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第四卷 七星岛 第六百八十章 三魂少一魄

Three Yang Soul Refinement Pill?

Lin Xuan felt a familiar tinge. From the broken cauldron, red and white objects spilled out, discolored and obviously indicating failure in their preparation.

The elder frowned deeply, his mind racing. The two women did not dare to disturb him as they stood respectfully. As for Lin Xuan, he appeared respectful on the surface but his thoughts were whirling inside.

The scene fell into a strange silence.

After a while, the elder finally sighed and withdrew his focus. "Junior Brother Long, you weren't out patrolling; why did you come here?"

"Master Uncle, Senior Cumei recommended this Lin Daoist friend to me. He admires our sect and wishes to join," the red-robed woman bowed respectfully.

"Humph, the recruitment meeting is long over now. Why do you claim he has expertise in alchemy?" The elder's tone was cold as he used his spiritual sense to scan Lin Xuan.

Of course, with his mid-Core Formation cultivation, he couldn't discern anything.

"Junior here meets your esteemed presence. I've long admired your sect and truly wish to join. As for alchemy, I did learn a bit by chance. For instance, this Three Yang Soul Refinement Pill has some insights on its preparation," Lin Xuan stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"What?" Both women were stunned, as was theLei surname elder, who almost leapt from his seat in disbelief: "You say you've actually prepared this Three Yang Soul Refinement Pill?"

"Yes." Lin Xuan nodded calmly, showing no signs of nervousness.

The elder squinted, scrutinizing him once more from head to toe. "Very well. If you can truly prepare such a pill, there will be no issue with your entry. I might even take you as an adopted disciple."

An adopted disciple?

Lin Xuan was speechless but had to feign immense joy on the surface.

"Go down," he said.

The two women bowed and turned to leave.

Not long after, their figures disappeared around a corridor. However, Lin Xuan's powerful spiritual sense picked up their low whispers clearly.

"Junior Sister Long, what is this Lin Daoist's background? He dares to claim he can prepare the Three Yang Soul Refinement Pill even though Master Uncle hasn't succeeded."

"Senior Ning, I've already said that Senior Cumei recommended him. I just saw him a bit earlier and don’t know much," the red-robed woman sighed, trying to defend herself.

"Hmm... He seems calm and composed. If he's taken under Master Uncle as an adopted disciple, his future is indeed bright."

There was even a hint of envy in her voice.

It truly didn't seem like empty boasting. If it were said by theLei surname elder, the white-robed woman's face would have shown something different.

"Indeed, though the current elders on the peak aren’t the most powerful, they are favored by the sect leader. I heard our ancestor intended to let him take charge of the Dan Yang Pavilion."

"Junior Sister." The red-robed woman was interrupted before she could finish: "Such unverified rumors should not be spread even among us. If any elder hears about it, we might face serious consequences."

The red-robed woman pursed her lips. The two women quickly walked away.

Lin Xuan's expression turned thoughtful. She had just arrived and the filth on this Fire Cloud Peak was unfamiliar to her. But from snippets of conversation, she could deduce that this elder held significant power, making it advantageous to be his ally.

Of course, Lin Xuan's expression only flashed for a moment; he knew the elder wouldn't notice.

"Can you truly prepare the Three Yang Soul Refinement Pill?"

"Yes, I have at least a 70% chance. However..." Lin Xuan paused, showing a hint of difficulty on his face. "What is it?" The elder was eager to know.

Master, being an alchemy master, surely understands the rules. I need a separate room where no one can disturb me, not even you," Lin Xuan's expression showed anxiety as if fearing angering him.

"Of course." The elder waved his hand dismissively: "If you can prepare this pill, all conditions will be met."

This wasn't due to the elder's generosity; he only needed the Three Yang Soul Refinement Pill. He didn’t care much about the specific method.

The rarity of this pill meant ordinary cultivators rarely used it. The matter had troubled theLei surname elder for years. It began with his travels to the Dispersed Peace State, where he unexpectedly discovered a descendant in the secular world.

Cultivators are not devoid of emotion; the elder was overjoyed and visited the family. He found one junior with excellent cultivation potential—a Saintly Spirit Root!

Such extraordinary talent was rare among even their nine major sects, and its appearance in ordinary people often led to fierce competition. With a Saintly Spirit Root, one could easily form a foundation or core formation with effort and good fortune.

With a relative related by blood, the elder was delighted. There was no need for discussion; he brought him back to the sect to personally train and nurture.

However, as they say, joy begets misfortune. Perhaps due to his exceptional talent, fate had conspired against him. Soon after, a bolt of lightning struck, leaving the elder stunned.

His junior indeed had a Saintly Spirit Root but was missing one soul fragment.

It is well known that humans have three souls and seven spirits. TheLei surname lady's misfortune might be due to an issue during her past life’s reincarnation.

If she were just meant to be an ordinary person, it wouldn’t matter much. Her relatives hadn't noticed anything different in the last decade or so. But for a cultivator, this was significant.

Missing one soul fragment meant she would have inherent vulnerabilities and a higher risk of going mad. A misstep could lead to irreparable damage.

In other words, she wasn’t suited for the path of immortality.

Thinking about it, the elder cursed loudly. Wasn't fate playing a cruel joke? Such good talent shouldn’t be wasted!

The disappointment was immense, especially with familial ties. The elder refused to give up and focused on ancient texts, searching for solutions from past wisdom.

In the end, after reviewing thousands of volumes, he found hope in an ancient text that offered a possible solution.

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