Inside the pill room, Qin Guiya extinguished the last furnace fire and let out a long breath.
Green jade bottles were neatly arranged on the stone table, each containing ten Blue Sprout Pills.
“It’s finally done…”
He rubbed his sore temples; ten consecutive days of high-intensity Alchemy were a considerable burden even for a Golden Core cultivator.
But the harvest was equally astonishing—a hundred furnaces of Blue Sprout Pills, not a single failure.
Qin Guiya began to categorize and count his achievements.
There were thirty-six ordinary quality pills, two hundred eighty-four fine quality pills, four hundred fifty perfect quality pills, and surprisingly, thirty Flawless Pills, which were the most precious!
“It’s even better than expected,” he murmured, a slight smile playing on his lips.
After the initial few days of unfamiliarity, from the fifth day onwards, he was able to consistently produce six to seven Flawless Pills daily.
If the Alchemists who had painstakingly Cultivated the Dao of Alchemy for decades knew of this progress, they would probably be so angry they’d spit blood.
He carefully placed the Flawless Pills into his personal Storage Ring, while the other Medicinal Pills were bottled separately.
“Squeak, squeak!” Little Fire, the Exploding Monkey, squeezed through the window crack, its red fur stained with a few blades of grass, evidently just returned from frolicking in the Spirit field.
It twitched its nose, staring eagerly at the Medicinal Pills on the table.
“Greedy monkey,” Qin Guiya chided with a smile, flicking out a fine quality Blue Sprout Pill.
Little Fire caught it in mid-air, swallowed it whole, then comfortably narrowed its eyes, a blue glow appearing on its fiery red fur.
Feeding a Spirit Beast with fine quality pills would have seemed like a terrible waste to the old Qin Guiya.
But now… he looked at the table full of Medicinal Pills and suddenly felt a sense of immense wealth.
“Husband…”
Liu Qingchan’s voice came from outside the door, tinged with a hint of weakness, “Breakfast is ready.”
Qin Guiya turned, his brow furrowing involuntarily.
Liu Qingchan’s face was pale, with faint dark circles under her eyes; although she was putting on a brave front, her steps were noticeably slower than usual.
Over these ten days, she had not only helped him process a large amount of Spirit Medicine, but every night she also… In his Sea of Consciousness, the third Enlightenment Leaf swayed gently.
A pang of guilt arose in Qin Guiya’s heart.
In order to obtain the Enlightenment Leaf as quickly as possible, he had indeed been a bit… unrestrained.
“You don’t need to tend to the Spirit Medicine today.”
Qin Guiya took the food box from her hand, “You should rest well.”
Liu Qingchan shook her head: “I’m fine, it’s just that last night…”
Before she could finish, she stumbled, nearly knocking over the food box.
Qin Guiya quickly supported her, feeling her waist had become even thinner.
His Divine Sense subconsciously swept over her, discovering that her spiritual Qi was chaotic, and her Yin essence was severely depleted.
“Nonsense!”
He picked Liu Qingchan up without a word, gently placing her on the bed, “Circulate your Cultivation Technique to regulate your Qi; I’ll be right back.”
Liu Qingchan tried to say something, but Qin Guiya stopped her with a look.
She obediently closed her eyes to regulate her Qi.
Qin Guiya stood by the bed for a moment, then turned and walked to the quiet room.
He took out a small bottle from his Storage Ring, poured out three perfect quality Blue Sprout Pills, then thought for a moment and replaced them with one Flawless Pill.
“Take this,” he returned to the bedside, holding the Medicinal Pill to Liu Qingchan’s lips.
Liu Qingchan opened her eyes, her pupils constricting slightly the moment she saw the Flawless Pill:
“This is too precious; I can use ordinary pills…”
“Open your mouth,” Qin Guiya commanded, leaving no room for refusal.
The Medicinal Pill melted upon entering her mouth, and Liu Qingchan was surprised to feel the pure medicinal power flowing within her body, without a trace of Impurities, completely eliminating the need to use her Cultivation Technique to dissolve any pill toxins.
Although it was only a first-tier High Grade Medicinal Pill, its Flawless quality gave it thirty percent of the medicinal efficacy of a second-tier Low Grade Medicinal Pill.
“Husband, this…”
“Rest well.”
