Chapter 131: Pill Fragrance Draws Attention — Steady Refining, Pill Completed
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The surrounding cultivators all had glints of astonishment and excitement in their eyes.
What a potent medicinal aroma!
Just a single whiff cleared their minds and made their spiritual energy stir faintly.
It wasn’t hard to imagine: if the scent alone had such effects, how powerful would the pill be if consumed?
Especially those stuck at bottlenecks like late-stage Qi Condensation or peak early Foundation Realm—their eyes were shining!
This kind of precious pill was bound to greatly assist in breaking through cultivation bottlenecks.
People began exchanging glances, growing wary of each other.
Even those secluded in the private upper rooms of the second floor—Foundation Realm cultivators waiting for the ancient ruins to open—had come out, puzzled by the rich aroma.
Waves of Foundation Realm auras rippled across the inn, suppressing the lower-stage cultivators, leaving the Qi Condensation ones not daring to act rashly.
After all, being able to afford the premium suites (costing hundreds of spirit stones a night) was something only Foundation cultivators could do without blinking.
For most Qi Condensation cultivators, that price would be painful.
The fragrance grew even stronger, entering the mind and heart, awakening desire in many.
However, because nine Foundation Realm cultivators were now standing in front of the room’s door, no Qi Condensation cultivators dared venture upstairs.
But even those nine were now frowning and watching Yu Xian’s door, uncertainty in their eyes.
What was the person inside doing?
From the intensity and purity of the fragrance, and the way their bodies responded to it, they could be sure:
This was a Tier-4 pill!
Still… what was the person inside up to?
Were they just casually letting such a precious pill sit out, allowing its fragrance to dissipate and its potency to weaken?
Or had something happened to the alchemist inside, making them unable to tend to the pill?
As they were speculating, one of them took a step forward, walking directly toward Yu Xian’s room.
The other eight Foundation Realm cultivators also moved swiftly, closing in.
These nine included six early Foundation and three mid-Foundation cultivators. None of them were weak.
They stopped three meters from the door, but due to mutual caution, no one was willing to make the first move and open it.
They all knew each other vaguely—after all, they’d been staying in the inn for several days or even weeks, waiting for the ancient ruins to open, so some familiarity had naturally developed.
Suddenly, one of them chuckled and turned to a middle-aged man standing slightly behind the group.
“Brother Jiang, you’ve always been quite knowledgeable in alchemy. I’ve even heard you successfully refined a Tier-4 pill before—some call you an alchemy master. Based on this scent, do you recognize what kind of pill this is?”
Everyone immediately turned to look at this “Brother Jiang.”
This man, a mid-Foundation cultivator, had a profound and restrained aura. Despite his skill, he had remained at the back, showing no signs of greed.
Hearing the question, Jiang smiled faintly and replied:
“Alchemy master is too much praise. The world holds thousands upon thousands of pills—how could I know them all? But judging from the aroma, it clears the mind, invigorates qi, and stabilizes the body. While I cannot name it precisely, I can confidently say—it’s a Tier-4 pill that strengthens the body, expands the Qi Sea, and aids in breakthrough.”
At these words, everyone’s expressions changed, and the surrounding atmosphere began to tense.
It really is a Tier-4 pill!
That kind of pill was something only Core Formation cultivators regularly used.
Ordinary Foundation cultivators rarely had the qualifications—or the spirit stones—to afford one. Even getting their hands on a single pill required years of savings, often costing tens of thousands of spirit stones.
And among Tier-4 pills, there were levels too. Some of the top-grade Tier-4 pills were so desirable that even Core cultivators would chase after them, needing beast cores and rare herbs to refine.
For instance, the Blood Lotus Spirit Pill refined by Xiao Wusheng was a top-tier Tier-4 treasure that even Core cultivators needed—it required a demon core to create.
Meanwhile, the fragrance in the inn continued to intensify.
Inside the room, Yu Xian pretended to hear nothing from the outside.
