135: Chapter 135 Ninth-Grade Thunder Tribulation Pill

Several months of time slipped away quietly amidst the day-after-day dual cultivation and companionship.

Hun Feng's divine soul and bloodline became increasingly harmonious and pure under the nourishment of the origin of his six wives' top-tier bloodlines, and the nine-colored origin of the Heaven-Slaying Flame in his dantian had merged into one, with not a trace of stagnation remaining.

He could clearly feel that the bottleneck of the early Nine-Star Dou Sheng stage had loosened to its limit, and he was only a final opportunity away from stepping into the middle stage.

This morning, Hun Feng emerged from Yao Yao's room, and for once, he was not supporting his waist.

After these months of "high-intensity cultivation," his physique had long adapted to this rhythm; instead, his six wives had joined forces to push him from being the "beggar for mercy" to the "one being avoided" — last night, when he entered the room, Yao Yao had even tried to shove their sleeping daughter at him as a shield, but after he saw through her, she could only sigh in resignation and say to let her drink some water first.

Thinking of this, a very faint smile appeared on Hun Feng's lips; he then straightened his robes and walked toward the Hun Clan's Pill Hall.

Deep within the Pill Hall, Hun Xuzi was buried amidst a pile of ancient, tattered scrolls, with dozens of rare medicinal herbs sealed in crystal boxes spread out before him.

He was the Hun Clan's chief Alchemist and a Grandmaster Alchemist of the ninth grade; looking across the entire continent, the number of people who could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with him did not exceed the number of fingers on one hand.

But at this moment, as he looked at the pill formula that Hun Feng had handed over, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

A Grade 9 Profound Pill, the Lightning Tribulation Pill, named for the extremely terrifying Black Demon Lightning it attracts the moment the pill is formed.

This level of pill had long exceeded the cognitive scope of ordinary Alchemists — it required an Emperor Realm Soul as a guide, at least three types of Heavenly Flames ranked in the top ten as the furnace, and dozens of rare medicinal herbs with an age of over ten thousand years as supplements before it could be formed.

The most difficult part was not controlling the fire, nor was it the purification; it was at the very moment of formation, using soul power to forcefully withstand the bombardment of the Black Demon Lightning and refining the power of the heavenly thunder into the pill, endowing the pill with a true "Profound Pill Spirit."

Hun Feng took out one sealed crystal box after another from his storage ring and lined them up in front of Hun Xuzi.

These were all the treasures looted from the forbidden grounds of the Medicine Clan when they were annihilated — ten-thousand-year-old Lingzhi, Heaven-tier medicinal herbs, Grade 9 pill formulas, the Medicine Emperor's legacy alchemy notes, and dozens of rare medicinal herbs that had long been extinct in the outside world.

Each and every item was enough to make any Alchemist on the continent go crazy.

"These are all yours. The medicinal herbs, pill formulas, the Medicine Emperor's notes — the Medicine Clan's thousands of years of alchemy foundation are all here."

Hun Feng placed the last crystal box on the table, his tone calm and determined, "This Young Master does not care what method you use; within three months, I want at least two Grade 9 Profound Pills."

"The Four Demon Saints will protect you, I will personally provide the required Heavenly Flames, and I can participate in the entire process to assist with my Emperor Realm Soul."

"There is only one condition — the pill must be formed."

Hun Xuzi remained silent for a long time.

He looked at the rare medicinal herbs sealed in the crystal boxes before him, looked at the dense soul runes on that pill formula, and looked at the unquestionable determination in Hun Feng's eyes, then slowly nodded.

Two Grade 9 Profound Pills — if anyone else had said this, he would only have thought the other party was crazy.

But the person saying this was Hun Feng, a Nine-Star Dou Sheng, a possessor of a middle-stage Emperor Realm Soul, the controller of the Heaven-Slaying Flame, the man who annihilated the Medicine Clan, pacified the Ancient Dragon Clan, subjugated the Heavenly Phoenix Clan, and made the entire continent tremble.

If it were him, perhaps it could truly be done.

After Hun Feng gave instructions on some further details, he turned and left the Pill Hall.

The matters that followed would be left to Hun Xuzi and the Four Demon Saints — what he needed to do was to adjust his state to the best as quickly as possible, making final preparations for breaking through to the middle stage of the Nine-Star Dou Sheng.

Meanwhile, deep within the bamboo forest behind Starfall Pavilion.

Xiao Yan slowly opened his eyes from his cultivation.

The light of the six types of Heavenly Flames around his body was more restrained and steady than it had been several months ago, no longer possessing that violent, leaking edge from before, but instead, all of it had retracted into his dantian, merging into one with Fire Spirit Xiao Yi.

The tendons and bones that had been severely injured by Zhu Kun had completely healed, and his early Eight-Star stage realm had also been thoroughly consolidated during his recovery.

He could feel that the energy accumulated within his body had once again touched the edge of a breakthrough, and he was only a step away from the middle stage of the Eight-Star stage.

Fire Spirit leaped out from his shoulder, its small figure formed of six-colored flames spinning in the air before landing on his palm, curiously observing him with those newborn eyes.

Xiao Yan reached out and touched its small head, then stood up and pushed open the bamboo door.

Outside the door, the sunlight was just right, and the voices of Tang Huo'er and Yao Chen could be heard from within the bamboo forest.

He took a deep breath and walked toward the main hall.

He knew that palm strike from Zhu Kun was a warning to him — without sufficient strength, do not come to disturb again.

But he also knew that sooner or later, he would return to that giant door again.

Next time, he would not be so easily slapped back.