157: Fuling Purple Pill,

Inside the alchemy room, a massive pill chamber constructed from thick black stone, heat waves rolled.

The air, distorted by the high temperature, was filled with a peculiar aroma, a mix of thousands of melted herbs, at times fresh, at times pungent, at times rich.

The Fire Elder, with hair like flames, was fully concentrated, controlling a towering red copper cauldron, a full zhang high, inscribed with profound runes.

Beneath the cauldron, it wasn't ordinary fire, but a strange, pale silver flame, subtly flickering with tiny dragon-shaped lightning bolts, emitting a low crackling sound as it ascended.

This was a dragon-type beast flame that the Fire Elder had sought out; it was his ultimate, hidden flame, its power immeasurable.

Inside the colossal cauldron, various streams of light, like a boiling river of stars, continuously rolled and merged under the terrifying high temperature.

A ginseng-like medicinal herb, entirely white as jade and exuding vibrant vitality, was rapidly melting.

Beside it, a ganoderma, scarlet as blood and seemingly with dragon shadows swimming within, released a powerful surge of vital energy.

But most striking was the Reincarnation Grass, suspended at the cauldron's heart, flowing with dreamlike silver luminescence, its three slender leaves shaped like crescent moons.

It was emitting intense spatial fluctuations, as wisps of silver light were forcibly extracted and integrated into the chaotic yet powerful energy flow within the cauldron.

The Fire Elder's hair stood on end; his Dou Qi and Soul Power poured out without reservation, his hands moving like butterflies through flowers, constantly forming complex and profound seals, striking them into the cauldron, guiding the violent medicinal power through its most crucial fusion.

With each seal that landed, the giant cauldron emitted a low hum, and the runes on its wall glowed brightly, suppressing the terrifying energy within, enough to destroy mountains.

Sweat had long soaked his crimson alchemist robe, only to be instantly evaporated by the high temperature, leaving white salt stains.

Yet, his eyes shone astonishingly bright, filled with fanaticism and focus.

In the corner of the alchemy room, Mo Yuhan stood quietly, his gaze intently following the changes within the cauldron.

The power of the Reincarnation Grass was being perfectly stripped and guided, bit by bit, to merge with the essences of other main ingredients; this process was extremely perilous, a slight misstep could lead to the destruction of both the pill and the person.

The Fire Elder's technique was nothing short of miraculous; his control over heat and medicinal properties had reached perfection.

As for Mo Linglin, Mo Yuhan had casually placed her on a cold stone stool near the alchemy room's entrance.

The pungent medicinal smell mixed with the terrifying high temperature made her extremely uncomfortable, her chest feeling stuffy.

She didn't want to look, but the immense energy flowing within the giant cauldron, the Fire Elder's terrifying fire control methods, and the silver medicinal herb emitting strange spatial fluctuations, all strongly impacted her understanding.

She had never witnessed such a high-level pill refinement, nor could she imagine that the little devil who had kidnapped her and subjected her to such humiliation could stand beside such a sacred and powerful alchemy Great Master, calmly observing it all.

She looked at Mo Yuhan's focused and calm profile, and at the Fire Elder's occasional glances towards him, filled with approval and expectation... A huge, indescribable sense of disparity and absurdity seized her.

In Salt City, she was the esteemed Second Miss of the Mo family, the center of attention.

Here, she was just a captive casually discarded in a corner, less than dust.

A strong sense of humiliation surged again, almost drowning her. She clutched her clothes tightly, her fingernails digging deep into her palms, her body trembling slightly due to the immense emotional fluctuations, biting her lower lip hard to keep herself from whimpering.

Hate! She hated everything here! And she hated Mo Yuhan even more, who had dragged her into this bottomless abyss!

Time flowed in the tense and fiery atmosphere.

After an unknown duration, the energy fluctuations within the giant cauldron reached a peak!

Countless essences of medicinal properties converged wildly towards the cauldron's heart, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea! A condensed, extremely profound and noble purple light pillar suddenly shot up from the gap in the cauldron lid.

Boom—!

The thick dome of the alchemy room seemed unable to block this light pillar and was forcibly broken through.

The purple qi shot straight into the sky, dyeing the entire sky above Canaan Academy with a faint, noble purple hue.

A rich medicinal fragrance instantly permeated the air, enveloping the entire alchemy peak, and even spreading towards the Inner Courtyard, invigorating those who smelled it, their Dou Qi subtly showing signs of activity.

“The pill is complete, purple qi from the east! Hahahahaha! Fifth-grade peak, Revival Purple Pill! It's done!!”

The Fire Elder's unrestrained laughter echoed through the alchemy room, filled with endless ecstasy and pride after exhaustion.

He pressed his hands down virtually, and the cauldron lid opened with a rumble.

A pill the size of a dragon's eye, perfectly round, emanating a deep, mysterious purple glow, quietly floated at the cauldron's heart.

On the pill's surface, three profound silver pill patterns were naturally inscribed, slowly swirling like spatial ripples, emitting powerful yet gentle energy fluctuations; it was the supreme sacred medicine for repairing meridians and rebuilding cultivation—the Revival Purple Pill.

Mo Yuhan's eyes burst forth with unprecedented dazzling light! Aunt... This pill, he finally had it!

The Fire Elder carefully took out the pill, which flowed with purple-silver light, and placed it into a warm jade bottle. Only then did he let out a long breath, as if completely exhausted, his crimson hair dimming slightly, but his spirit was incredibly exhilarated.

He looked at Mo Yuhan, his eyes full of relief and pride: “You brat, I did not fail! Take this Revival Purple Pill! This batch of mine is enough to rank at the peak of the fifth-grade!”

“Thank you, Teacher! This grace of rebirth, your disciple will never forget!”

Mo Yuhan solemnly took the jade bottle with both hands, feeling the immense yet gentle life aura of the pill within the bottle, his heart surging.

The Fire Elder waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the disheveled red-clothed figure in the corner, his brows slightly furrowed: “Who is this girl?”

Mo Linglin's fiery red palace dress and her current disheveled state seemed out of place in the solemn alchemy room.

“A guest 'invited' along the way, the Second Miss of the Mo family from Salt City, Mo Linglin.”

Mo Yuhan's tone was flat, as if introducing an irrelevant item.

The Fire Elder, being who he was, also knew some of the Mo family's unsavory dealings, and instantly understood the conflict between Mo Yuhan and the Mo family.

He stroked his crimson beard, snorted, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes: “Mo Cheng's granddaughter? Humph, if she's tied up, she's tied up. That old man's hand can't reach into my Canaan Academy. Just don't let her die here and be an eyesore!”

He didn't care about the Mo family at all, much less the life or death of a junior.

After speaking, he waved his hand, signaling Mo Yuhan could leave, and then eagerly sat down cross-legged, beginning to regulate his breath and recover his greatly depleted Soul Power.

Mo Yuhan put away the jade bottle, bowed again to the Fire Elder, and then turned to walk towards the corner.

He looked at Mo Linglin, who was huddled on the stone stool, her face pale and her body trembling even more violently due to the Fire Elder's undisguised contemptuous words, his eyes calm and unperturbed.

“Let's go, Second Miss Mo.” He extended his hand.

Mo Linglin suddenly looked up, her hollow eyes now filled with desperate tears and boundless hatred.

She looked at Mo Yuhan's outstretched hand as if seeing the most terrifying venomous snake, desperately shrinking backward, a suppressed whimpering sound like a wounded small beast escaping her throat.

“Don't touch me... Don't touch me... Devil... You devil...”

Her voice was hoarse and broken, laced with sobs.