Chapter 62: The True Scripture of Yin-Yang Separation and Union Spirit Control

Juxuan Pavilion, seventh-floor private room.

Liao the Shopkeeper knocked on the door. “Master, I have urgent news to report!”

A voice, icy and cold, came from within the room.

“Enter.”

Liao the Shopkeeper carefully pushed open the door and stepped inside.

“Master.”

Qin Dao you just came to the shop to purchase spirit materials.

“He’s preparing to break through to mid-grade Alchemist.”

Gu Qingzhao, who had been sipping tea while reading a scripture, suddenly sat upright, her dark brows knitting together as she stared at Liao the Shopkeeper. “What?!”

Liao the Shopkeeper immediately bowed low and recounted the entire incident without omission.

“You handled this matter well. This is a major merit.”

“When Yunze Immortal City is completed, you will have a place within the Pavilion.”

Continue cultivating good relations with Qin Dao you. If he returns to the shop again, report it to me directly. Gu Qingzhao’s star-like eyes flickered uncertainly, as if deep in thought.

…

Qin Ming left Juxuan Pavilion.

A cup of tea’s time later.

He arrived at Su Yuqing’s chamber with ease.

“Brother Su, this is Spirit Bamboo Wine—excellent taste. I brought a jar for you to try.” Qin Ming took out the spirit wine from his storage pouch and handed it to Su Yuqing.

Su Yuqing’s face lit up with delight. He took the Spirit Bamboo Wine, uncorked it, and instantly a rich, intoxicating aroma of spirit wine filled the entire room.

“Fine wine! Brother Qin, you always have the best stuff! Then I’ll accept it with thanks.”

He had only two great passions in life: alchemy, and spirit wine and spirit tea.

Su Yuqing eagerly fetched two wine cups, ready to taste.

Qin Ming raised a hand to stop him. “Brother Su, I came today to borrow the alchemy chamber to refine pills. I’ve already drunk my share—no more for me.”

“Alright, go ahead. I’ll savor this Spirit Bamboo Wine properly.” Su Yuqing nodded, then picked up the cups and turned toward the courtyard. Suddenly he remembered something and asked casually, “What pill are you planning to refine?”

“Spirit Gathering Pill.” Qin Ming answered without hesitation.

“Oh～” Su Yuqing first murmured, then suddenly realized, his tone rising sharply: “What did you say?!”

“Spirit Gathering Pill? Are you certain?”

“That pill is among the most difficult of all mid-grade spirit pills to refine.”

Qin Ming replied with absolute certainty: “Certain. That’s the one.”

He chose the Spirit Gathering Pill for a reason—it currently offers the best effect for enhancing his magic power cultivation base.

This time alone, preparing ten sets of spirit materials for the Spirit Gathering Pill cost him several hundred spirit stones.

“Alright then. Brother Qin always likes to take on the hardest challenges.” Su Yuqing was no longer surprised. He picked up the wine jar and went to enjoy his drink.

Next.

Qin Ming entered the alchemy chamber, cleared his mind, and began refining the pill with full focus.

The pill formula and refining process were recorded in great detail in Su Yuqing’s notebook.

He had mentally rehearsed it countless times—it was etched into his memory.

After his spiritual soul had been further strengthened.

Extracting the herbal base and blending the spirit herbs proceeded flawlessly.

He opened the furnace’s fire valve.

Boom! Scorching earth fire surged forth.

Qin Ming began controlling the flame, evenly heating the furnace.

When the heat reached near-perfect levels.

He gestured with his hand, and one pre-mixed set of spirit herbs flew into the furnace.

Now came the most critical step.

With his powerful spiritual sense, Qin Ming carefully manipulated the earth fire while fusing the herbs inside the furnace.

Long moments passed.

Puff!

A pungent black smoke rose from the furnace.

Clearly, the first attempt had failed.

Qin Ming had anticipated this—refining mid-grade spirit pills was far more difficult than refining low-grade ones.

To succeed on the first try was pure fantasy.

Qin Ming’s expression remained blank. He began cleaning the furnace residue, analyzing his mistakes, and preparing for another attempt. Time passed.

