The Saint Sect had ten great peaks, one of which was known as the Pill Cauldron Peak, a territory governed by Elder Yan Chen, the highest-ranking elder of the sect.
Here, disciples of the Pill Cauldron Peak cultivated medicinal pills, while inner and outer sect disciples also used the secluded rooms here for the same purpose.
As Lin Fan entered the Pill Cauldron Peak, a chaotic mix of medicinal scents filled his nose. From behind the rows of sealed rooms came occasional cries of excitement and bitter laughter.
“I did it! I did it!”
As Lin Fan glanced around, suddenly a disheveled disciple burst out from one of the sealed rooms, his excitement bordering on madness. His bloodshot eyes clearly showed signs of overexertion, nearly reaching the brink of collapse.
His loud shout further heightened the atmosphere. He even spat out a mouthful of blood, but this did nothing to suppress his wild, ecstatic emotions.
Lin Fan sighed in pity, feeling a sense of helplessness and sorrow for the disciple. He must have gone mad from overexertion in pill refining.
Then, Lin Fan found an unoccupied secluded room for himself. The room was small, with a pill furnace standing in the center and nothing else around it.
The air inside was heavy and stale, a strange mixture of various herbs, creating an indescribable sensation.
Looking at the pill furnace, Lin Fan thought to himself. He figured that with just a touch, he should be able to learn how to refine pills, just like when he learned forging—grabbing a hammer and instinctively understanding it all.
The furnace was carved with many strange patterns, occasionally flashing with a flowing light. It was clearly no ordinary object, and the material used to construct it must be exceptional for the purpose of pill refining.
Lin Fan crouched down and looked underneath. There was an opening at the base—surely the place for the fire source.
From the records, Lin Fan knew that beneath the Pill Cauldron Peak lay an ancient geothermal volcano, an ideal flame source for refining pills, capable of perfectly blending the medicinal properties of herbs.
Lin Fan gently touched the furnace and silently murmured to himself.
“Alright, my little buddy.”
Among the ten great peaks of the Holy Sect, there is one named Dan Ding Peak, a territory overseen by the esteemed Elder Yan Chen.
Here, disciples of Dan Ding Peak refine medicines, while both outer and inner sect disciples utilize the secluded chambers for their alchemical pursuits.
As Lin Fan entered Dan Ding Peak, a chaotic medley of medicinal scents assailed his senses. From the rows of sealed chambers, occasional bursts of elation and bitter laughter echoed.
“I’ve succeeded, I’ve succeeded…”
At that moment, Lin Fan surveyed his surroundings. Suddenly, a disheveled disciple, brimming with manic excitement, burst forth from one of the sealed chambers. His bloodshot eyes betrayed the toll of excessive alchemy, teetering on the brink of collapse.
His frenzied shout only heightened his fervor, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, yet nothing could quell his exhilaration and wild emotions.
Lin Fan sighed with pity, feeling a deep sorrow for the disciple. Had alchemy driven him to madness?
Subsequently, Lin Fan found an unused chamber. The space was modest, with a solitary alchemy cauldron standing in the center, surrounded by emptiness.
The air inside was thick and murky, as if infused with a blend of various herbs, evoking an indescribable sensation.
Lin Fan gazed at the cauldron, pondering. With just a touch, he believed he could master it, much like when he learned blacksmithing—grasping a hammer and instantly comprehending its use.
The cauldron was adorned with intricate patterns, and a fleeting luminescence hinted at its extraordinary nature. An alchemy furnace capable of refining medicines was surely crafted from no ordinary material.
Lin Fan crouched down, peering at the base. There, he spotted an opening—likely the source of the flame.
From the manual, Lin Fan knew that beneath Dan Ding Peak lay an ancient volcanic fire, an ideal flame for alchemy, perfectly melding the properties of medicinal herbs.
Lin Fan gently touched the cauldron, silently invoking.
“Come forth, my little companion.”
“Ding, congratulations on mastering alchemy.”
“Ding, alchemy level 1.”
“Ding, the art of alchemy—refine anything, create your own recipes, and record them.”
…
It was that simple, that swift.
For Lin Fan, any skill or technique wasn’t about whether he could learn it, but how quickly he could master it to its peak.
“Alchemy.”
In Lin Fan’s consciousness, a radiant cauldron emerged, wreathed in mist. A fiery dragon coiled around its surface, breathing flames with majestic grandeur.
Lin Fan stroked his chin. Since the cauldron was now active, it would be a shame not to refine something.
But with nothing around, what could he use?
Lin Fan was momentarily stumped, unsure of what to do. Then it struck him—wasn’t it about self-combination? He could even turn bricks into divine artifacts.
His gaze fell to the ground, which was covered in something resembling soil, yet not quite.
But no matter.
Lin Fan scooped up a handful of black soil. In his consciousness, the cauldron’s lid rumbled open. He tossed the soil inside, and the lid slammed shut with a resounding clang.
The fiery dragon began breathing flames, as if orchestrating a celestial downpour.
The white cauldron shimmered with light, as if a peerless treasure was about to emerge.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*1.”
“Swift Essence Pill: A low-grade Yellow Tier pill. Upon consumption, increases cultivation speed for one hour.”
“Swift Essence Pill recipe: Dragonfire Grass, Fragrant Wood Seed.”
A pill the size of a soybean, gleaming with white light, lay quietly in Lin Fan’s palm, leaving him utterly dumbfounded.
This was too damn fake! Could this plain black soil really substitute for two medicinal herbs?
Lin Fan grabbed another handful.
“Ding, congratulations on discovering Black Soil. This is an ordinary clump of black soil, but after long exposure to the medicinal essence during alchemy, it has gradually gained medicinal properties.”
“Holy crap.”
“This black soil has become sentient. This… this…”
Lin Fan was at a loss for words. In the hands of any other alchemist, this black soil would be nothing but ordinary.
Yet, he had managed to refine a pill from it.
At that moment, Lin Fan steadied his mind. There was potential here, great potential.
Upon refining the Swift Essence Pill, the recipe had imprinted itself in his mind. From now on, he could seek out the necessary materials to craft it.
To test further, Lin Fan grabbed another clump of soil and tossed it into the cauldron.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*1.”
Simultaneously, Lin Fan noticed something—each successful refinement sent a mysterious current of energy into his body, as if it were accumulated experience, enhancing his proficiency in this craft.
Lin Fan examined the pill in his hand, eager to test its effects, and popped it into his mouth.
“Ding, consumed Swift Essence Pill. Convert into ten experience points, or enjoy the cultivation speed boost.”
Lin Fan was even more astonished. The system had become increasingly user-friendly after the update.
Previously, any pill he consumed only granted experience. Now, he had a choice.
Not bad, not bad at all. It’s worth all the affection I’ve poured into you.
“Convert experience.”
After gaining ten experience points, Lin Fan’s mind was abuzz with ideas. The pill also tasted sweet, like candy.
Without hesitation, Lin Fan got to work.
Earlier, he had tossed handfuls of black soil into the cauldron. Now, he was scooping up entire chunks and throwing them in.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*10.”
Not bad, not bad…
Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed. This black soil was a treasure trove.
Though the Swift Essence Pill was a low-grade Yellow Tier pill, it stood out among its peers.
For current martial artists, without pills to enhance cultivation, progress would be painfully slow.
While the materials for the Swift Essence Pill weren’t exceptional, the failure rate in alchemy was high. For most alchemists, succeeding once out of ten attempts was commendable.
For Lin Fan, with his 100% success rate, no words could describe his prowess.
Soon, Lin Fan was engrossed in digging, tossing entire chunks of black soil into the cauldron.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on alchemy level up to 2.”
…
Time passed, and Lin Fan was gasping for breath, exhausted like a dog, sitting on the ground.
The surrounding area was now a massive pit, courtesy of his digging.
“I can’t dig anymore. If I keep going, I’ll dig through the ground.”
Lin Fan checked his inventory—500 Swift Essence Pills lay there, dazzling and almost blinding in their brilliance.
Among the ten great peaks of the Sacred Sect, there is one named Dan Ding Peak, a territory under the jurisdiction of Elder Yan Chen, the Supreme Elder.
Here, disciples of Dan Ding Peak refine elixirs, while outer and inner sect disciples also utilize the secluded chambers for their alchemical pursuits.
As Lin Fan entered Dan Ding Peak, a chaotic medley of medicinal scents assailed his senses. From the rows of sealed chambers, occasional bursts of excitement and bitter laughter could be heard.
“I’ve succeeded, I’ve succeeded…”
At that moment, Lin Fan surveyed his surroundings. Suddenly, a disheveled and highly agitated disciple burst out from one of the sealed chambers, his bloodshot eyes betraying the brink of collapse from excessive alchemy.
The sudden outburst heightened his emotions, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, yet his frenzied excitement remained undiminished.
Lin Fan sighed with pity, feeling a deep sorrow for the disciple. He must have gone mad from alchemy.
Subsequently, Lin Fan found an unused chamber for himself. The space inside was modest, with a cauldron standing in the center and nothing else around.
The air inside was thick and murky, as if a myriad of herbs had been mixed together, creating an indescribable atmosphere.