Qin Guiya tucked her in, “I’m going to Thousand Eye Island; when I return, I hope to see you in bed, not in the Spirit Medicine field.”
Liu Qingchan’s eyes welled up, and she nodded gently.
Qin Guiya turned to leave, but his sleeve was tugged.
“Be careful… of people from Qin Zhaoyan’s faction.”
Liu Qingchan whispered, “Yesterday when I went to the dining hall, Second Uncle told me that they were inquiring about husband’s Alchemy progress…”
Qin Guiya’s heart tightened.
The other branch families on the island had always been at odds with their branch, and Qin Zhaoyan was particularly bothered by his sudden study of the Dao of Alchemy.
It seemed this trip to Thousand Eye Island required extra caution.
The green jade boat glided across the azure sea, and the outline of the island gradually became clear.
Through the teleportation array, he arrived at Thousand Eye Island once again.
Qin Guiya did not go directly to Danxia Hall but instead detoured to the Thousand Eye Market on Thousand Eye Island, selling some of the fine quality pills to several reputable shops.
He naturally kept the perfect quality pills and Flawless Pills, but the fine quality pills were of little use to him now, and converting them into Spirit Stones was more practical.
“Fellow Daoist, these Blue Sprout Pills are of excellent quality,” an old shopkeeper with a goatee squinted as he inspected the Medicinal Pills, “What’s the market price?”
Qin Guiya feigned contemplation: “I urgently need Spirit Stones; can the shopkeeper take two hundred at once?”
“Of course,” the shopkeeper replied calmly.
In the end, two hundred fine quality Blue Sprout Pills exchanged for ten thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones.
Danxia Hall was still bustling with people.
Qin Guiya walked directly to the mission handover point, presenting his identity jade token and fifty green jade bottles:
“Handing in the Blue Sprout Pill mission.”
The registering deacon carelessly took them, opened the first bottle, and poured out a pill to inspect it.
Upon seeing the quality of the Medicinal Pill, he suddenly sat up straight: “Perfect quality?!”
This shout attracted many gazes from around.
Qin Guiya inwardly cursed, but his expression remained calm: “Just a fluke.”
The deacon inspected the ten bottles of Medicinal Pills one by one, growing more surprised with each one:
“All perfect quality… Fellow Daoist, under which Great Master do you Cultivate?”
“Self-taught,” Qin Guiya said indifferently, “Please transfer the contribution points directly to my jade token.”
The deacon wanted to press further but had to give up under Qin Guiya’s cold gaze.
A flash of light on the jade token, and the contribution points surged from one hundred to four thousand one hundred—a full four thousand points credited!
“Fellow Daoist, if you are interested, Danxia Hall regularly purchases…”
“Not necessary for now.”
Qin Guiya put away his jade token and turned to leave.
He could feel several probing gazes following him, one of which was particularly intense—from a familiar figure in the corner, a Dan Hall deacon from Qin Muqing’s faction.
Leaving Danxia Hall, Qin Guiya did not return directly as usual but instead detoured to the Thousand Eye Market, entering the “Ten Thousand Spirit Pavilion.”
This was the most high-end Medicinal Pill shop on Thousand Eye Island, specializing in rare Medicinal Pills of the third tier and above, rumored to be managed by a Soul Transformation level Elder.
“What is the price of Rainfall Elixir?” he asked the old man behind the counter directly.
The old man lifted his eyelids:
“Eighty thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones, two thousand contribution points. Only three pills left in stock.”
Qin Guiya’s heart skipped a beat—it was even more expensive than he had estimated!
The previous failure to break through to the Middle Stage of Golden Core had left him with injuries, and now he truly couldn’t delay; he felt a faint stinging pain every time he performed Alchemy, and prolonged exposure would affect his Cultivation Foundation.
“Can you reserve one pill? I will come to collect it within ten days.”
The old man looked him over meaningfully: “For the sake of Fellow Daoist’s sincerity, this old man can keep it until the end of the month. It will not be held past that.”
Leaving the Ten Thousand Spirit Pavilion, Qin Guiya calculated the remaining thirty thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones he needed.
Should he refine another batch of Blue Sprout Pills?
No, that would attract too much attention.
Perhaps he could try other Medicinal Pills…