Yao Yuan immediately recalled the process of refining the Qi Gathering Pill last time.
Just like now, I have no clue what to do, and I fail every time I try to refine it.
At that time, he felt even more desperate.
He drowned his sorrows in alcohol all day long, and his state was almost insane.
Surprisingly, he successfully refined the Qi Gathering Pill while intoxicated.
It's a top-grade Qi Gathering Pill!
He thought about this for a long time.
How did that Spirit Gathering Pill end up in my alchemy furnace?
Could it be?
Yao Yuan raised an eyebrow.
Will I have a benefactor to help me?
Yao Yuan's mind flashed through a series of people who might be able to help him.
First and foremost is the Grand Elder.
He is the only one in the entire sect who can refine the highest grade Spirit Gathering Pill!
However, the First Elder has always been at odds with the Second Elder, so there is absolutely no reason for him to help him!
Could it be my master?
Yao Yuan's mind conjured up his master's sharp and mean old face.
I immediately felt a chill and dismissed the idea.
So who exactly is helping me?
Yao Yuan racked his brains but still couldn't figure out who this person was.
However, he was certain that the mysterious person who helped him was not a bad person.
At least he's better than his master!
"At this point, we have no choice but to try anything, even if it seems hopeless!"
After much deliberation, Yao Yuan decided to empty the alchemy room and hand it over to that mysterious senior.
He immediately began preparing the materials for the Dao Integration Pill.
This time, he didn't let any medicine practitioners interfere; instead, he personally filled all the medicine cabinets to the brim and wiped the alchemy furnace spotless.
By the time we finished our work, it was already getting dark.
"Senior, please help your disciple overcome this crisis!"
With his hands clasped together, Yao Yuan prayed devoutly to the void: "Although I do not know your name, senior, if you can help me overcome this difficulty, I will burn incense and make offerings every day!"
Bang bang bang
After kowtowing several times, Yao Yuan prepared to leave.
As he approached the door, he took one last, lingering look at the alchemy room.
If this fails...
This is the last time I'll see myself.
...
At this moment, in a pavilion not far from the alchemy room.
"What is Yao Yuan up to today?"
Chen Wentian looked puzzled.
This is the last day.
If the Dao-Merging Pill isn't refined by tomorrow, Yao Yuan will have to become a medicine man.
But Yao Yuan was acting strangely today, locking himself in the alchemy room all by himself.
Is this a complete surrender?
Or were they scared to death?
Chen Wentian was puzzled.
He had been trying to find an opportunity to secretly refine a batch of Dao Integration Pills for the past few days.
But Yao Yuan was like a madman, directing them to refine pills day and night.
So I haven't found an opportunity yet.
I don't know what kind of hysteria I had today, but I locked myself up.
It seems we'll have to find another way to deal with the Dao Integration Pill.
Just then, Chen Wentian suddenly noticed that the door to the alchemy room was open!
Yao Yuan stepped out of the door and rose into the air. Judging by the direction, he was heading towards the market town at the foot of the mountain.
Having already figured out Yao Yuan's habits, Chen Wentian knew at a glance that this guy must have gone drinking again.
He immediately perked up.
They stealthily made their way to the alchemy room.
By this time, it was completely dark, and there wasn't a soul in sight inside or outside the alchemy room. Normally, the alchemists would be too busy avoiding it to go near. Naturally, no one would voluntarily approach the alchemy room.
Push open the door to the alchemy room.
Seeing the overflowing medicinal herbs, the spotless alchemy furnace, and the neatly arranged prescriptions in front of it.
Chen Wentian understood perfectly well that Yao Yuan had overreacted.
He needs my help.
"This guy isn't stupid."
"Then I'll lend you a hand!"
Chen Wentian smiled knowingly, and then began to prepare for the refining of the Dao Integration Pill.
All the medicinal materials have been prepared.
The remaining steps were a natural progression for him.
...
In the early hours of the morning, at the foot of Shenjian Mountain, inside the Fangshi Restaurant.
Yao Yuan held a bottle of Drunken Immortal Wine, sat by the window in the building, and was enjoying a quiet drink by himself.
He used to get drunk after just one bottle, but today he remained sober after drinking three bottles of Drunken Immortal Wine.
Even the conversations of passersby that I used to ignore were being listened to with extra care today.
"Have you heard? An ancient secret realm has been discovered near Qingzhou and Yunzhou?"
Not far away, the conversation of several independent cultivators from out of town caught his attention.
After all, it's a secret realm.
Who in the entire cultivation world could refuse a secret realm?
Secret realms are linked to spirit stones, magic treasures, and cultivation techniques.
A newly discovered secret realm.
It is an existence that can attract the attention of the entire state's powers!
"An ancient secret realm? This is an incredible opportunity! Don't you fellow cultivators want to explore it?"
Among the scattered cultivators, a young man with his hair tied up suddenly slammed his hand on the table, his voice filled with excitement.
"Alas," the rogue cultivator who started it all sighed, "It's a pity that the Blood Fiend Sect already knows about this."
The young man with his hair tied up raised an eyebrow: "So what if it's the Blood Fiend Sect? They eat the meat, but we're not allowed to have the soup?"
"The Divine Sword Sect alone could not possibly conquer the entire secret realm, but they invited the Divine Sword Sect to explore it together!"
"The Divine Sword Sect!" someone exclaimed. "Isn't the Divine Sword Sect a mortal enemy of the Blood Fiend Sect?"
"That's right, but these two mortal enemies have joined forces, clearly intending to monopolize the entire secret realm. If the rest of us go, we probably won't even get a share!"
The crowd fell silent for a moment.
After a moment, the rogue cultivator with his hair tied up sighed, "Those disciples of major sects are so lucky. I wish I could join the Divine Sword Sect too!"
The voice was filled with envy.
"That's right, even a dog, if it's associated with a sect, is better than us rogue cultivators!"
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