Lin Fan then gazed at the cauldron, pondering. With just a touch of his hand, he should be able to learn, just like when he learned forging—holding a hammer, he could comprehend it on his own.
The cauldron was adorned with intricate patterns, and a shimmering light occasionally flickered across its surface, indicating it was no ordinary object. A cauldron used for alchemy must be made of extraordinary materials.
Lin Fan crouched down and peered at the bottom, where there was a small opening—likely the place for the fire source.
From the manual, Lin Fan learned that beneath Dan Ding Peak lay an ancient volcanic vent, providing the perfect flame for alchemy, allowing the medicinal properties of herbs to blend seamlessly.
Lin Fan gently touched the cauldron, silently chanting.
“Come on, my little companion.”
“Ding, congratulations on learning alchemy.”
“Ding, alchemy level 1.”
“Ding, the art of alchemy, refining all things, self-combination, can record formulas.”
…
It was that simple, that fast.
For Lin Fan, any skill or technique wasn’t about whether he could learn it, but how long it would take him to master it.
“Alchemy.”
At that moment, in Lin Fan’s consciousness, a cauldron glowed with white light, wreathed in mist, with a fiery dragon coiled around its surface, breathing flames—a majestic sight.
Lin Fan stroked his chin. Since the cauldron was already open, it would be a shame not to refine something.
But with nothing around, what could he use?
Lin Fan was momentarily stumped, unsure of what to do. Then, he remembered—self-combination. He could even refine bricks into divine artifacts.
His gaze fell to the ground, which was covered in something resembling soil, yet not quite.
But never mind that.
Lin Fan grabbed a handful of black soil. The lid of the cauldron in his consciousness opened with a rumble, and he tossed the soil inside. The lid then closed with a resounding clang.
The fiery dragon began to breathe flames, like clouds bringing rain.
The white cauldron flashed with light, as if a rare treasure was about to emerge.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*1.”
“Swift Essence Pill: A low-grade yellow-tier pill. After consumption, increases cultivation speed for one hour.”
“Swift Essence Pill formula: Dragon Flame Grass, Fragrant Wood Seed.”
At that moment, a pill the size of a soybean, glowing with white light, lay quietly in Lin Fan’s palm, leaving him dumbfounded.
This was too damn fake. Could this black, unremarkable soil really substitute for two herbs?
Lin Fan grabbed another handful.
“Ding, congratulations on discovering black soil. This is a clump of ordinary black soil, having absorbed the medicinal essence during alchemy, gradually gaining potency.”
“Holy crap.”
“This black soil has become sentient. This… this…”
Lin Fan was at a loss for words. In the hands of any other alchemist, this black soil would be nothing more than ordinary dirt.
But who would have thought he could refine it into a pill?
At that moment, Lin Fan steadied his mind. This had potential, real potential.
After refining the Swift Essence Pill, the formula was already etched in his mind. In the future, he could seek out the materials to refine it again.
To test it further, Lin Fan grabbed another clump of soil and tossed it into the cauldron.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*1.”
Simultaneously, Lin Fan noticed something—every time he successfully refined a pill, a mysterious energy flowed into his body, as if it were accumulated experience, enhancing his proficiency in this craft.
Lin Fan looked at the pill in his hand, wanting to test its effects, and then popped it into his mouth.
“Ding, consumed Swift Essence Pill. Convert into 10 experience points or enjoy the cultivation speed boost.”
Lin Fan was even more astonished. After the system update, it had become increasingly user-friendly.
Previously, no matter what pill he consumed, it only increased his experience. Now, he could even choose.
Not bad, not bad. It was worth his deep affection for it.
“Convert experience.”
After gaining 10 experience points, Lin Fan had an idea. The pill also tasted sweet, like candy.
Without hesitation, Lin Fan got to work.
Previously, he had been grabbing handfuls of black soil to toss into the cauldron. Now, he was digging up entire chunks and throwing them in.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*10.”
Not bad, not bad…
Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed. This black soil was a treasure.
Although the Swift Essence Pill was a low-grade yellow-tier pill, it was among the best in its category.
For current martial artists, without pills to enhance cultivation, their progress would be painfully slow.
While the materials for the Swift Essence Pill weren’t particularly valuable, alchemy had a failure rate. For most alchemists, the failure rate was high—succeeding once out of ten attempts was considered good.
For a bug-like alchemist like Lin Fan, with a 100% success rate, no words could describe it.
Soon, Lin Fan was engrossed in digging, tossing entire chunks of black soil into the cauldron.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on alchemy level rising to 2.”
…
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Fan was gasping for breath, exhausted like a dog, sitting on the ground.
Looking around, he saw that the ground had been dug into a large pit.
“I can’t dig anymore. If I keep going, I’ll dig through the floor.”
Lin Fan checked his inventory—500 Swift Essence Pills lay there, dazzling and almost blinding to behold.
Among the ten great peaks of the Holy Sect, there is one named Dan Ding Peak, a territory overseen by the esteemed Elder Yan Chen.
Here, disciples of Dan Ding Peak practice alchemy, and both outer and inner sect disciples utilize the secluded chambers for their own alchemical pursuits.
As Lin Fan entered Dan Ding Peak, a chaotic mix of medicinal scents assailed his senses. From the rows of sealed rooms, sounds of excitement and bitter laughter occasionally emerged.
“I’ve succeeded, I’ve succeeded…”
At that moment, Lin Fan surveyed his surroundings. Suddenly, a disheveled and highly agitated disciple burst out from one of the sealed rooms, his bloodshot eyes a clear sign of overexertion in alchemy, teetering on the brink of collapse.
His loud cry only heightened his frenzy, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, yet his excitement and mania remained undeterred.
Lin Fan sighed with pity, feeling a deep sorrow for the disciple. It seemed the relentless pursuit of alchemy had driven him to madness.
Lin Fan then found an unused chamber for himself. The room was small, with a single alchemy furnace standing in the center, surrounded by nothing but empty space.
The air inside was thick and murky, as if infused with a myriad of herbal scents, creating an indescribable atmosphere.
Lin Fan gazed at the furnace and pondered. With just a touch, he should be able to learn, much like when he mastered blacksmithing by simply wielding a hammer.
The furnace was adorned with intricate patterns, and a faint glow flickered across its surface, indicating it was no ordinary tool. An alchemy furnace capable of refining elixirs must be made of extraordinary materials.
Lin Fan crouched down and peered at the bottom, where a small opening suggested the presence of a fire source.
From the manual, Lin Fan knew that beneath Dan Ding Peak lay an ancient volcanic vent, providing the perfect flame for alchemy, allowing the medicinal properties of herbs to blend seamlessly.
Lin Fan gently touched the furnace and silently recited, “Come on, my little companion.”
“Ding, congratulations on mastering alchemy.”
“Ding, Alchemy Level 1.”
“Ding, Alchemy Art: Refine anything, self-combine, record formulas.”
…
It was that simple, that quick.
For Lin Fan, any skill or technique wasn’t about whether he could learn it, but how long it would take to master it fully.
“Alchemy.”
At that moment, a radiant alchemy furnace appeared in Lin Fan’s mind, enveloped in swirling mist, with a fiery dragon coiled around it, breathing flames in a majestic display.
Lin Fan stroked his chin. Now that the furnace was open, it would be a waste not to refine something.
But with nothing around, what could he use?
Lin Fan was momentarily stumped, unsure of what to do. Then it hit him—self-combination. He could even turn bricks into divine artifacts.
His gaze fell to the ground, which was covered in a peculiar black substance, resembling soil but not quite.
But who cared?
Lin Fan grabbed a handful of the black soil and tossed it into the furnace. The lid slammed shut with a resounding clang.
The fiery dragon began to breathe flames, as if orchestrating a storm.
The white furnace shimmered with light, as if a rare treasure was about to emerge.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Yuan Pill*1.”
“Swift Yuan Pill: Low-grade Yellow Tier elixir. After consumption, increases cultivation speed for one hour.”
“Swift Yuan Pill recipe: Dragon Flame Grass, Fragrant Wood Seed.”
A pill the size of a soybean, glowing with white light, lay quietly in Lin Fan’s palm, leaving him utterly stunned.
This was too damn fake. Could this black, unremarkable soil really substitute for two medicinal herbs?
Lin Fan grabbed another handful.
“Ding, congratulations on discovering Black Soil. This is ordinary black soil that has absorbed the medicinal essence from prolonged alchemy, gradually gaining potency.”
“Holy crap.”
“This black soil has become sentient. This… this…”
Lin Fan was at a loss for words. In the hands of any other alchemist, this black soil would be nothing more than ordinary dirt.
But who would have thought he could refine it into an elixir?
At that moment, Lin Fan steadied his mind. There was potential here, great potential.
After refining the Swift Yuan Pill, the recipe was etched in his mind. From now on, he could seek out the materials to craft it.
To test further, Lin Fan grabbed another clump of soil and threw it into the furnace.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Yuan Pill*1.”
Lin Fan also noticed something: every time he succeeded in alchemy, a mysterious stream of energy flowed into his body, as if it were accumulated experience, enhancing his proficiency in this craft.
