Chapter 147: Fusion Spirit Pill

Xiao Yan frowned at the objects on the table, his Soul Force sweeping over the black, broken jade piece—what puzzled him was that his Soul Force could not penetrate it to see what lay inside.

"Could this be some kind of Soul Information storage device? But why can't even my Soul Force pierce through it?"

With the current strength of his Soul Force, ordinary Soul Jade pieces would easily be penetrated, revealing their contents directly.

The rescue jade pieces Xiao Yan gave to Qing Lin and his two elder brothers were this kind of thing.

Ordinary Soul Jade pieces, besides transmitting Soul Signals, could also store Cultivation Methods, Dou Techniques, and other Soul Information within them.

Ordinary Cultivation Methods and Dou Techniques required time and effort to learn and understand, but Soul Jade pieces directly input the information into the Soul through Soul Force, like a divine awakening—allowing the learner to bypass the step of digestion and comprehension.

Therefore, these Soul Jade pieces were extremely precious.

"Sir, what would you like?" The vendor, noticing Xiao Yan standing motionless before the stone platform for a long time, asked curiously.

Interrupted by the man, Xiao Yan glanced at him, smiled, and picked up the black jade piece. "Boss, how much for this jade piece?"

The jade felt rough in his hand, covered in tiny granules—as if the material was poor—and faint cracks marred its surface, with sand and soil clinging to the fissures.

A single touch told Xiao Yan this must have been dug up from some Ruins or soil.

The man instantly perked up—he'd had no customers all morning except Xiao Yan.

"I… I want a Third-Rank Elixir for my research and study of Pill Alchemy. My alchemical talent is poor—I've cultivated for years and still remain a Pill Apprentice." The man chuckled awkwardly.

Xiao Yan smiled faintly, pulling three elixirs from his space ring. "Here are three types of healing elixirs: First-Rank Blood-Consolidating Powder, Second-Rank Body-Repairing Pill, Third-Rank Minor Blood Restoration Pill. That should be enough for your research."

Seeing Xiao Yan's generosity, the vendor leapt to his feet, carefully placing the elixirs into three wooden boxes, and stared at Xiao Yan in shock. "Sir… are you a Third-Rank Alchemist?!"

Xiao Yan said nothing further; since the transaction was complete, there was no need to linger.

As he walked, Xiao Yan pondered the jade piece in his hand. "No wonder none of the Alchemists here noticed this Soul Jade—using Soul Force Perception, they'd just assume it's ordinary Black Jade."

Ordinary Soul tools always gave feedback when probed with Soul Force—but this Black Jade Piece gave no response at all, like a plain jade pendant.

"What was that feeling just now? Why has it vanished now?"

Clenching the jade, the strange pulsing sensation he'd felt upon entering the Alchemist Guild was gone.

Xiao Yan could sense a faint warmth emanating from the jade, but nothing else.

Xiao Yan wasn't in a hurry—he tucked the Black Jade Piece into his pocket; this required careful study later.

Slowly walking through the vendor stalls, his gaze wandered curiously over many medicinal materials and other items he'd never seen before—he'd come here to hunt for treasures, and to learn the rules of the Alchemist Convention.

"Alchemists really are arrogant." Along the way, most vendors ignored him entirely; when asked a price, they'd merely state it coldly, as if indifferent to whether he bought or not.

Here, items weren't bought with Gold Coins—most goods could only be traded for Elixirs or Pill Formulas.

Xiao Yan spotted a special Peach Fire seed, similar to the Purple Fire of the Purple Crystal Winged Lion King—a Beast Fire. It was eventually traded away by a coldly beautiful girl for a Fourth-Rank Pill Formula.

Xiao Yan shook his head—he hadn't found anything else valuable. Though many precious medicinal materials were here, none were what he sought.

"Too bad no Strange Fire is for sale." Xiao Yan was truly dreaming—he thought he might find Strange Fire here.

After wandering the entire area, Xiao Yan approached the Guild's reception desk and asked softly, "Hello, I need a detailed handbook of the Alchemist Convention rules."

The delicate-looking maid glanced at Xiao Yan's chest—no Alchemist Class Badge—and immediately frowned. "Only certified Alchemists may enter the Alchemist Convention. Pill Apprentices are not allowed."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan sighed. "I am an Alchemist."

"Then show me your Alchemist Class Badge," the maid scoffed. Every Alchemist treated their badge as a symbol of status—some even wore it while bathing.

Xiao Yan crossed his arms, unamused. "Not every Alchemist cares about displaying their rank. Is this enough?"

Xiao Yan extended one finger—WHOOSH—a wisp of Black Flame appeared at its tip.

Seeing the condensed real flame, the reception maid's face turned pale. "Real Flame! Are you a Fourth-Rank Alchemist?!"

Hearing her cry, nearby Alchemists turned to look curiously.

"Fourth-Rank Alchemist? Where?!"

"You're saying this seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy is a Fourth-Rank Alchemist? You're joking."

"Even if he started cultivating Alchemy in the womb, he couldn't possibly be Fourth-Rank."

Xiao Yan shrugged, offering no further explanation. "Now, can I have the handbook?"

The maid's eyes flickered with surprise—whether or not he was a Fourth-Rank Alchemist, the ability to summon Real Flame meant his rank was certainly high.

Xiao Yan took the handbook and noticed an address written on it, beside which was a Red Lips lip print. He glanced at the blushing girl before him and sighed bitterly.

With a sweep of Black Flame, he instantly erased the mark before stepping out of the Alchemist Guild.

If Ling Lao ever heard of this and told Xun Er, it would be another matter entirely.

As Xiao Yan walked back to the Nalan Mansion, he read the handbook's rules: The Alchemist Convention was simple—any Alchemist under thirty could participate; first round was a preliminary selection, second round an Elimination Tournament, third round determined the Champion.

The Champion's prize, besides becoming an Honorary Elder of the Alchemist Guild, was a Sixth-Rank Pill Formula—Fusion Spirit Pill.

"Fusion Spirit Pill… can fuse Soul and body, rapidly restore Soul Power, and even repair past Soul injuries? A decent Formula—can restore Soul Force and heal Soul wounds."

As Xiao Yan pondered whether to enter the competition and claim this Formula, a cold voice rang out.

"Boy, get me this Fusion Spirit Pill Formula—or I'll kill you."

(End of Chapter)