Chapter 135: Three Pills Refined, All Successful—Outstanding Strength
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As everyone realized what had just happened, they politely greeted Yu Xian and quickly dispersed, hoping to leave a good impression for the future.
Jiang Shanyu and Zhou Zong exchanged a glance and nodded. “Very well, we’ll wait for you at the inn, Fellow Daoist.”
With that, they too turned and left.
Only Zhu Lin, passing by Yu Xian, glared fiercely at him, inwardly seething with frustration. Unable to act on it, he could only snort coldly through gritted teeth and storm away.
Soon, only Yu Xian and Wang Teng remained in the private hall.
Wang Teng stood up with a smile. “Fellow Daoist, please forgive my urgency. I’ve been stuck at peak Foundation Establishment for too long, and I’m getting older by the day—I truly can’t afford to wait any longer. If possible, could you refine those three pills for me right now?”
Yu Xian nodded. “Since I’ve agreed to it, I can refine them at any time. Just find me a quiet location.”
“Excellent, excellent!” Wang Teng was thrilled by the quick agreement. “Please follow me! I have a secluded place in the backyard, perfect for pill refining—no one will disturb you there.”
Yu Xian stood up. “Then I’ll trouble you to lead the way.”
“Please, this way!”
Wang Teng, beaming with delight, didn’t waste any more words and led Yu Xian down the stairs.
Though Yu Xian followed with a calm expression, he stayed cautious. Even if Wang Teng had no apparent reason to harm him, Yu Xian still had a secret hand seal ready in his sleeve, prepared to summon his Jade Spirit Bracelet at any moment.
The two exited through the back door and arrived in the rear courtyard.
The garden stretched over a hundred meters, lush with flowers and trees. At the back stood a quiet main hall.
Wang Teng led Yu Xian further inside, saying with a smile, “This is where I usually cultivate. I’ve lived in this relic city for nearly eighteen years. Sadly, I’ve never been able to enter the ruins, even after ten openings.”
Yu Xian glanced at him upon hearing this.
But Wang Teng didn’t appear discouraged—instead, he chuckled. “Still, I believe the eleventh time will be the one. I’ll definitely get in!”
Yu Xian nodded inwardly.
This man had a strong temperament—indeed, anyone who reached this level of cultivation without peerless talent had to rely on perseverance, mentality, wits, and some luck.
Not everyone was born a chosen one with divine or earth-grade spiritual roots. Most cultivators were ordinary people striving to survive.
Thus, arrogance and disdain toward others would only lead to one’s own downfall.
These thoughts made Yu Xian even more clear-headed. He said sincerely, “Fellow Daoist, I believe this time, you will succeed.”
“Haha! May your words come true!” Wang Teng’s eyes lit up, his joy even greater.
Before they knew it, they had arrived at the entrance of the main hall.
Wang Teng opened the door with a wave of his hand. “It’s not much, but please make yourself comfortable!”
Yu Xian smiled. “After you.”
Wang Teng entered first, and Yu Xian followed.
The room was simply furnished—just the way cultivators liked it. Nothing ornate or flashy, just functional.
Wang Teng asked, “Is this place quiet enough for your pill refining?”
“It’s perfect,” Yu Xian nodded. “Very suitable.”
“Great, great!” Wang Teng laughed, pulling out a storage pouch from his robe and placing it on the table. “I won’t disturb you any longer. All three sets of pill materials are inside. I’ll leave the rest to you.”
He even gave a polite bow. Pill alchemists always commanded respect—even Core Formation cultivators treated them with courtesy.
Seeing this, Yu Xian also returned the bow. “Rest assured, I’ll do my best.”
Wang Teng nodded and left, closing the door behind him.
Silence fell.
Yu Xian sat cross-legged and summoned his Lian Grass Furnace with a flick of his hand.
Then, with another motion, the storage pouch on the table flew into his hand.
With a surge of spiritual sense, he probed its contents.
Inside were three different sets of pill materials:
One set for a low-grade fourth-rank pill: Mystic Moonlight Powder.
One for a mid-grade fourth-rank pill: Clear Essence Foundation Pill.
And one for a high-grade fourth-rank pill: Blazing Sun Pill.
This last one shocked even Yu Xian. The materials for Blazing Sun Pill included a fourth-rank beast core—worth more than the other two sets combined. It was a pill usually used by Core Formation cultivators.