Lin Fan looked at the pill in his hand, eager to test its effects, and popped it into his mouth.
“Ding, consumed Swift Yuan Pill. Convert into ten experience points or enjoy the cultivation speed boost.”
Lin Fan was even more astonished. The system had become increasingly user-friendly after the update.
Previously, no matter what elixir he consumed, it only increased his experience. Now, he had a choice.
Not bad, not bad. It seems my devotion to you hasn’t been in vain.
“Convert experience.”
After gaining ten experience points, Lin Fan had a plan in mind. The pill also tasted sweet, like candy.
Without hesitation, Lin Fan got to work.
Instead of grabbing handfuls of black soil, he now dug up entire chunks and tossed them into the furnace.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Yuan Pill*10.”
Not bad, not bad…
Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed. This black soil was a treasure trove.
Although the Swift Yuan Pill was a low-grade Yellow Tier elixir, it was among the best in its category.
For current martial artists, without elixirs to boost cultivation, progress would be painfully slow.
While the materials for the Swift Yuan Pill weren’t exceptional, the failure rate in alchemy was high. For most alchemists, succeeding once out of ten attempts was considered good.
For Lin Fan, with his 100% success rate, no words could describe his prowess.
Soon, Lin Fan was engrossed in digging, throwing chunk after chunk of black soil into the furnace.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, Alchemy Level increased to 2.”
…
After what felt like an eternity, Lin Fan sat on the ground, panting heavily, exhausted like a dog.
He looked around at the ground, now marked by a large pit he had dug.
“I can’t dig anymore. If I keep going, I’ll dig through the floor.”
Lin Fan checked his inventory, where five hundred Swift Yuan Pills lay, shining brightly, almost blinding in their brilliance.
…
It was that simple. That fast.
For Lin Fan, learning any skill or martial art wasn’t about whether he could learn it, but rather how long it would take him to reach the maximum level once he had.
“Alchemy.”
At that moment, within Lin Fan’s consciousness, a white-glowing pill furnace appeared, shrouded in mist, with a fiery dragon coiling around it, spewing flames majestically.
Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, Lin Fan thought to himself: Now that he had started refining, how could he not make something? But now, the room was completely empty—what was there to refine?
At this thought, Lin Fan hesitated, unsure of what to do. Then he suddenly remembered: “Wait, isn’t it free combination? If I can refine even a brick into a divine artifact, then surely I can do something here.”
His gaze fell to the ground. He didn’t know what the floor was made of—it looked somewhat like soil, but not quite.
But at this point, who cared?
Lin Fan scooped up a handful of black soil. In his consciousness, the pill furnace’s lid roared open. He tossed the black earth inside, and the lid slammed shut with a thunderous boom.
The fiery dragon began to spew flames like rain clouds drifting through the sky.
The white pill furnace immediately began to glow with radiant light, as if a legendary treasure was about to emerge.
Among the ten great peaks of the Sacred Sect, there is one named Dan Ding Peak, a territory overseen by the Supreme Elder Yan Chen.
Here, disciples of Dan Ding Peak refine elixirs, while both outer and inner sect disciples utilize the secluded chambers for their alchemical pursuits.
As Lin Fan entered Dan Ding Peak, a chaotic mix of medicinal scents assailed his nostrils. From the rows of sealed rooms, sounds of excitement and bitter laughter occasionally emanated.
“I’ve succeeded, I’ve succeeded…”
At that moment, Lin Fan surveyed his surroundings. Suddenly, a disheveled and highly agitated disciple burst out from one of the sealed rooms, his bloodshot eyes indicating he was on the verge of collapse from excessive alchemy.
His sudden shout heightened his frenzy, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, yet nothing could quell his exhilarated and frenzied heart.
Lin Fan sighed, feeling a pang of sorrow and helplessness for the disciple. It seemed the relentless pursuit of alchemy had driven him to madness.
Lin Fan then found an unused chamber for himself. The room was small, with a cauldron standing in the center and nothing else around.
The air inside was thick, as if a myriad of herbs had been mixed together, creating an indescribable atmosphere.
Lin Fan gazed at the cauldron, pondering. With just a touch, he thought, he could master it, just as he had with blacksmithing—grasping a hammer and instantly comprehending the craft.
The cauldron was adorned with intricate patterns, and a faint glow flickered across its surface, clearly indicating it was no ordinary object. A cauldron used for alchemy must be made of extraordinary materials.
Lin Fan crouched down and peered at the bottom, where a small opening suggested the presence of a fire source.
From the manual, Lin Fan learned that beneath Dan Ding Peak lay an ancient volcanic vent, providing the perfect flame for alchemy, allowing the medicinal properties of herbs to blend seamlessly.
Lin Fan gently touched the cauldron, silently invoking.
“Come on, my little companion.”
“Ding, congratulations on mastering alchemy.”
“Ding, Alchemy Level 1.”
“Ding, the art of alchemy—nothing is unrefinable. Self-combination allows for the recording of elixir recipes.”
…
It was that simple, that swift.
For Lin Fan, any skill or technique wasn’t about whether he could learn it, but how long it would take to master it fully.
“Alchemy.”
At that moment, within Lin Fan’s consciousness, a cauldron emanated a white light, shrouded in mist, with a fiery dragon coiled around it, breathing flames—a majestic sight.
Lin Fan stroked his chin. Since the cauldron was already open, it would be a waste not to refine something.
But with nothing around, what could he use?
Lin Fan was momentarily stumped, unsure of what to do. Then it struck him—self-combination! He could even turn bricks into divine artifacts.
His gaze fell to the ground, which was covered in something resembling soil but not quite.
But who cared?
Lin Fan grabbed a handful of black soil. The lid of the cauldron in his mind rumbled open, and he tossed the soil inside. The lid then slammed shut with a resounding clang.
The fiery dragon began to breathe flames, like clouds bringing rain.
The white cauldron shimmered with light, as if a rare treasure was about to emerge.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*1.”
“Swift Essence Pill: A low-grade Yellow Tier elixir. Upon consumption, it increases cultivation speed for one hour.”
“Swift Essence Pill recipe: Dragon Flame Grass, Fragrant Wood Seed.”
A pill the size of a soybean, glowing with white light, lay quietly in Lin Fan’s palm, leaving him dumbfounded.
This was too unreal. Could this black, unremarkable soil really substitute for two medicinal herbs?
Lin Fan grabbed another handful.
“Ding, congratulations on discovering Black Soil. This is ordinary black soil that has absorbed the medicinal essence from prolonged alchemy, gradually gaining potency.”
“Holy crap.”
“This black soil has become sentient. This… this…”
Lin Fan was at a loss for words. In the hands of any other alchemist, this black soil would be nothing but ordinary.
But who would have thought he could refine it into an elixir?
At that moment, Lin Fan steadied his mind. This was promising, very promising.
Upon refining the Swift Essence Pill, the recipe had imprinted itself in his mind. From now on, he could seek out the materials to refine it again.
To test it further, Lin Fan grabbed another handful of soil and tossed it into the cauldron.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*1.”
Lin Fan also noticed that with each successful refinement, a mysterious energy flowed into his body, as if it were accumulated experience, enhancing his proficiency in this craft.
Lin Fan looked at the pill in his hand, eager to test its effects, and popped it into his mouth.
“Ding, you have consumed a Swift Essence Pill. Would you like to convert it into ten experience points or enjoy the cultivation speed boost?”
Lin Fan was even more astonished. The system had become increasingly user-friendly after the update.
Previously, no matter what elixir he consumed, it only increased his experience. Now, he had a choice.
Not bad, not bad. It’s worth Dad’s unwavering affection for you.
“Convert to experience.”
After gaining ten experience points, Lin Fan had an idea. The pill also tasted sweet, like candy.
Without hesitation, Lin Fan got to work.
Previously, he had been tossing handfuls of black soil into the cauldron. Now, he was digging up entire chunks and throwing them in.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*10.”
Not bad, not bad…
Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed. This black soil was a treasure trove.
Although the Swift Essence Pill was a low-grade Yellow Tier elixir, it was among the best in its category.
For current martial artists, without elixirs to enhance cultivation, their progress would be painfully slow.
While the materials for the Swift Essence Pill weren’t particularly valuable, the failure rate in alchemy was high. For most alchemists, succeeding once out of ten attempts was considered good.
For Lin Fan, a bug-like alchemist with a 100% success rate, no words could describe his prowess.
Soon, Lin Fan was engrossed in digging, tossing entire chunks of black soil into the cauldron.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on reaching Alchemy Level 2.”
…
After what felt like an eternity, Lin Fan was gasping for breath, exhausted like a dog, sitting on the ground.
The surrounding area had been dug into a massive pit.
“I can’t dig anymore. If I keep going, I’ll dig through the ground.”
Lin Fan checked his inventory. Five hundred Swift Essence Pills lay there, dazzling and almost blinding to behold.
“Swift Yuan Pill x1.”
“Swift Yuan Pill: A low-grade yellow-tier pill. When consumed, it accelerates cultivation speed for one hour.”
“Swift Yuan Pill Formula: Longyan Grass, Xiangmu Seed.”
