Outer Sect of the Sword Sect

Dongyuan Sect, Pill Workshop.

Inside the pill chamber, a pair of clean hands held a white porcelain bottle, tilting it above the pill furnace to pour in a measure of medicinal liquid ground from spiritual herbs.

The flames within the furnace shifted. A piece of vibrant green fruit, kneaded into a paste by spiritual energy, was cast into the fire.

Song Yan’s clear eyes snapped open amidst the swirling mists, fixing intently upon the pill furnace before him. Hovering above his right palm was a globule of crystalline spirit liquid.

His inner reserves of spiritual power were nearly depleted, sweat beading on his brow, but Song Yan remained composed, cautious rather than panicked.

His breathing was slow and steady, as if even the air currents within the chamber dared not stir.

Suddenly, the furnace flames surged. The transparent spirit liquid was swiftly added to the fire. A fragrant scent wafted out, invigorating the senses.

In his left hand, Song Yan grasped a spiritual stone, channeling power as gently as a trickling stream through his body, while his nimble fingers never ceased manipulating the flames, which blazed ever higher.

Condensing the pill!

In an instant, the flames died down. Song Yan exhaled, chest heaving. The spiritual stone in his grasp had turned ashen and crumbled, not a trace of energy remaining.

He was in no hurry. Quietly, he cycled his breath to recover, waiting for the residual heat to stabilize the pill form before rising to his feet.

Opening the furnace and collecting the pills was don