Chapter 63: Mid-Grade Alchemist

Qin Ming was lost in thought.

“Of course, teaching you this true scripture comes with conditions.”

“But I won’t tell you yet,” Su Yuqing said noncommittally.

Qin Ming could not let such a heavenly opportunity slip by—once this chance passed, it would never return.

He immediately nodded and replied, “Brother Su, rest assured—I won’t reveal it to anyone. Within my ability, I’ll agree to anything you ask.”

Su Yuqing finally smiled.

He took a set of arrays from his storage pouch, enveloping both of them, then transmitted the full incantation of the Yin-Yang Separation and Union Spirit Control True Scripture to Qin Ming.

Qin Ming focused his mind, silently reciting the true scripture repeatedly until he had memorized every word without omission.

As Su Yuqing taught, Qin Ming grew increasingly astonished, unable to help but marvel: Su Yuqing was truly a prodigy.

His genius in alchemy was no mere boast.

After a stick of incense burned out.

Qin Ming had fully absorbed the true scripture.

“That’s enough. If you ever gain the ability, you may refine this insight further yourself.”

“Now, brew another batch of Spirit Gathering Pills for me,” Su Yuqing said, adopting an examining expression.

Qin Ming nodded.

He took a deep breath, emptied his mind, and the full text of the alchemy technique flashed in his thoughts.

Suddenly! Qin Ming opened his eyes and activated the Yin-Yang Separation and Union Spirit Control True Scripture—he clearly felt that every step, from extracting the herbal base to the final fusion of the spirits, became impossibly smooth and fluid.

Watching from the side, Su Yuqing muttered in disbelief, “This is unbelievable—has this kid’s spiritual force really grown so strong?”

The most critical moment arrived.

The herbal essences inside the cauldron began to merge and take shape—but if this trend continued, another dud would form.

Qin Ming concentrated his spirit and immediately applied the fusion technique from the true scripture.

The already merging herbal liquids separated once more, the spirits within responding like puppets under his command, splitting and recombining according to his will until they fused perfectly together.

Jiu! The alchemy cauldron emitted a bright, joyful chime!

A rich, intoxicating pill aroma filled the air.

“Success!” Qin Ming beamed with joy—Su Yuqing also wore a smile of approval.

Inside the cauldron, six green Spirit Gathering Pills floated up and down.

Qin Ming reached out and summoned them; six pills landed in his palm. His luck was exceptional—he had even produced two deep-green premium Spirit Gathering Pills.

“Heh, congratulations, Brother Qin—you’ve successfully broken through to Mid-Grade Alchemist.”

“If you can brew Spirit Gathering Pills, other Mid-Grade pills should be no challenge for you,” Su Yuqing said, his tone showing clear approval.

Qin Ming put away the pills and bowed deeply to Su Yuqing, sincerely thanking him: “Thank you, Brother Su, for teaching me this true scripture.”

Only after using it himself did he realize its true significance.

“Bah, don’t be so formal—you’ll have to fulfill your promise eventually anyway. We’re even.” Su Yuqing waved his hand.

“Besides, I only taught it to you because your spiritual core is unusually strong. Otherwise, even if I gave it to you, it’d be useless.”

“Enough talk. Since you’ve succeeded in alchemy, let’s have a drink.”

Qin Ming smiled easily and replied, “Alright. Tonight, we drink until we pass out.”

“But first, let me finish using the last of my materials.”

After two sticks of incense burned out.

Another wave of pill aroma spread through the air.

Qin Ming was even more skilled now—his success rate was significantly higher than before.

This batch yielded ten Spirit Gathering Pills, four of them premium quality.

Qin Ming’s spirits soared.

After cleaning the alchemy chamber.

The two sat in the courtyard, drinking spirit wine.

Seeing the hour was late, Qin Ming took his leave from Su Yuqing.

Back at the Cool Pavilion.

Qin Ming took out the Spirit Gathering Pills he had brewed today, his eyes gleaming with quiet excitement.

“It’s time to catch up on my magic power cultivation,” Qin Ming thought. He had been forced by his elemental affinity to abandon Qi Refining and instead pursue Body Refinement, to gain power quickly and secure resources for his immortal path.

“It proved right—after just over two years of Body Refinement, I’ve reached power comparable to Qi Refining’s peak.”

“If I’d kept struggling with the Evergreen Scripture daily, even with pills, without enough supply, I’d still be stuck in Qi Refining’s mid-stage.”

“Eating premium Spirit Gathering Pills every day? My spirit stones wouldn’t last.”

“Now that I can brew Mid-Grade pills, I can produce and consume them myself.”

“Even the herbs for Spirit Gathering Pills can be grown myself—I only need to buy a few auxiliary ingredients from Juexuan Pavilion.”

“Costs are extremely low—massive savings on spirit stones.”

“From now on, I can eat Spirit Gathering Pills like rice.”

“And now that I’m a Mid-Grade Alchemist, my wealth will accumulate far faster.”

Thinking of this,

Qin Ming sat on the meditation cushion in his quiet chamber.

He first took a premium Spirit Gathering Pill and swallowed it.

Pure medicinal energy flowed through his limbs and meridians.

Qin Ming activated the Evergreen Scripture, circulating the energy through the Heavenly Cycle, transforming it into Evergreen magic power.

Gradually, the magic power in his dantian swelled considerably.

Once the medicinal energy from the premium pill was fully absorbed,

Qin Ming took another premium Spirit Gathering Pill and swallowed it.

He repeated the cycle.

One premium Spirit Gathering Pill after another, he consumed them without pause.

After finishing all six premium pills, he swallowed five more of the common quality.

The market price for a premium Spirit Gathering Pill was around 150 spirit stones; the common ones were about 65 each.

Just this single cultivation session, Qin Ming consumed pills worth over a thousand spirit stones.

Finally,

The magic power in Qin Ming’s dantian, built up through years of daily cultivation and now amplified by the flood of pills, burst forth like a dam breaking.

He immediately directed his spiritual sense, straining to guide the wild magic power, accelerating its circulation through the Evergreen Scripture’s Heavenly Cycle.

Time passed slowly.

Until the hour of Yin Zheng.

Boom! New Evergreen magic power surged like a river pouring into sea, endlessly filling his dantian.

“I’ve broken through!”

“Qi Refining, Level Five.”

Qin Ming opened his eyes, ending his cultivation.

He carefully sensed the magic power within.

Qin Ming could barely contain his excitement.

His dantian’s magic power had more than doubled again.

His current magic power level far surpassed that of peers at the same stage.

“If I can produce large quantities of premium Spirit Gathering Pills,”

“and continue cultivating at this pace,”

“Qi Refining’s late stage can’t be far off.”

Qin Ming pondered for a moment.

Perhaps he should deepen his cooperation with Jingxue Pavilion—its influence was not to be underestimated, spanning the Southern Wastelands.

This would grant him access to higher-tier information and help him secure cultivation resources.

Of course, only under conditions he could fully control.

“Alright. Tomorrow, I’ll sell the Qi Condensation Pills at Juexuan Pavilion and buy auxiliary herbs for Spirit Gathering Pills.”

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(End of Chapter)