Wang Teng was clearly betting on Yu Xian’s skills. Otherwise, these materials would have likely gone to Jiang Shanyu.
Yu Xian shook his head and sighed.
Three pills—low, mid, and high grade.
He didn’t intend to fail even once.
Not because of trust or pressure from Wang Teng—but because of his own conviction. When he chose to refine a pill, he would do so flawlessly—or not at all.
This was his pill heart. His pill Dao.
Of course, if it was truly beyond his abilities, he would not attempt it. Self-awareness was a valuable virtue.
He calmed his mind completely, like still water.
Then with a wave of his hand, the eight green flags of the Eight-Cloud Forbidden Air Formation flew into position, forming a foggy domain around him that concealed vision and aura completely.
Even if Wang Teng tried to peek, he’d see nothing.
A good formation indeed.
Within its confines, Yu Xian focused on the pill furnace before him and sent a small pile of charcoal flying into it. The flame began to rise.
…
Outside in the garden, Wang Teng sat nervously in a pavilion, pretending to be calm while staring at the house.
He had originally intended for Yu Xian to refine just one pill first.
But after Yu Xian confidently declared he would definitely enter the ancient ruins, Wang Teng’s heart was stirred.
Others had always told him “maybe next time” or “you’re just unlucky.”
But this man—this Xu Haoming—said with absolute certainty: This time, you will get in.
That kind of conviction lit a fire in Wang Teng.
He decided to believe in him. He offered all three materials—including the most valuable one he had gathered over more than ten years.
Originally, he’d intended to take them to Medicine King Valley, but the war between the rogue cultivator alliance and the six major sects disrupted those plans.
So now, all his hopes rested on Yu Xian.
Even more than Yu Xian himself, Wang Teng was nervous.
…
Time passed.
After two sticks of incense, Yu Xian calmly opened the pill furnace.
Two pale white pills flew out, and Yu Xian caught them in two separate bottles.
The better-quality one went into his own storage pouch; the other into the original pouch from Wang Teng.
Then he summoned a water orb to clean the furnace, relit it, and began the second batch.
By noon, two hours had gone by, and Wang Teng hadn’t blinked once.
Suddenly, the door creaked open.
As if struck by lightning, Wang Teng jumped to his feet.
Yu Xian emerged, his face slightly flushed.
“F-Fellow Daoist!” Wang Teng rushed over, his expression full of nervous anticipation. “How did it go?”
Yu Xian let out a breath and gave a faint smile. “I did not disappoint you. All three batches succeeded. One low-grade, two mid-grade pills. I hope you don’t mind.”
“They all succeeded?”
Wang Teng’s eyes blazed with joy. He laughed like a madman. “Wonderful! Even if they were all low-grade, I would’ve been satisfied!”
“I’m glad you’re pleased.”
Yu Xian handed over the pouch. “Please verify it.”
Wang Teng’s hands trembled slightly as he took it. A quick scan with spiritual sense confirmed it—three pill bottles, three types of pills.
Opening one bottle briefly, he quickly closed it.
They were real—they all succeeded.
This alchemist… was absurdly strong!
Grinning like a blooming chrysanthemum, Wang Teng looked at Yu Xian like he was a walking treasure. “Fellow Daoist, are you tired? Do you need to rest? I know a female cultivator with excellent massage skills—perhaps…”
“Daoist Wang, please—stop there.”
Yu Xian raised his hand with a wry smile. “I’m not that tired. Just some meditation will do. What I need now is a quiet place to stay until the ancient ruins open. Could you help with that?”
Wang Teng’s eyes lit up. “Of course! Absolutely!”
He couldn’t believe his luck—this alchemist wanted to stay under his roof?
He exclaimed, “Stay here, in this house! I have a room upstairs—I’ll move there right away!”
Yu Xian tried to protest, uncomfortable with taking someone else’s room.
But Wang Teng didn’t let him speak. He spun around and dashed off, laughing loudly, “This place is yours now! I’m off! Hahahahaha…”
With that, he vanished into the distance.
Yu Xian stood there, dumbfounded for a moment. Then he chuckled and shook his head, walking back inside.
Since he had to cultivate anyway, he might as well stay here for a few days.
As for the inn… no need to return.
Better to avoid Jiang Shanyu and Zhou Zong disturbing his alchemy.
With a soft click, the door closed once more.
