring tea, his concern genuine.

Despite Fang Lie’s modest cultivation strength, his Mo Sect position now surpassed ordinary Golden Pool realm cultivators. Purple Palace realm cultivators treated him courteously; Qi Sea cultivators showed outright reverence.

As the Great Pill Master’s sole contact, offending him meant facing wrath from pill-seeking powerhouses—no direct action required. Fang Lie’s spirit pills had forged this influence, making their production crucial for both status and sect growth.

Fang Lie drank silently, avoiding self-praise.

Fang Huo interjected excitedly: "Five Golden Pool Pill batches in hours! Seventeen pills worth two million spirit stones!"

"Heavens!" Ice Second Brother inhaled sharply. "No wonder alchemists are wealthy! Two million? I’d never earn that lifetime! You made it this afternoon!"

"Think others manage this?" Fang Huo scoffed. "Big Brother’s freakish talent lets him craft Flawless Pills from rubbish herbs! Regular Great Pill Masters spend millions on materials, net under 500k after failures. None could make five batches in hours—normally takes a year!"

"Then Big Brother’s Mo Sect’s top alchemist!" Ice Second Brother exclaimed. "No—world’s greatest!"

"Enough!" Fang Lie chuckled. "My shallow cultivation limits me to Purple Palace Master-tier pills. Immortal-level herbs require millennia-old materials harder than treasures—my weak inherited true fire can’t melt them, let alone purify."

Understanding dawned on Ice Second Brother. "But with your talent, advancing’s inevitable! Stronger Nirvana fire will make you supreme!"

"Exactly!" Fang Huo declared. "He inherits Mo Ancestor’s peerless alchemy legacy!"

"Enough flattery." Fang Lie waved dismissively. "Report your findings."