At that moment, a pill the size of a soybean, glowing white, lay quietly in Lin Fan’s palm. He stared at it, stunned.
“This can’t be real. This black dirt actually replaced two medicinal herbs?”
He grabbed another handful.
Among the ten great peaks of the Sacred Sect, there is one named the Alchemy Peak, a domain overseen by the esteemed Elder Yan Chen.
Here, disciples of the Alchemy Peak refine medicines, and both outer and inner sect disciples utilize the secluded chambers for their alchemical practices.
As Lin Fan entered the Alchemy Peak, a chaotic medley of medicinal scents greeted him. From the rows of sealed rooms, sounds of exhilaration and bitter laughter occasionally emerged.
“I’ve succeeded, I’ve succeeded…”
At that moment, Lin Fan surveyed his surroundings. Suddenly, a disheveled and wildly excited disciple burst out from one of the sealed rooms, his bloodshot eyes betraying the brink of collapse from excessive alchemy.
His frenzied shout only heightened his emotions, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, yet his excitement and mania remained unchecked.
Lin Fan sighed, feeling a pang of sorrow and helplessness for the disciple. It seemed the relentless pursuit of alchemy had driven him to madness.
Subsequently, Lin Fan found an unused chamber. The space was modest, with an alchemy cauldron standing in the center and nothing else around.
The air inside was thick, as if infused with a blend of various herbs, creating an indescribable atmosphere.
Lin Fan gazed at the cauldron, pondering. With just a touch, he believed he could master it, much like how he had effortlessly learned blacksmithing by simply wielding a hammer.
The cauldron was adorned with intricate patterns, and a faint glow flickered across its surface, indicating it was no ordinary object. A cauldron used for alchemy was surely crafted from extraordinary materials.
Lin Fan crouched down and peered at the base, where a small opening suggested the presence of a fire source.
From the manual, Lin Fan learned that beneath the Alchemy Peak lay an ancient volcanic fire, an ideal flame for alchemy that perfectly melded the properties of medicinal herbs.
Lin Fan gently touched the cauldron, silently invoking.
“Come on, my little companion.”
“Ding, congratulations on mastering alchemy.”
“Ding, alchemy level 1.”
“Ding, the art of alchemy, capable of refining anything, allows for self-formulated recipes to be recorded.”
…
It was that simple, that swift.
For Lin Fan, any skill or technique wasn’t about whether he could learn it, but how quickly he could master it to its highest level.
“Alchemy.”
At that moment, within Lin Fan’s consciousness, a radiant cauldron emerged, enveloped in swirling mist. A fiery dragon coiled around its surface, breathing flames, a majestic sight.
Lin Fan stroked his chin. Now that the cauldron was activated, it would be a waste not to refine something.
But with nothing around, what could he use?
Lin Fan was momentarily stumped. Then, he remembered—self-formulation. He could even turn bricks into divine artifacts.
His gaze fell to the ground, which was covered in a peculiar substance resembling soil but not quite.
No matter.
Lin Fan scooped up a handful of black soil. The lid of the cauldron in his consciousness opened with a rumble, and he tossed the soil inside. The lid slammed shut with a resounding clang.
The fiery dragon began to breathe flames, like clouds releasing rain.
The white cauldron shimmered with light, as if a rare treasure was about to emerge.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*1.”
“Swift Essence Pill: A low-grade yellow-tier pill that enhances cultivation speed for one hour upon consumption.”
“Swift Essence Pill recipe: Dragonfire Grass, Fragrant Wood Seed.”
A pill the size of a soybean, glowing with a white light, lay quietly in Lin Fan’s palm, leaving him utterly stunned.
This was too unreal. Could this ordinary black soil really substitute for two medicinal herbs?
Lin Fan grabbed another handful.
“Ding, congratulations on discovering Black Soil. This is ordinary black soil that has absorbed the essence of medicinal herbs over time, gradually gaining medicinal properties.”
“Holy crap.”
“This black soil has become sentient. This… this…”
Lin Fan was at a loss for words. In the hands of any other alchemist, this black soil would be nothing but ordinary.
Yet, he had managed to refine a pill from it.
At that moment, Lin Fan steadied his mind. This had potential, great potential.
Upon refining the Swift Essence Pill, the recipe was imprinted in his mind. In the future, he could seek out the materials to replicate it.
To test further, Lin Fan grabbed another handful of soil and tossed it into the cauldron.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*1.”
Simultaneously, Lin Fan noticed something—each successful refinement brought a mysterious flow of energy into his body, as if it were accumulated experience, enhancing his proficiency in this craft.
Lin Fan looked at the pill in his hand, eager to test its effects, and popped it into his mouth.
“Ding, you have consumed the Swift Essence Pill. Would you like to convert it into ten experience points or enjoy the cultivation speed boost?”
Lin Fan was even more astonished. The system had become increasingly user-friendly after the update.
Previously, any pill he consumed only added experience points. Now, he had a choice.
Not bad, not bad. It’s worth my unwavering affection for you.
“Convert to experience.”
After gaining ten experience points, Lin Fan had an idea. The pill also tasted sweet, like candy.
Without hesitation, Lin Fan got to work.
Instead of grabbing handfuls of black soil, he now dug up entire chunks and tossed them into the cauldron.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*10.”
Not bad, not bad…
Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed. This black soil was a treasure.
Although the Swift Essence Pill was a low-grade yellow-tier pill, it was among the best in its category.
For current martial artists, without pills to enhance cultivation, progress would be painfully slow.
While the materials for the Swift Essence Pill weren’t exceptional, the failure rate in alchemy was high. For most alchemists, succeeding once out of ten attempts was commendable.
For Lin Fan, with his 100% success rate, no words could describe his prowess.
Soon, Lin Fan was engrossed in digging, tossing entire chunks of black soil into the cauldron.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on reaching alchemy level 2.”
…
After what felt like an eternity, Lin Fan sat on the ground, panting heavily, exhausted like a dog.
He looked around at the ground, now marked by a large pit he had dug.
“I can’t dig anymore. Any deeper, and I’ll dig through the floor.”
Lin Fan checked his inventory, where 500 Swift Essence Pills lay, dazzling and almost blinding in their brilliance.
“What the hell!”
“This black mud has become practically sentient! This… this…”
Lin Fan was at a loss for words. In the hands of other alchemists, this black soil was nothing more than ordinary dirt. Yet he had managed to refine a pill from it.
At this moment, Lin Fan steadied his mind. This was promising—very promising indeed.
When he had refined the Swift Yuan Pill, its formula had already been recorded in his mind. In the future, he could reproduce it by finding the required ingredients.
To test it further, Lin Fan scooped up another clump of soil and threw it into the furnace.
“Boom! Boom!”
Among the ten peaks of the Sacred Sect, there is one named the Dan Ding Peak, a territory overseen by Elder Yan Chen, the Supreme Elder.
Here, disciples of Dan Ding Peak refine medicines, and both outer and inner sect disciples utilize the secluded chambers for their alchemical pursuits.
As Lin Fan entered Dan Ding Peak, a chaotic mix of medicinal scents greeted him. From the rows of sealed rooms, sounds of excitement and bitter laughter occasionally emerged.
“I’ve succeeded, I’ve succeeded…”
At this moment, Lin Fan surveyed his surroundings. Suddenly, a disheveled and extremely excited disciple burst out from one of the sealed rooms, his entire being exuding an abnormal excitement. His bloodshot eyes clearly indicated that he had been overworking himself in alchemy, teetering on the brink of collapse.
This sudden outburst heightened his emotions, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. Yet, nothing could quell his frenzied and exhilarated heart.
Lin Fan sighed with pity, feeling a sense of helpless sorrow for the disciple. It seemed that alchemy had driven him to madness.
Subsequently, Lin Fan found an unused secluded chamber for himself. The room was not large, with a single alchemical cauldron standing in the center, surrounded by emptiness.
The air inside was turbid, as if a mixture of various herbs had been blended together, creating an indescribable sensation.
Lin Fan then gazed at the cauldron, pondering. With just a touch of his hand, he should be able to learn, much like when he learned smithing—holding a hammer, he could naturally comprehend.
The cauldron was adorned with intricate patterns, and a fleeting glow shimmered across its surface, indicating it was no ordinary object. An alchemical cauldron capable of refining medicines was surely made of extraordinary materials.
Lin Fan crouched down and peered at the bottom, where there was a small opening—likely the place for the fire source.
From the manual, Lin Fan learned that beneath Dan Ding Peak lay an ancient volcanic mountain, providing the perfect flame for alchemy, allowing the medicinal properties of herbs to blend seamlessly.
Lin Fan gently touched the cauldron, silently reciting in his heart.
“Come on, my little companion.”
“Ding, congratulations on learning alchemy.”
“Ding, alchemy level 1.”
“Ding, the art of alchemy, nothing is unrefinable, self-combination, can record formulas.”
…
It was that simple, that quick.
For any skill or technique, Lin Fan’s concern wasn’t whether he could learn it, but how long it would take him to master it fully.
“Alchemy.”
