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Lin Xuan had his own plans. To obtain waste pills, he needed to gain a certain status in Spirit Medicine Mountain first. If he could become an elder, he would naturally have the right to freely enter and exit the Waste Pill Room.

Although the management of waste pills here was stricter compared to Drifting Cloud Valley, they were not finished spirit medicines, so there must be loopholes to exploit.

Unlike other sects, the status of a cultivator in Spirit Medicine Mountain did not depend on their realm or strength but rather on their proficiency in alchemy.

Therefore, Lin Xuan deliberately refined a middle-grade pill. The other two pills he allowed to fail; this choice was well thought out. If all three were successful, it would be too shocking. Although he wanted the sect leader's attention, he understood that overreaching could backfire.

After considering his strategy, Lin Xuan felt there were no flaws in his plan and sat cross-legged to start practicing. Grandmaster Feathers would check tomorrow morning, so he did not want to waste time. Spirit Medicine Mountain.

"Master Immortal, this is your residence. If you have any dissatisfaction or lack something, just let me know."

A young man in his twenties stood respectfully before him. It was the outer sect disciple who had led them into Spirit Medicine Mountain yesterday.

"Hmm, that's good enough. You can go now!"

"Yes!"

Lin Xuan surveyed his abode, a natural cave renovated to be both elegant and well-appointed. The living room, training hall, reception area, and storage rooms were all present.

Behind the main chamber was a separate alchemy room, with a cleverly designed禁制 that brought in underground fire.

Standing outside the door, a faint blue light appeared before him. Lin Xuan flicked his hand, producing a storage bracelet. He gently swiped it, causing the blue light to brighten and split open, revealing a passage for one person to pass through.

Pushing the stone door, he entered the alchemy room, which was hundreds of square meters in size. At its center was an underground channel with iron-cast beast heads that could spew underground fire when activated by a spell.

This alchemy room was much better than the one he had tested in before.

Lin Xuan toured his abode and found it satisfactory, though his expression was somewhat odd—neither happy nor sad. To gain Grandmaster Feathers' attention, Lin Xuan deliberately refined a middle-grade pill. Originally, he thought this would be appropriate—it wasn't too flashy but showed good alchemy talent.

However, the outcome differed from what Lin Xuan had imagined...

It couldn't be said that his approach was wrong; most cultivators knew too little about alchemy. For example, Drifting Cloud Valley might not be a famous sect in the entire cultivation world, but within Yanzhou Region, it ranked among the top. The alchemists there could only refine lower-grade pills.

A middle-grade pill was just one level higher, but its difficulty compared to a lower-grade pill was incomparable.

Even Spirit Medicine Mountain had only half of its cultivators capable of refining middle-grade pills, and their success rates were generally low.

Lin Xuan, as a novice who had merely read some alchemy books without systematic training, managed to refine a middle-grade pill. While luck played a role, it still demonstrated his exceptional talent.

It was not Grandmaster Feathers' fault for making a mistake; after all, no one could predict that Lin Xuan would turn waste into treasure.

Such a genius was rare in a hundred years, and with Lin Xuan being at the筑基stage, he had more time to study alchemy than his peers. Thus, Grandmaster Feathers placed greater importance on him.

He immediately offered to take Lin Xuan as his disciple.

In terms of cultivation, Grandmaster Feathers was mid-stage筑基, only slightly better than Lin Xuan. He was not fit to be a teacher, but when it came to alchemy, he was unparalleled in the entire Youzhou Region. The so-called "becoming a disciple" was for teaching this skill.

There was no reason for Lin Xuan to refuse; under such an esteemed master, his status at Spirit Medicine Mountain would improve significantly, bringing him closer to his goals.

However, as with all things, there were both blessings and curses. Initially, he had entered Spirit Medicine Mountain just to get waste pills, but now that he was Grandmaster Feathers' disciple...

Lin Xuan took out several jade scrolls from his pocket, each containing a thousand years of alchemy secrets passed down through the generations. They included formulas for various medicines, ingredient ratios, fire control, and other issues to watch out for during refinement, as well as notes from past masters.