He had now entered the final stage of pill refinement.
The main herb—a Tier-4 spirit plant—was floating before him, its medicinal power fully activated by his spiritual energy.
Finally, with a flash of light, it entered the furnace.
Flames roared upward, heating the room to a near-combustible level. Even though the furnace contained most of the heat, the floor beneath was scorching yellow, looking like it might ignite at any moment.
Yu Xian’s gaze remained calm as he closed the lid and waved his hands.
The fire’s intensity now needed to shift through over a dozen variations in a very short span—this was the most critical moment.
Outside, the watching cultivators grew more restless as the fragrance intensified.
Then, Jiang’s brows suddenly furrowed, and he muttered,
“Why is the scent changing constantly? Could it be… someone’s refining the pill inside?”
As an experienced alchemist, he immediately recognized that a refined pill emits a steady aroma.
But here, the scent was fluctuating and growing richer by the second.
He wasn’t loud, but every Foundation cultivator present heard him.
In an instant, all their eyes turned toward him, expressions filled with surprise.
Refining a pill? In there?
What kind of lunatic dares to refine a Tier-4 pill in an inn? Wasn’t he afraid of being interrupted?
Jiang suddenly stepped forward and tried to gently push the door—but it was locked from the inside.
After a moment of thought, he drew a treasured dagger and slipped it through the door crack, pulling it out to peer inside.
And what he saw made his pupils contract—
Inside, Yu Xian was fully immersed in the pill refining process, still performing precise spiritual techniques as the pill neared completion!
But Yu Xian clearly knew what was happening outside.
He had felt someone push the door.
He had felt the dagger slicing the door crack.
He even knew people were peeking in.
And still—his heart remained unshaken.
His hands moved with unwavering steadiness, like an unshakable mountain.
Jiang’s pupils shrank sharply. He turned to the others and whispered coldly:
“Disperse. Now.”
“Brother Jiang, what do you mean by that?”
Some of the others frowned in confusion.
“What, do you plan to keep the pill for yourself?”
“Keep it?” Jiang scoffed, eyes sharp. “That pill belongs to someone else. You want to steal it? Try it and risk your life!”
His voice turned grim and commanding. “If an alchemist’s refinement is disturbed, it becomes a blood feud. You don’t believe me? Go ahead and try.”
The crowd went quiet, startled by his warning.
The one who’d questioned Jiang frowned, stepped up to the door, and also peeked in.
Inside, Yu Xian was still injecting spiritual power, finishing up the final stages.
“He really is refining a pill?”
Whether shocked for real or just feigning it, the man cried out in surprise.
Others followed to take a peek—and sure enough, it was true.
Someone was in there refining a Tier-4 pill.
Which meant the pill, successful or not, had an owner.
If they barged in now, at best, they’d ruin the pill. At worst, they’d make an enemy of the alchemist—with nothing to gain.
No one here was an idiot. They wouldn’t risk everything for no reward.
The most anyone might do was make loud noises or cause a bit of disturbance, hoping to ruin the refinement.
It was a public inn, after all—surely they could talk, right?
But inside the room, Yu Xian remained unfazed.
Finally, he pressed both palms downward—BANG!
Flames surged inside the furnace, increasing the heat severalfold. The final compression stage pushed the medicine into shape—
A complete Tier-4 pill was born!
The room’s floor began to ignite under the heat, but Yu Xian quickly formed a hand seal and cast Water Orb Technique.
Several small water balls shot forth, dousing the flames on the floor and extinguishing the furnace’s fire.
A purple pill, the size of a thumb, shot out of the furnace, flying into Yu Xian’s hand.
He calmly placed it into a jade bottle.
The rich medicinal scent lingering in the room rapidly dissipated.
With a wave of his hand, Yu Xian stored away the Lian Grass Furnace.
Only then did he finally look toward the door, eyes cold and voice calm.
“Fellow Daoists… have you seen enough?”