At this moment, within Lin Fan’s consciousness, a cauldron emanated a white light, shrouded in mist. A fiery dragon coiled around the cauldron, breathing flames, creating an imposing sight.
Lin Fan stroked his chin. Since the cauldron was already open, it would be a shame not to refine something.
But with nothing around, what could he use?
Lin Fan was momentarily at a loss, unsure of what to do. Then, he remembered—self-combination. He could even refine bricks into divine artifacts.
His gaze fell to the ground. The material of the floor was unclear, resembling soil but not quite.
But never mind that.
Lin Fan grabbed a handful of black soil. The lid of the cauldron in his consciousness opened with a rumble, and he tossed the black soil inside. The lid then closed with a resounding clang.
The fiery dragon began to breathe flames, like clouds and rain.
The white cauldron suddenly flashed with light, as if a rare treasure was about to emerge.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*1.”
“Swift Essence Pill: A low-grade yellow-tier pill. After consumption, it increases cultivation speed for one hour.”
“Swift Essence Pill formula: Dragon Flame Grass, Fragrant Wood Seed.”
At this moment, a pill the size of a soybean, glowing with white light, lay quietly in Lin Fan’s palm, leaving him utterly stunned.
This was too damn fake. Could this black, unremarkable soil really substitute for two medicinal herbs?
Lin Fan grabbed another handful.
“Ding, congratulations on discovering black soil. This is a clump of ordinary black soil, which has gradually gained medicinal properties from long-term exposure to the essence of alchemical herbs.”
“Holy crap.”
“This black soil has become sentient. This… this…”
Lin Fan was at a loss for words. In the hands of any other alchemist, this black soil would be nothing more than ordinary dirt.
But who would have thought that he could refine it into a pill?
At this moment, Lin Fan steadied his mind. There was potential here, great potential.
Upon refining the Swift Essence Pill, the formula had already imprinted itself in his mind. In the future, he could seek out the materials to refine it again.
To test it further, Lin Fan grabbed another clump of soil and tossed it into the cauldron.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*1.”
Simultaneously, Lin Fan noticed something. Each time he successfully refined a pill, a mysterious stream of energy flowed into his body, as if it were accumulated experience, enhancing his proficiency in this profession.
Lin Fan looked at the pill in his hand, wanting to test its effects, and then popped it into his mouth.
“Ding, consumed Swift Essence Pill. Would you like to convert it into ten experience points or enjoy the cultivation acceleration effect?”
Lin Fan was even more astonished. After the system update, it had become increasingly user-friendly.
Previously, no matter what pill he consumed, it would only increase his experience. Now, he could even choose.
Not bad, not bad. It was worth his deep affection for it.
“Convert experience.”
After gaining ten experience points, Lin Fan already had an idea in mind. Moreover, the pill was somewhat sweet, like candy.
Without hesitation, Lin Fan got to work.
Previously, he had been grabbing handfuls of black soil and tossing them into the cauldron. Now, he was digging up entire chunks and throwing them in.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*10.”
Not bad, not bad…
Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed. This black soil was truly a treasure.
Although the Swift Essence Pill was a low-grade yellow-tier pill, it was among the best in its category.
For current martial artists, without the aid of pills, their cultivation speed would be painfully slow.
Although the materials for refining the Swift Essence Pill were not particularly valuable, alchemy had a failure rate. For most alchemists, the failure rate was high. Successfully refining one pill out of ten attempts was considered good.
For a bug-like alchemist like Lin Fan, with a 100% success rate, no words could describe it.
Soon, Lin Fan was engrossed in digging, tossing entire chunks of black soil into the cauldron.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on alchemy level rising to 2.”
…
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Fan was gasping for breath, exhausted like a dog, sitting on the ground.
Looking around, he saw that the ground had been dug into a large pit.
“I can’t dig anymore. If I keep going, I’ll dig through the floor.”
Lin Fan checked his backpack, where five hundred Swift Essence Pills lay quietly, so dazzling, so awe-inspiring.
“Swift Yuan Pill x1.”
At the same time, Lin Fan noticed something: each time he successfully refined a pill, a strange current of energy flowed into his body, as if it were experience, enhancing his alchemy skill level.
Looking at the pill in his hand, Lin Fan wanted to test its effects. He popped it into his mouth.
Among the ten great peaks of the Holy Sect, there is one named the Dan Ding Peak, a domain overseen by the venerable Elder Yan Chen.
Here, disciples of Dan Ding Peak refine medicines, and both outer and inner sect disciples utilize the secluded chambers for their alchemical pursuits.
As Lin Fan entered Dan Ding Peak, a chaotic medley of medicinal scents assailed his senses. From the rows of sealed rooms, sounds of elation and frustration occasionally emanated.
“I’ve succeeded, I’ve succeeded…”
At that moment, Lin Fan surveyed his surroundings. Suddenly, a disheveled and wildly excited disciple burst out from one of the sealed rooms, his bloodshot eyes betraying the brink of collapse from excessive alchemy.
His fervent cry heightened his emotions, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, yet nothing could quell his frenzied excitement.
Lin Fan sighed with pity, feeling a deep sorrow for the disciple. “Has alchemy driven him mad?” he wondered.
Subsequently, Lin Fan found an unused chamber. The space was modest, with a cauldron standing in the center and nothing else around.
The air inside was thick, as if infused with a myriad of herbs, creating an indescribable atmosphere.
Lin Fan gazed at the cauldron, pondering. “With just a touch, I should be able to learn, just like when I mastered forging by wielding a hammer.”
The cauldron was adorned with intricate patterns, and a fleeting glow suggested it was no ordinary vessel. A cauldron for alchemy must be crafted from extraordinary materials.
Lin Fan crouched down and peered at the base, where a small opening likely housed the flame.
From the manual, Lin Fan knew that beneath Dan Ding Peak lay an ancient volcanic vent, providing the perfect flame for alchemy, allowing the medicinal properties of herbs to blend seamlessly.
Lin Fan gently touched the cauldron, silently invoking, “Come forth, my little companion.”
“Ding, congratulations on learning alchemy.”
“Ding, Alchemy Level 1.”
“Ding, the art of alchemy, capable of refining anything, can record formulas autonomously.”
…
It was that simple, that swift.
For Lin Fan, any skill or technique wasn’t about whether he could learn it, but how quickly he could master it to its peak.
“Alchemy.”
In Lin Fan’s consciousness, a cauldron shimmered with white light, wreathed in mist. A fiery dragon coiled around its surface, breathing flames with grandeur.
Lin Fan stroked his chin. “Since the cauldron is open, it would be a shame not to refine something.”
But the surroundings were barren. What could he use?
Lin Fan was momentarily stumped. Then it struck him—autonomous combination. “I can even forge bricks into divine artifacts.”
His gaze fell to the ground, which was covered in something resembling soil, yet not quite.
But what did it matter?
Lin Fan scooped up a handful of black soil. The cauldron in his consciousness rumbled open, and he tossed the soil inside. The lid slammed shut with a resounding clang.
The fiery dragon began breathing flames like a cloud dispersing rain.
The white cauldron flashed brilliantly, as if a rare treasure was about to emerge.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*1.”
“Swift Essence Pill: A low-grade Yellow Tier pill. Upon consumption, it accelerates cultivation speed for one hour.”
“Swift Essence Pill Formula: Dragon Flame Grass, Fragrant Wood Seed.”
A pill the size of a soybean, gleaming with white light, lay quietly in Lin Fan’s palm, leaving him utterly astonished.
“Is this for real? This black, grimy soil can substitute for two herbs?”
Lin Fan grabbed another handful.
“Ding, congratulations on discovering Black Soil. This is ordinary black soil that has absorbed the medicinal essence from prolonged alchemy, gradually gaining potency.”
“Holy crap.”
“This black soil has become sentient. This… this…”
Lin Fan was at a loss for words. In the hands of any other alchemist, this black soil would be utterly mundane.
But who would have thought he could refine it into a pill?
At that moment, Lin Fan steadied his mind. “This has potential, real potential.”
Upon refining the Swift Essence Pill, the formula was etched in his mind. From now on, he could seek out the materials to craft it.
To test further, Lin Fan grabbed another clump of soil and tossed it into the cauldron.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*1.”
Lin Fan also noticed that with each successful refinement, a mysterious energy flowed into his body, akin to experience points, enhancing his proficiency in this secondary profession.
Lin Fan examined the pill in his hand, eager to test its effects, and popped it into his mouth.
“Ding, upon consuming Swift Essence Pill, choose to convert it into ten experience points or enjoy the cultivation acceleration effect.”
Lin Fan was even more astonished. “The system has become increasingly user-friendly after the update.”
Previously, any pill he consumed only boosted his experience. Now, he had a choice.
“Not bad, not bad. Worthy of my deep affection for you.”
“Convert to experience.”
After gaining ten experience points, Lin Fan had a plan. The pill was also slightly sweet, like a candy bean.
Without hesitation, Lin Fan got to work.
Previously, he had tossed handfuls of black soil into the cauldron. Now, he dug up entire chunks and threw them in.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*10.”
“Not bad, not bad…”
Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed. This black soil was a treasure.