They were invaluable, but Lin Xuan sighed. He did not undervalue this art; it was simply too vast and complex to learn easily. A person's energy was limited, and Lin Xuan did not want to be distracted.

Still, he needed to make a show of interest. Otherwise, if his master asked, he would have trouble explaining himself. Lin Xuan injected his divine sense into the jade scrolls and began studying them.

Unlike the ordinary alchemy books he had bought from Dragon Sea Pavilion, the alchemy techniques recorded in these scrolls were extensive. Lin Xuan quickly became engrossed. Three months had passed since his arrival at Spirit Medicine Mountain.

In his abode, a plain-looking youth was buried in reading the jade scrolls, occasionally frowning and even scribbling on the ground.

Initially, Lin Xuan studied various alchemy techniques merely to please his master.

But as he read more, he realized that alchemy wasn't as useless as he had thought. At least for him, understanding the ingredients, ratios, and fire control of different medicines was extremely useful for refining waste pills.

For example, among the hundred筑基pills in his possession, Lin Xuan initially only had a 20% success rate. After studying various alchemy books, although his cultivation hadn't improved—still at the first level of basic techniques—he could now refine three waste pills successfully with just one attempt.

Moreover, the reason refining required so much effort was that becoming an excellent alchemist needed constant practice and experimentation.

While Lin Xuan had only read extensively, it didn't take him long. Instead, after his meditation sessions, he could use reading as a form of entertainment.

Although his goal was waste pills, in these three months, he hadn't taken any action. Haste made waste; although he was the sect leader's disciple, he was just starting out and being too ostentatious would attract suspicion.

After all, he was already at the筑基stage with a two-hundred-year lifespan. Waiting for some time wouldn't be a problem. Lin Xuan liked to act cautiously.

He waited until he had everything in place before acting; once he did, it had to succeed.

Of course, during these three months, he hadn't wasted his time. He refined the waste pills purchased from the Treasure Fair and took one each day for training. Although with such a small quantity, his cultivation didn't progress much, at least it stabilized his筑基stage.

The path of cultivation was long and arduous; even at the灵动stage, one still needed to lay a foundation.

In the remaining time, Lin Xuan began reading extensively. Spirit Medicine Mountain had been around for over a thousand years, though other skills were not as proficient, there weren't any outstanding techniques either. Nevertheless, driven by the idea that "a jade from another mountain can polish this one," he borrowed and read everything, gaining some benefits.

Lin Xuan did not want to learn alchemy but was influenced by it through osmosis.

Spirit Medicine Mountain was known for its alchemy, so they grew many medicinal herbs. Lin Xuan obtained a hundred red silk grass plants from the herb garden.

He spent a day refining all of them.

These herbs were needed for both illusion spells and concealing his cultivation. However, liquid form was inconvenient to carry around.

Previously, there was no other choice, but now that he had read so many alchemy books, Lin Xuan decided to conduct some experiments.

In the alchemy room, Lin Xuan cast a spell, causing underground fire to spew from the beast heads.

He poured the refined red silk grass green liquid into the cauldron and began refining it.

This was a new medicine with no prior experience to draw upon.

However, Lin Xuan was confident because his books stated that the more ingredients there were, the harder they were to refine. For example, the main ingredient of wash-spirit pills alone had nine components, while auxiliary materials numbered in the dozens.

And the ingredients for筑基pills were even more astonishing.

This was why these medicines were so difficult to refine successfully.

Lin Xuan used only one type of ingredient—red silk grass green liquid. Even if his technique was poor, the chances of failure were minimal.

Moreover, lower-grade red silk grass wasn't rare; he could always get more from the herb garden using his status as a sect leader's disciple.

With this mindset, Lin Xuan began refining with confidence.

Perhaps it was because of his calm state of mind and full utilization of his technique, plus having only one ingredient, the process was simple.

Two hours later, Lin Xuan opened the cauldron. He smelled the fresh fragrance.

A smile appeared on his face as he waved his hand, causing hundreds of green pills to fly into a bottle.

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