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第四百零九章 淬炼灵根

Previously, it was known that the other witchcraft practitioners from the Sky Azure Tribe had also gathered to greet Lin Xuan. Leading them was an elderly man named Sando and a big man with a scar on his face. The rest were merely low-ranking witches in the Flexible Spirit Period.

After the formalities, there followed some pleasantries. Lin Xuan felt that their attitudes towards him had changed significantly. Initially, they had been somewhat cold, but now they seemed unusually friendly and warm. Given that he had just made significant contributions to the tribe and his cultivation was far superior to theirs, it was natural for them to curry favor with him.

With this in mind, Lin Xuan naturally continued to chat amiably with them as they returned to Sando's lair.

The scenery remained unchanged. Sando was in high spirits; all his worries had vanished. Unlike the glory of old, the Sky Azure Tribe was now a small and inconspicuous tribe, located far from Quyue City. The Heavenly Ghost Emperor probably wouldn't venture this far.

After settling down, common servants brought them tea. After resting for a while, Sando stood up and took out a storage bag from a nearby secret room with a flick of his wrist. Two spirit artifacts appeared on the table: a small double-edged battle axe that gleamed with icy white light, and a black dagger like ink.

Sando and the scar-faced man's eyes sparkled with greed as they saw them.

"These two spirit artifacts have followed me for many years; I used them before my core formation. They still hold some power. Since you've made significant contributions to our tribe, here are your rewards."

"Battle Axe of Mountain Opening!"

"Toxic Tooth Blade!"

...

Hearing Sando call out the names of these treasures, Sando's expression was one of pride. These artifacts were indeed well-known in the spirit artifact world, but Lin Xuan naturally didn't care. He still had to pretend to be overjoyed and accept them with gratitude.

After sitting for another half an hour, chatting about trivial matters, Lin Xuan politely bid farewell, saying he needed to return to his cave for intensive cultivation. Sando was naturally pleased by this effort and did not try to retain him. Instead, he encouraged him, saying that if he encountered any difficulties in his cultivation, he could come back at any time.

...

A short while later, Lin Xuan returned to Lai's lair and immediately entered a secret room without hesitation.

Lin Xuan first sat quietly for about an incense stick's worth of time, adjusting his mind to its best state. Then, he tapped the storage bag, causing white light to flash as a small jade bottle appeared in his palm.

He unscrewed the cap and poured out several golden pills from inside.

These ancient spirit pills could only be consumed once in one’s lifetime. Although Lin Xuan had coincidentally obtained several of them, he did not plan on wasting any.

His dantian contained blue Star Sea, so he intended to purify these ancient spirit pills as before, hoping that their quality would improve and increase the chances of refining excellent spirit roots.

Lin Xuan took one pill, played with it for a while, then carefully grasped it. Closing his eyes, he used his mana to activate the blue Star Sea, allowing it to emit magical light points.

Unlike when he first obtained this treasure, as Lin Xuan's cultivation increased, so did the size of the blue Star Sea. If its initial area was compared to a small puddle, now it had expanded into an acre-sized pond, increasing by hundreds or even thousands of times.

Soon, the blue light points coalesced into a stream that flowed through his meridians and reached his palm. With his other hand, he curled his index finger and thumb, casting a spell between his knees. After so much practice, Lin Xuan's mastery over the blue Star Sea was at an extremely high level.

He also had many techniques under his belt.

Although this was his first time purifying these ancient spirit pills, he still had more than a 70% chance of success.

...

After two full days, Lin Xuan finally opened his eyes. He slowly spread out his palm; inside were still golden pills, but they now shone even brighter. Beside the pill, there was a small red powder—impurities.

Everything went smoothly, and Lin Xuan's expression showed satisfaction.

After resting for a while, several hours later, the blue Star Sea gradually recovered as his mana replenished it.

Then, Lin Xuan poured another spirit pill from the jade bottle.

...

In this manner, he repeated the process. Over nearly ten days, Lin Xuan finally purified all four ancient spirit pills.

After resting again, Lin Xuan looked at a middle-grade pill in his hand and pondered. If he could refine it into an upper-grade one, the chances of refining high-quality spirit roots would be greater.

Since he had plenty, failure wouldn't matter. With this thought, Lin Xuan held one of the pills in his hand and used mana to activate another blue light point from his dantian.

This purification took nearly five days.

However, when Lin Xuan opened his palm, his expression was rather grim; the pill had turned into a black crystal. Clearly, it had failed!

Sighing, refining upper-grade pills proved more difficult than expected.

Fortunately, he had anticipated this result to some extent, so there was no disappointment. After resting for a while, he redoubled his efforts.

...

However, perhaps due to the high difficulty, Lin Xuan did not receive divine favor in the next two attempts, and both purifications failed.

Since he knew it would be difficult, Lin Xuan stopped forcing himself.

He stored one of the remaining pills and swallowed the other.

Then, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged with his palms stacked before him. His mana circulated through his body, enveloping the pill.

After about half an hour, the pill gradually dissolved, and its medicinal power spread throughout his body.

A warm current appeared in his dantian, which he wrapped with his mana and circulated through his limbs.

Soon, Lin Xuan felt a sharp pain all over his body.

About an incense stick's time later, this warmth transformed into icy coldness.

The word "discomfort" came to mind.

Thus, the process repeated. Sometimes Lin Xuan was cold, other times he was bathed in heat.

...

Seven days later, Lin Xuan finally opened his eyes; his clothes were drenched with sweat.

In fact, ordinary mortals refining spirit roots didn't have it as tough as him. However, Lin Xuan's situation was different; he was a high-ranking cultivator in the Core Formation Period and had ingested middle-grade pills, making their power several times stronger.

Despite this, Lin Xuan's expression was peculiar—partly worried, partly happy. It was impossible to gauge his emotions or what grade of spirit root he had refined.

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