Though the Swift Essence Pill was a low-grade Yellow Tier pill, it stood out among its peers.
For current martial artists, without pills to enhance cultivation, their progress would be painfully slow.
While the materials for the Swift Essence Pill weren’t exceptional, the failure rate in alchemy was high. For most alchemists, succeeding once out of ten attempts was commendable.
For Lin Fan, with his 100% success rate, no words could describe his prowess.
Soon, Lin Fan was engrossed in digging, tossing entire chunks of black soil into the cauldron.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on advancing to Alchemy Level 2.”
…
After an unknown period, Lin Fan sat on the ground, panting heavily, exhausted like a dog.
The surrounding ground was now a massive pit from his digging.
“I can’t dig anymore, or I’ll dig through the floor.”
Lin Fan checked his inventory. Five hundred Swift Essence Pills lay there, dazzling and almost blinding.
Lin Fan was even more stunned. The system had become increasingly user-friendly after the update.
Previously, no matter what pill he consumed, it only added experience. Now, he could actually choose.
Good, very good. No wonder he had such a soft spot for this system.
“Convert to experience.”
After gaining ten experience points, Lin Fan had a new idea. Also, the pill tasted kind of sweet, like candy.
Without hesitation, Lin Fan dove into work.
Previously, he had been taking handfuls of black mud, but now he was scooping up entire chunks and throwing them into the furnace.
“Boom! Boom!”
Among the ten great peaks of the Holy Sect, there is one named Dan Ding Peak, a domain under the jurisdiction of Elder Yan Chen, the Supreme Elder.
Here, disciples of Dan Ding Peak practice alchemy, and both outer and inner sect disciples utilize the secluded chambers here for their alchemical pursuits.
As Lin Fan entered Dan Ding Peak, a chaotic mix of medicinal scents assailed his nostrils. From the rows of sealed rooms, sounds of excitement and bitter laughter occasionally emanated.
“I’ve succeeded, I’ve succeeded…”
At this moment, Lin Fan surveyed his surroundings when suddenly, a disheveled and extremely excited disciple burst out from one of the sealed rooms. The disciple appeared unusually exhilarated, his bloodshot eyes a clear sign of excessive alchemical practice, teetering on the brink of collapse.
The sudden shout heightened his emotions, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood, yet it couldn’t quell his frenzied and excited heart.
Lin Fan felt a pang of pity and sorrow for him, thinking, “Has he gone mad from alchemy?”
Subsequently, Lin Fan found an unused chamber for himself. The space inside was not large, with a cauldron standing in the center and nothing else around.
The air inside was quite turbid, as if mixed with various herbs, creating an indescribable sensation.
Then, Lin Fan looked at the cauldron and thought, “With just a touch of my hand, I should be able to learn, just like when I learned forging—holding a hammer, I could comprehend it on my own.”
The cauldron was carved with many strange patterns, and a fleeting glow suggested it was no ordinary object. A cauldron used for alchemy must be made of extraordinary materials.
Lin Fan crouched down and glanced at the bottom, where there was an opening—likely the place for the fire source.
From the manual, Lin Fan learned that beneath Dan Ding Peak lies an ancient volcanic mountain, providing an excellent flame for alchemy, perfectly blending the medicinal properties of herbs.
Lin Fan gently touched the cauldron with his fingers, silently reciting.
“Come on, my little buddy.”
“Ding, congratulations on learning alchemy.”
“Ding, alchemy level 1.”
“Ding, the art of alchemy, nothing cannot be refined, self-combination, can record formulas.”
…
It was that simple, that fast.
For Lin Fan, any skill or technique wasn’t about whether he could learn it, but how long it would take to master it fully.
“Alchemy.”
At this moment, in Lin Fan’s sea of consciousness, a cauldron glowed with white light, shrouded in mist, with a fire dragon coiling around its surface, breathing fire, quite majestic.
Lin Fan stroked his chin, thinking, “Since the cauldron is already open, it would be a waste not to refine something.”
But now, with nothing around, what could he refine?
Lin Fan was at a loss, unsure of what to do. Then, he remembered, “Isn’t it about self-combination? I can even refine bricks into divine artifacts.”
His gaze fell to the ground, which was covered with something resembling soil, yet not quite.
But never mind.
Lin Fan grabbed a handful of black soil, and the lid of the cauldron in his sea of consciousness opened with a rumble. He threw the black soil inside, and the lid closed with a loud bang.
The fire dragon began to breathe fire like clouds bringing rain.
The white cauldron flashed with light, as if some extraordinary treasure was about to emerge.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*1.”
“Swift Essence Pill: A low-grade yellow-tier pill, increases cultivation speed for one hour after consumption.”
“Swift Essence Pill formula: Dragon Flame Grass, Fragrant Wood Seed.”
At this moment, a pill the size of a soybean, glowing with white light, lay quietly in Lin Fan’s palm, leaving him dumbfounded.
“Is this for real? Can this black soil really substitute for two herbs?”
Lin Fan grabbed another handful.
“Ding, congratulations on discovering black soil, a clump of ordinary black soil that has gradually gained medicinal properties from long-term exposure to alchemical herbs.”
“Holy crap.”
“This black soil has become sentient, this… this…”
Lin Fan was at a loss for words. In the hands of other alchemists, this black soil would be nothing but ordinary.
But who would have thought he could refine pills with it.
At this moment, Lin Fan steadied his mind, thinking, “There’s potential here, a lot of potential.”
Upon refining the Swift Essence Pill, the formula was already in his mind. In the future, he could just find the materials to refine it.
To experiment further, Lin Fan grabbed another clump of soil and threw it into the cauldron.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*1.”
At the same time, Lin Fan noticed something: every time he successfully refined a pill, a mysterious stream of energy flowed into his body, as if it were past experience, enhancing his proficiency in this profession.
Looking at the pill in his hand, Lin Fan wanted to test its effects and then popped it into his mouth.
“Ding, consumed Swift Essence Pill, choose to convert into ten experience points or enjoy the cultivation speed boost.”
Lin Fan was even more astonished. After the system update, it had become increasingly user-friendly.
Previously, no matter what pill he consumed, it only increased experience points. Now, he could even choose.
“Not bad, not bad, it’s worth my deep affection for you.”
“Convert experience.”
After gaining ten experience points, Lin Fan had an idea. Moreover, the pill was somewhat sweet, like a candy bean.
Without further ado, Lin Fan got to work.
Previously, he had been grabbing handfuls of black soil to throw into the cauldron; now, he was digging up entire chunks and tossing them in.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*10.”
Not bad, not bad…
Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed; this black soil was a treasure.
Although the Swift Essence Pill is a low-grade yellow-tier pill, it stands out among its peers.
For current martial artists, without pill-enhanced cultivation, how slow would their progress be?
Although the materials for refining the Swift Essence Pill are not of high quality, alchemy has a failure rate. For ordinary alchemists, the failure rate is high; succeeding once out of ten attempts is considered good.
For a bug alchemist like Lin Fan with a 100% success rate, it’s beyond words.
Soon, Lin Fan was engrossed in digging, throwing entire chunks of black soil into the cauldron.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on alchemy level rising to 2.”
…
After an unknown period, Lin Fan was heavily panting, sitting on the ground as tired as a dog.
Looking around, he saw that the ground had been dug into a large pit.
“Can’t dig anymore, or I’ll dig through the ground.”
Lin Fan checked his backpack, where 500 Swift Essence Pills lay quietly, so dazzling, so overwhelming.
“Swift Yuan Pill x10.”
Excellent, excellent…
Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed with excitement. This black soil was truly a treasure.
Although the Swift Yuan Pill was a low-grade yellow-tier pill, it was among the best of its class.
For current cultivators, without pill enhancement, their cultivation speed would be extremely slow.
Although the ingredients for the Swift Yuan Pill were nothing special, alchemy had a failure rate. For ordinary alchemists, the failure rate was high—successfully refining one pill from ten sets of ingredients was already considered excellent.
As for Lin Fan, with a 100% success rate, he was an absolute anomaly, beyond words.
Soon, Lin Fan was digging furiously, scooping up chunks of black soil and throwing them into the furnace.
Among the ten great peaks of the Sacred Sect, there is one named the Alchemy Peak, a domain under the jurisdiction of Elder Yan Chen, the Supreme Elder.
Here, disciples of the Alchemy Peak refine medicines, and both outer and inner sect disciples utilize the secluded chambers here for their alchemical pursuits.
As Lin Fan entered the Alchemy Peak, a chaotic mix of medicinal scents assailed his nostrils. From the rows of sealed rooms, sounds of excitement and bitter laughter occasionally emanated.
“I’ve succeeded, I’ve succeeded…”
At this moment, Lin Fan surveyed his surroundings when suddenly, a disheveled and extremely excited disciple burst out from one of the sealed rooms. The disciple appeared unusually exhilarated, his bloodshot eyes a clear sign of overexertion in alchemy, teetering on the brink of collapse.
The sudden shout heightened his emotions, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, yet nothing could quell his frenzied excitement.
Lin Fan felt a pang of pity and sorrow for him, thinking, “Has alchemy driven him mad?”
