Chapter 108
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Chapter 108: Gifted Psychic Power
After a long time, the disciples of the Tao School climbed the mountain again, but this time, Xu Shiping remained inside and did not come out. Disappointed, they gathered together to discuss their plans.
“Senior Brother Wu, what does the sect master really mean? Everything was fine yesterday—why has it suddenly changed today?”
Everyone turned to a strong man named Wu Tianhao. He was a seventh-level disciple of the Tao School, the same level as Long Fei.
Although only one level above Long Fei, his strength far surpassed him, placing him at the fortieth position on the Tianyuan List.
The others weren’t weak either. Some were stronger than Long Fei, while others were slightly weaker. Even those weaker were only a few ranks below.
“It must be the Grand Princess who made a tough statement!” Wu Tianhao said coldly. “Otherwise, how could the sect master suddenly change his mind?”
“This Yi Qianmo is really a coward, hiding behind a woman!” a group of Tao School disciples shouted angrily.
“We can’t just let this go, right?”
“Of course, we can’t just let this go!”
“But if we don’t let it go, what can we do?”
Everyone looked at Wu Tianhao. He was the strongest among them, and they clearly hoped he would confront the issue and restore their honor.
“Tomorrow morning, I will go and confront him!” Wu Tianhao declared.
He had already made up his mind.
“Actually, besides confronting him, you can also take action against him directly. There’s no need to wait for his permission.”
At that moment, a voice interrupted their discussion.
Everyone turned toward the sound and saw a thin young man standing nearby, surrounded by a group of Tao School disciples.
“Who are you?” someone asked.
“He followed Minister Professor Yu here. He should be a disciple of the Shu School!”
Someone recognized the young man’s identity.
“My name is Wu Qing. I just joined the Shu School, and I am with Minister Professor Yu,” Wu Qing said with a smile.
“Minister Professor Yu has already left. Why are you still here?” Wu Tianhao asked coldly.
The Tao School and the Shu School never got along, and they had no good feelings toward members of the Shu School. If not for Minister Professor Yu’s visit today, disciples of the Shu School wouldn’t even be allowed into the Tao School’s grounds.
“I have a message for Minister Professor Yu,” Wu Qing said.
“If you break the school’s rules and engage in private fights, the punishment is three hundred strikes. However, Minister Professor Yu happens to be the Deputy Hall Master of the Punishment Hall. If you break the rules, he can lessen your punishment. Besides, laws do not punish the many!”
“Hmm!”
When they heard about the three hundred strikes, fear appeared on everyone’s face.
Those strikes were no joke. The punishment staff contained spiritual power, and the disciple being hit could not protect themselves with spiritual energy. Even one hundred strikes could severely injure someone—let alone three hundred.
“You all know that Minister Professor Yu has a grudge against this guy. If you help him, you’ll surely benefit!” Wu Qing continued with a sly smile.
“Get out!” Wu Tianhao shouted angrily. “Get out of the Tao School, or I will throw you off the mountain myself!”
Wu Qing’s expression darkened. “Don’t you all want revenge?”
“Yi Qianmo may be hateful, but he is still a disciple of the Tao School! It is not up to you people from the Shu School to criticize him!” Wu Tianhao said coldly.
“Hmph! You don’t know what’s good for you!” Wu Qing scoffed, brushing off his sleeves as he left.
A group of Tao School disciples watched him leave before resuming their discussion.
Wu Tianhao said, “He’s right. We must vent this frustration!”
“But why did you just…?” The others were puzzled.
“Tomorrow, I will take action, and it will be easy. There is no need to break the rules!” Wu Tianhao assured them.
“Even if we break the rules, we cannot ally with the Shu School. We practice the Yandang Formula and are loyal to His Majesty!”
Yi Qianmo’s Pill Refining
While Wu Tianhao and the others plotted, Yi Qianmo had already entered a cave. Without hesitation, he took out the Clear Source Furnace, preparing to refine pills.
As his spiritual power flowed into the Pill Furnace, flames roared to life. The temperature inside the cave rose as the true fire activated.
Since this was his first time making pills, Yi Qianmo remained extremely cautious. After carefully inspecting the Pill Furnace with his spiritual power, he finally retrieved the necessary herbs.
He was making a first-grade Body Origin Fixing Pill. Although it was only a first-grade pill, it was one of the best for refining spiritual power at the Qi Refining Stage.
“Sizzle!”
The first herb he added was the agent herb—an essential component of alchemy and the most commonly used herb. It was akin to the common people in a nation, forming the foundation of the process.
The first step in alchemy was refining the herbs into a liquid state.
Since the agent herb was a low-grade ingredient, it was highly delicate and required precise heat control. This demanded not only exceptional spiritual power control but also extraordinarily strong psychic power.
To become a Pill Master, one needed a deep connection with herbs—an ability to sense their essence. This connection relied on psychic power, which was far more difficult to cultivate than spiritual power.
If a person lacked natural psychic power, they could never become a Pill Master.
Yi Qianmo did not possess natural psychic power. When he unlocked his ancestor’s inheritance, he realized he was unqualified to become a Pill Master.
However, his ancestor’s inheritance granted him a small spark of psychic power, allowing him to form a connection with the elixirs.
Even with his eyes closed, Yi Qianmo could now see everything. He could perceive the herbs’ inner structures, sensing their essence beyond their outer shells.
Like people, herbs had their own channels and spiritual flow. By controlling flames with psychic power, an alchemist could refine the essence of herbs into liquid—a crucial step in alchemy.
Although he lacked natural psychic power, the inherited fragment he possessed was far superior to the natural psychic power of ordinary Pill Masters.
Moreover, Yi Qianmo had endured hardships from a young age, which had sharpened his willpower far beyond that of his peers.
As his psychic power entered the Pill Furnace, it felt as though his soul had left his body. His psychic power guided his spiritual energy, fueling the flames within the furnace.
The faster and stronger the spiritual power, the fiercer the flames burned. However, refining medicine required more than just intense flames—it demanded precise heat control.
Even the slightest mistake could instantly turn the herbs into ashes, making it impossible to extract their essence.
Yet, psychic power allowed him to discern the true nature of each ingredient, ensuring he used the perfect temperature for each.
Even so, every herb required different heat levels. Handling multiple ingredients at once drained psychic power at an alarming rate.
Typically, alchemists added ingredients one by one.
But Yi Qianmo was different.
He placed dozens of herbs into the furnace simultaneously, refining them all at once.
Each additional herb increased the difficulty, consuming even more psychic power.
If anyone were watching, they would be shocked to see someone attempt such a feat on their first try.
Ruining the herbs would be the least of his worries. If he lost control, it could cause a fiery disaster.
Even if he avoided an explosion, exhausting all his psychic power would leave him devastated.
But Yi Qianmo had no choice.
The psychic power left by his ancestor was not his own. To truly integrate it, he had to break it down and merge it with his body.
The best way to refine psychic power was to process multiple herbs simultaneously.
If he failed today, he might never have another chance to become a Pill Master.
And if he couldn’t become a Pill Master, the most crucial part of his ancestor’s legacy would be lost forever.