Inside the alchemy chamber, the dull thuds of failure echoed repeatedly.

Seven consecutive failures.

Finally, Qin Ming’s composure began to crack.

“Where exactly is the problem?”

“I followed every step precisely—almost no deviation.” He was utterly baffled, stuck in a deadlock.

Without understanding the key issue, no matter how many times he refined, the outcome would remain the same—failure.

Outside the alchemy chamber.

“How’s it going?” Su Yuqing, seeing Qin Ming’s soot-streaked face, grinned mischievously as he strolled in with his hands behind his back.

He casually picked up one of Qin Ming’s failed pills, pinched it gently, then closely examined the black-gray residue.

He sniffed it at his nose.

Long moments passed.

Su Yuqing frowned slightly, lost in thought. After a long pause, he asked: “How long have you been attempting to refine this Spirit Gathering Pill?”

Qin Ming was puzzled. Su Yuqing always ignored him during refining sessions—today, for the first time, he entered and asked a question.

Instantly alert, he answered honestly: “I just started today. Seven attempts total.”

Su Yuqing: “.”

“Seven attempts and you’ve reached this level?”

“Are you joking?”

Su Yuqing rubbed the residue in his hand. The black ash fell away, revealing inside a small, pale-green, half-formed pill the size of an almond.

“You’re already about one-third there.”

Qin Ming stared at the failed pill and shrugged. “Maybe it was just blind luck.”

He then sifted through the remaining residue and confirmed that only the one in Su Yuqing’s hand was even partially formed.

Seeing this.

Su Yuqing’s face twisted in internal struggle. After long hesitation, he let out a heavy sigh. “Fine. Brother Qin, to be honest—you’re the most gifted alchemist I’ve ever seen among spirit cultivators.”

Qin Ming: “?!”

He silently thought: If not for the term that greatly strengthened my spiritual soul, I wouldn’t even have talent—I’d still be struggling with basic Detoxifying Pills.

“Your steps and process for refining the Spirit Gathering Pill are flawless.”

“You’re just missing one thing,” Su Yuqing said slowly.

Qin Ming’s heart leapt—he was about to get the answer he’d been unable to find.

He asked, puzzled: “What’s missing?”

“I’ll demonstrate once. Watch closely.” Su Yuqing walked to the table.

His entire aura shifted dramatically.

He began refining the Spirit Gathering Pill.

Under his masterful hands, the spirit materials decomposed swiftly—his movements flowed like water, seamless and effortless, each step executed with effortless precision.

In just half a cup of tea’s time.

Jiu! A clear chime rang from the furnace—successful formation.

Twelve deep-blue, premium-grade Spirit Gathering Pills emerged fresh from the furnace.

Su Yuqing waved his hand—the pills floated into his palm.

Qin Ming had been utterly stunned. His own half-baked technique paled in comparison.

“It must be the refining technique,” Qin Ming hesitated, voicing his thought.

He had clearly seen that during Su Yuqing’s final fusion step, the pill’s quality should have been ordinary.

But he used a peculiar spell—just as the herbal liquid began to solidify, it split apart again, then re-fused, adjusted until perfect.

Only then did he achieve perfection in one step, refining a premium-grade Spirit Gathering Pill.

Su Yuqing smiled faintly and nodded. “Correct. This ‘Yin-Yang Separation and Union Spirit Control True Scripture’ is my unique alchemy technique—a personal insight I’ve developed over years of study. It’s still being refined.”

“Of all the fusion techniques within it, I dare say—no alchemist above second-rank, except myself, could ever comprehend it.”

“You’ve watched me for so long, yet you’ve only grasped the surface—you’ve never learned its essence.”

Qin Ming suddenly understood. “So that’s it.”

“I can transmit the ‘Yin-Yang Separation and Union Spirit Control True Scripture’ to you—but you must swear never to reveal it to anyone else.” Su Yuqing’s expression turned grave as he spoke to Qin Ming.

Qin Ming froze in shock! Joy surged through him, yet disbelief followed—how could Su Yuqing so easily give him something this vital? ‘Could it be…’

(End of chapter)