Subsequently, Lin Fan found an unused chamber for himself. The room was not large, with an alchemy cauldron standing in the center and nothing else around.
The air inside was turbid, as if mixed with various herbs, creating an indescribable atmosphere.
Lin Fan then looked at the cauldron and pondered. With just a touch of his small hand, he should be able to learn, just like when he learned forging—holding a hammer, he could comprehend it on his own.
The cauldron was engraved with many strange patterns, and a shimmering light occasionally flashed across it, clearly indicating it was no ordinary item. An alchemy furnace capable of refining medicines must be made of extraordinary materials.
Lin Fan crouched down and glanced at the bottom, where there was a hole—likely the place for the fire source.
From the manual, Lin Fan learned that beneath the Alchemy Peak lies an ancient volcanic mountain, providing the perfect flame for alchemy, allowing the medicinal properties of herbs to blend seamlessly.
Lin Fan gently touched the cauldron with his fingers, silently chanting.
“Come on, my little buddy.”
“Ding, congratulations on learning alchemy.”
“Ding, alchemy level 1.”
“Ding, the art of alchemy, nothing cannot be refined, self-matching, can record formulas.”
…
It was that simple, that fast.
For Lin Fan, any skill or technique was not about whether he could learn it, but how long it would take him to master it fully.
“Alchemy.”
At this moment, in Lin Fan’s sea of consciousness, a cauldron shimmered with white light, surrounded by swirling smoke. A fire dragon coiled around the surface of the cauldron, breathing flames, a majestic sight.
Lin Fan stroked his chin. Since the cauldron was already open, it would be a waste not to refine something.
But with nothing around, what could he refine?
Lin Fan was at a loss, unsure of what to do. Then, he remembered—self-matching, right? He could even turn bricks into divine artifacts.
His gaze fell to the ground. The floor was made of something resembling soil, yet not quite.
But who cares?
Lin Fan grabbed a handful of black soil. The lid of the cauldron in his sea of consciousness opened with a rumble, and he tossed the black soil inside. The lid then closed with a loud bang.
The fire dragon began to breathe flames like clouds bringing rain.
The white cauldron shimmered with light, as if some rare treasure was about to emerge.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*1.”
“Swift Essence Pill: A low-grade yellow-tier pill. After consumption, it increases cultivation speed for one hour.”
“Swift Essence Pill formula: Dragon Flame Grass, Fragrant Wood Seed.”
At this moment, a pill the size of a soybean, glowing with white light, lay quietly in Lin Fan’s palm, leaving him dumbfounded.
“This is too damn fake. Can this black, grimy soil really substitute for two herbs?”
Lin Fan grabbed another handful.
“Ding, congratulations on discovering Black Soil. This is a lump of ordinary black soil that has gradually gained medicinal properties from long-term exposure to the herbal scents during alchemy.”
“Holy crap.”
“This black soil has become sentient. This… this…”
Lin Fan was at a loss for words. In the hands of any other alchemist, this black soil would be nothing more than ordinary dirt.
But who would have thought he could refine a pill from it?
At this moment, Lin Fan steadied his mind. There was potential here, real potential.
When he refined the Swift Essence Pill, the formula was already etched in his mind. In the future, he could simply gather the materials to refine it.
To test it further, Lin Fan grabbed another lump of soil and threw it into the cauldron.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*1.”
Simultaneously, Lin Fan noticed something: every time he successfully refined a pill, a mysterious stream of energy flowed into his body, as if it were accumulated experience, enhancing his proficiency in this profession.
Lin Fan looked at the pill in his hand, wanting to test its effects, and then tossed it into his mouth.
“Ding, consumed Swift Essence Pill. Convert into ten experience points or enjoy the cultivation speed boost.”
Lin Fan was even more astonished. After the system update, it had become increasingly user-friendly.
Previously, no matter what pill he took, it only increased his experience. Now, he could even choose.
Not bad, not bad. It’s worth all the affection I’ve shown you.
“Convert experience.”
After gaining ten experience points, Lin Fan had an idea. Moreover, the pill was somewhat sweet, like a candy bean.
Without further ado, Lin Fan got to work.
Previously, he would grab a handful of black soil and throw it into the cauldron. Now, he dug up entire chunks and tossed them in.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*10.”
Not bad, not bad…
Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed. This black soil was a treasure.
Although the Swift Essence Pill was a low-grade yellow-tier pill, it was among the best in its category.
For current martial artists, without pills to enhance cultivation, how slow would their progress be?
Although the materials for the Swift Essence Pill were not particularly valuable, alchemy had a failure rate. For most alchemists, the failure rate was high. Succeeding once out of ten attempts was considered good.
For a bug-like alchemist like Lin Fan, with a 100% success rate, no words could describe it.
Soon, Lin Fan was engrossed in digging, throwing entire chunks of black soil into the cauldron.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on alchemy level rising to 2.”
…
After an unknown period, Lin Fan was panting heavily, sitting on the ground, exhausted like a dog.
Looking around, he saw that the ground had been dug into a large pit.
“I can’t dig anymore. If I keep going, I’ll dig through the floor.”
Lin Fan checked his backpack. Five hundred Swift Essence Pills lay there, so dazzling, so blinding.
Among the ten great peaks of the Sacred Sect, there is one named the Dan Ding Peak, a territory under the jurisdiction of Elder Yan Chen, the Supreme Elder.
Here, disciples of Dan Ding Peak refine medicines, and both outer and inner disciples utilize the secluded chambers here for their alchemical practices.
As Lin Fan entered Dan Ding Peak, a chaotic mix of medicinal scents assailed his nostrils. From the rows of sealed rooms, sounds of excitement and bitter laughter occasionally emanated.
“I’ve succeeded, I’ve succeeded…”
At this moment, Lin Fan surveyed his surroundings. Suddenly, a disheveled and extremely excited disciple burst out from one of the sealed rooms, his entire being radiating an abnormal fervor. His bloodshot eyes clearly indicated that he had overexerted himself in alchemy, teetering on the brink of collapse.
This sudden outburst heightened his emotions, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Yet, nothing could quell his excitement and frenzied heart.
Lin Fan sighed, feeling a pang of sorrow and helplessness for the disciple. It seemed that alchemy had driven him to madness.
Subsequently, Lin Fan found an unused chamber for himself. The room was not large, with a cauldron standing in the center and nothing else around.
The air inside was turbid, as if a mixture of various herbs had been blended together, creating an indescribable sensation.
Lin Fan then looked at the cauldron and pondered. With a mere touch of his hand, he should be able to learn, just like when he learned smithing—holding a hammer, he could comprehend it on his own.
The cauldron was adorned with many strange patterns, and a fleeting glow shimmered across it, indicating that it was no ordinary object. A cauldron used for alchemy must be made of extraordinary materials.
Lin Fan crouched down and glanced at the bottom, where there was a hole—likely the place for the fire seed.
From the manual, Lin Fan learned that beneath Dan Ding Peak lay an ancient volcanic mountain, providing an excellent flame for alchemy, allowing the medicinal properties of herbs to perfectly blend.
Lin Fan gently touched the cauldron, silently chanting in his heart.
“Come on, my little companion.”
“Ding, congratulations on learning alchemy.”
“Ding, alchemy level 1.”
“Ding, the art of alchemy, nothing cannot be refined. Self-combination allows for the recording of formulas.”
…
It was that simple, that fast.
For Lin Fan, any skill or technique was not about whether he could learn it, but how long it would take him to master it to the fullest.
“Alchemy.”
At this moment, in Lin Fan’s sea of consciousness, a cauldron glowed with white light, shrouded in mist. A fire dragon coiled around the surface of the cauldron, spewing flames, a truly majestic sight.
Lin Fan stroked his chin. Since the cauldron was already open, it would be a shame not to refine something.
But now, with nothing around, what could he use to refine?
At this moment, Lin Fan was at a loss, unsure of what to do. Then, he remembered—self-combination, right? He could even turn bricks into divine artifacts.
Lin Fan’s gaze fell to the ground. The ground seemed to be made of something resembling soil, yet it wasn’t.
But never mind that.
Lin Fan grabbed a handful of black soil. In his sea of consciousness, the cauldron’s lid opened with a rumble. He threw the black soil inside, and the lid closed with a resounding clang.
The fire dragon, like a cloud spreading rain, began spewing flames.
The white cauldron instantly flashed with light, as if some rare treasure was about to emerge.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Speed Yuan Pill*1.”
“Speed Yuan Pill: A low-grade yellow-tier pill. After consumption, it increases cultivation speed for one hour.”
“Speed Yuan Pill formula: Dragon Flame Grass, Fragrant Wood Seed.”
At this moment, a pill the size of a soybean, glowing with white light, lay quietly in Lin Fan’s palm, leaving him dumbfounded.
This is too damn fake. How can this black, unremarkable soil substitute for two herbs?
Lin Fan grabbed another handful.
“Ding, congratulations on discovering black soil. This is a lump of ordinary black soil, but after long exposure to the medicinal scents during alchemy, it has gradually gained medicinal properties.”
“Holy crap.”
