Chapter 45: The Mysteries of the Four Extremes, the Profundity of Laws in a Wave of the Hand (3/7, requesting flowers and evaluation

Having created the technique, Zhang Taixuan turned his attention to alchemy.

It wasn't because he was eager to work.

Rather, with no cultivation resources on hand, if he didn't refine some elixirs, breaking through from the Dao Palace realm to the Four Extremes realm would take him at least several months.

He urgently needed elixirs, and the sect needed them too.

It was a win-win.

Zhang Taixuan only had to give a single order, and sect disciples delivered spiritual herbs to him.

He claimed several years' worth in one go, stuffing his entire residence full.

It took a full day of refining before all the elixirs were completed.

Hundred Herbs Golden Core: 5000

Marrow Washing Pill: 1000

Purple Yang Pill: 5000

Rejuvenation Pill: 2000

Even though he switched to the Eight Trigrams Furnace for alchemy, his success rate still held at one hundred percent.

"Hand over half, keep the rest for cultivation. Perfect."

In truth, he was already being very conscientious.

Other alchemists, when it came to Gao Jie elixirs, would have to thank their lucky stars just to maintain a thirty percent success rate.

When he handed the elixirs over to the sect, the entire sect was stirred up.

Elixirs that had previously been hard to exchange for were suddenly abundant.

At first, they were somewhat puzzled—why had the alchemy branch changed hands?

Now, everyone gave a thumbs-up to the Sect Master's decision.

The Sect Master was truly wise.

The elixirs' medicinal potency had surged tenfold, yet the sect contribution points required for a single pill remained unchanged.

This was equivalent to buying ten times the goods for the same price.

On top of that, the elixirs' effects were mild—ordinary mortals could even refine them.

Where on earth could you find such a deal?

The Marrow Washing Pill in particular drew many Elders and stewards out of long seclusion; all five hundred Marrow Washing Pills were exchanged for in half a day.

The Marrow Washing Pill, boosted by tenfold medicinal power, was terrifyingly potent—far beyond what swallowing ten Marrow Washing Pills could compare to.

Tenfold medicinal power meant not just quantity, but a qualitative leap.

Even some Dao Palace realm grandmasters, upon taking a Marrow Washing Pill, could feel improvement in their physical bodies.

These spiritual medicines originally meant for mortals to wash their marrow and refine their bones, improving their aptitude, had ended up monopolized by a bunch of old fogies.

One had to admit, it was rather a case of laughing or crying.

"Heavens, the Elders and stewards are actually competing with us for Marrow Washing Pills—we're doomed."

"Right, I heard Senior Brother Li Yan was bestowed a Marrow Washing Pill by Elder Zhang, and his aptitude has already reached the top tier."

Top-tier aptitude, though not as eye-catching as a divine body or sacred body, made many disciples all the more envious.

After all, divine bodies and sacred bodies—either you were born with one, or you probably never would have one.

But with Marrow Washing Pills, top-tier aptitude was something they dared to dream of.

"I want a Marrow Washing Pill!"

"I want a Marrow Washing Pill—sect, think of something!"

With an example before them, everyone's eyes turned green, and they crowded around the Steward Hall day after day.

"Don't even think about it. Elder Zhang handed over three years' worth of elixirs in one go, so for the next three years, he probably won't be refining any more Marrow Washing Pills."

Hearing this, the crowd immediately fell into glum faces.

"Isn't there some senior sister willing to make a sacrifice and go beg Elder Zhang? I'm willing to offer ten jin of divine source!"

"Yeah, if anyone can get Marrow Washing Pills, I'm willing to offer divine source too!"

Many people started clamoring, and some female disciples even blushed.

Did they not want to make a sacrifice?

They were more than willing, yet they couldn't even get near the spiritual herb garden—dense with dao patterns, it was strictly off-limits without permission.

Meanwhile, the Zhang Taixuan everyone was pining for was busy cultivating.

He swallowed Purple Yang Pills as if they were free, letting magic power refine them, flooding into his body, flooding into the Four Extremes.

Boom!

In just a moment, he successfully broke through to the Four Extremes realm.

The Four Extremes refer to the four limbs.

This realm required tempering the four limbs into something akin to the four extremes of heaven and earth; a casual wave of the hand would carry the profound mysteries of laws—a realm that seemed unimportant, yet was in fact extremely important.

After all, a cultivator's output mostly relied on hands and feet.

Forming seals required hands.

Swinging palms, wielding swords—all required hands.

It could be said that hands and feet occupied an extremely important place in cultivation.

As magic power poured in, Zhang Taixuan gradually sensed a mysterious feeling; his four limbs grew increasingly agile, and his resonance with heaven and earth grew ever higher.

At a thought, his fingers traced, and streaks of array patterns were flung down, transforming into one formation after another.

His expression shifted, and he unleashed numerous divine arts.

His body moved, suddenly transforming into a thirty-zhang-long Star Light Divine Dragon, and in the blink of an eye he was hundreds of meters away—fast as teleportation.

In truth, he had still been holding back his speed.

After all, the sect had a great formation in place; if he had flashed away dozens or hundreds of li in a single move, he would have slammed right into the great formation, and that would have been far too suicidal.

He performed another round of the Dragon God Art and the Star Creation Hand, and felt that everything responded perfectly, as if he had already cultivated for ten thousand years and used these divine arts in countless great battles.

This feeling was definitely not something he had had before.

In the past, although he was also very familiar with these arts, he did not have this kind of instinctive feeling.

This was the wondrous aspect of the Fourth Extreme realm.

Once one reached the Fourth Extreme realm, as long as one understood it in one's heart, then one truly understood it.

It would absolutely never happen — brain: I've got it!

Hands: Born, what have you learned?

This was also precisely the reason why, in the world of fantasy, once many strong experts had a sudden enlightenment, their combat power would grow boundlessly stronger.

Because in the world of fantasy, for high-level strong experts, the power of the soul and the power of the flesh were already indistinguishable from one another.

"Looks like my lack of combat experience has been made up for too." Zhang Taixuan's face was full of smiles as he tossed the remaining elixirs into the chat group shop.

The chat group's trading had no handling fees at all, so it could perfectly be used as a storage space.

【Ding, you have sold…】

【Ding, you have sold…】

The four kinds of elixirs sold, and Zhang Taixuan once again harvested nearly 1.7 million points.

He opened the chat group.

Zhang Taixuan: "Right, everyone can buy one Marrow Washing Pill. This elixir is extremely sought-after in my world; a single pill can raise a mortal's aptitude to its peak."

Yue Buqun: "Peak?"

Su Xiao: "That amazing?"

Huang Rong: "I thought it was only for ordinary people to use, I never expected I'd missed out on a fortune."

Zhang Taixuan: "That's right, no doubt about it. When Elder Zhang makes a move, how could there be any inferior products? Right now the Divine Void Grotto-Heaven is going crazy, snapping them up."

Su Xiao: "Then I definitely have to buy one!"

Ying Zheng: "I also wish to buy. By the way, Immortal, I seem to have found the recipe for the Longevity Medicine on my side."

Su Xiao: "Longevity Medicine? 【Shocked】"

Yue Buqun: "【Shocked】"

Lin Fengjiao: "Great Qin truly has a Longevity Medicine?"