“This black soil has become sentient. This… this…”
Lin Fan was at a loss for words. In the hands of other alchemists, this black soil would undoubtedly be the most ordinary of things.
But who would have thought that he could refine pills with it?
At this moment, Lin Fan steadied his mind. There was potential here, great potential.
When he successfully refined the Speed Yuan Pill, the formula was already etched in his heart. In the future, he could simply find the materials to refine it.
To experiment further, Lin Fan grabbed another lump of soil and threw it into the cauldron.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Speed Yuan Pill*1.”
At the same time, Lin Fan noticed something. Every time he successfully refined a pill, a mysterious current of energy flowed into his body, as if it were accumulated experience, enhancing his proficiency in this profession.
Lin Fan looked at the pill in his hand, wanting to test its effects, and then tossed it into his mouth.
“Ding, consumed Speed Yuan Pill. Would you like to convert it into ten experience points or enjoy the cultivation speed boost?”
Lin Fan was even more astonished. After the system update, it had become increasingly user-friendly.
Previously, no matter what pill he consumed, it only increased his experience. Now, he could even choose.
Not bad, not bad. It’s worth my deep affection for you.
“Convert to experience.”
After gaining ten experience points, Lin Fan already had a plan in mind. Moreover, the pill was somewhat sweet, like a candy bean.
Without further ado, Lin Fan buried himself in his work.
Previously, he had been grabbing handfuls of black soil to throw into the cauldron. Now, he was directly digging up entire chunks and tossing them in.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Speed Yuan Pill*10.”
Not bad, not bad…
Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed. This black soil was truly a treasure.
Although the Speed Yuan Pill was a low-grade yellow-tier pill, it was among the best of its kind.
For current martial artists, without the aid of pills, their cultivation speed would be painfully slow.
Although the materials for refining the Speed Yuan Pill were not particularly valuable, the failure rate in alchemy was high. For an average alchemist, succeeding once out of ten attempts was considered good.
For Lin Fan, whose success rate was a bug-like 100%, no words could describe it.
Soon, Lin Fan was engrossed in digging, throwing entire chunks of black soil into the cauldron.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on alchemy level rising to 2.”
…
After an unknown period, Lin Fan was heavily panting, sitting on the ground, exhausted like a dog.
Looking around, he saw that he had dug a large pit in the ground.
“I can’t dig anymore. If I keep going, I’ll dig through the ground.”
Lin Fan checked his backpack. Five hundred Speed Yuan Pills lay there quietly, so dazzling, so overwhelming.
Among the ten peaks of the Sacred Sect, there is one named Dan Ding Peak, which is under the jurisdiction of Elder Yan Chen, the Supreme Elder.
Here, disciples of Dan Ding Peak refine medicines, and both outer and inner sect disciples utilize the secluded chambers here for their alchemical practices.
As Lin Fan entered Dan Ding Peak, a chaotic mix of medicinal scents assailed his nostrils. From the rows of sealed rooms, sounds of excitement and bitter laughter occasionally emanated.
“I’ve succeeded, I’ve succeeded…”
At this moment, Lin Fan surveyed his surroundings. Suddenly, a disheveled and extremely excited disciple burst out from one of the sealed rooms, his entire being radiating an abnormal fervor. His bloodshot eyes indicated that he had been overindulging in alchemy, teetering on the brink of collapse.
This sudden shout heightened his emotions, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, yet it couldn’t quell his frenzied excitement.
Lin Fan sighed, feeling a mix of pity and sorrow for the disciple. It seemed that alchemy had driven him to madness.
Subsequently, Lin Fan found an unused chamber for himself. The room was not large, with a single alchemy cauldron standing in the center, surrounded by emptiness.
The air inside was murky, as if a myriad of herbs had been mixed together, creating an indescribable atmosphere.
Lin Fan then gazed at the cauldron, pondering. With just a touch of his hand, he should be able to learn, just like when he learned forging—holding a hammer, he could comprehend it on his own.
The cauldron was adorned with intricate patterns, and a fleeting glow hinted that it was no ordinary object. An alchemy cauldron capable of refining medicines must be made of extraordinary materials.
Lin Fan crouched down and peered at the bottom, where there was an opening—likely the place for the fire source.
From the manual, Lin Fan learned that beneath Dan Ding Peak lay an ancient volcanic vent, providing an excellent flame for alchemy, allowing the medicinal properties of herbs to perfectly blend.
Lin Fan gently touched the cauldron, silently reciting in his heart.
“Come on, my little companion.”
“Ding, congratulations on learning alchemy.”
“Ding, alchemy level 1.”
“Ding, the art of alchemy, capable of refining anything, can create and record formulas.”
…
It was that simple, that fast.
For any skill or technique, Lin Fan didn’t ponder whether he could learn it, but rather how long it would take him to master it fully.
“Alchemy.”
At this moment, within Lin Fan’s consciousness, a cauldron emanated a white light, shrouded in mist. A fiery dragon coiled around the cauldron, spewing flames, creating an imposing sight.
Lin Fan stroked his chin. Since the cauldron was already open, it would be a waste not to refine something.
But with nothing around, what could he use?
Lin Fan was momentarily stumped, unsure of what to do. Then, he remembered—wasn’t it about self-matching? He could even forge a divine artifact from bricks.
His gaze fell to the ground. The material of the floor was unclear—it resembled soil, yet it wasn’t.
But never mind.
Lin Fan grabbed a handful of black soil. The lid of the cauldron in his consciousness opened with a rumble, and he tossed the black soil inside. The lid then closed with a loud clang.
The fiery dragon began spewing flames like clouds and rain.
The white cauldron shimmered with light, as if a rare treasure was about to emerge.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*1.”
“Swift Essence Pill: A low-grade Yellow Tier pill. After consumption, it increases cultivation speed for one hour.”
“Swift Essence Pill formula: Dragon Flame Grass, Fragrant Wood Seed.”
At this moment, a pill the size of a soybean, glowing with white light, lay quietly in Lin Fan’s palm, leaving him dumbfounded.
This was too unreal. Could this ordinary black soil really substitute for two medicinal herbs?
Lin Fan grabbed another handful.
“Ding, congratulations on discovering Black Mud. This is a lump of ordinary black soil, which has gradually gained medicinal properties after long-term exposure to the essence of alchemical herbs.”
“Holy crap.”
“This black soil has become sentient. This… this…”
Lin Fan was at a loss for words. In the hands of other alchemists, this black soil would be nothing more than ordinary dirt.
But who would have thought that he could refine pills from it?
At this moment, Lin Fan steadied his mind. There was potential here, great potential.
Upon refining the Swift Essence Pill, the formula had already imprinted itself in his mind. In the future, he could seek out the materials to refine it.
To experiment further, Lin Fan grabbed another lump of soil and tossed it into the cauldron.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*1.”
Simultaneously, Lin Fan noticed that each time he successfully refined a pill, a mysterious energy flowed into his body, as if it were accumulated experience, enhancing his proficiency in this profession.
Lin Fan looked at the pill in his hand, wanting to test its effects, and then popped it into his mouth.
“Ding, you have consumed a Swift Essence Pill. Would you like to convert it into ten experience points or enjoy the cultivation speed boost?”
Lin Fan was even more astonished. After the system update, it had become increasingly user-friendly.
Previously, no matter what pill he consumed, it only increased his experience. Now, he could even choose.
Not bad, not bad. It’s worth my deep affection for you, Dad.
“Convert to experience.”
After gaining ten experience points, Lin Fan had an idea. The pill also tasted a bit sweet, like candy.
Without hesitation, Lin Fan got to work.
Previously, he had been tossing handfuls of black soil into the cauldron. Now, he was digging up entire chunks and throwing them in.
“Boom…”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Swift Essence Pill*10.”
Not bad, not bad…
Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed. This black soil was a treasure.
Although the Swift Essence Pill was a low-grade Yellow Tier pill, it was among the best in its category.
For current martial artists, without the aid of pills, their cultivation speed would be excruciatingly slow.
Although the materials for the Swift Essence Pill weren’t particularly valuable, alchemy had a failure rate. For most alchemists, the failure rate was high. Successfully refining one pill out of ten attempts was considered good.
For a bug-like alchemist like Lin Fan, with a 100% success rate, no words could describe it.
Soon, Lin Fan was engrossed in digging, tossing entire chunks of black soil into the cauldron.
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on successful alchemy.”
“Ding, congratulations on alchemy level rising to 2.”
…
After an unknown period, Lin Fan was panting heavily, exhausted like a dog, sitting on the ground.
Looking around, he saw that the ground had been dug into a large pit.
“I can’t dig anymore. If I keep going, I’ll dig through the floor.”
Lin Fan checked his inventory. Five hundred Swift Essence Pills lay there, so dazzling, so overwhelming.
…
Who knew how long had passed, but Lin Fan was now panting heavily, exhausted like a dog, sitting on the ground.
Looking around, he had dug a massive hole in the floor.
“I can’t keep digging. If I do, I’ll end up digging straight through the ground.”
Lin Fan glanced at his bag. Five hundred Swift Yuan Pills lay there, shining brilliantly, too dazzling to look at directly.
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