Chapter 10: The Identity of the Alchemist Senior

What does this mean?

Before the two could even ask, Yi Huang was the first to provide the answer.

"Although the Entry-to-Saint Pill can be used to break through to Dou Sheng, it can only be used for that specific breakthrough; it cannot be used consecutively to break through to subsequent realms."

"The senior in question back then was precisely because they consumed a large quantity of Entry-to-Saint Pills that they forcibly raised their cultivation to High-level Dou Saint."

"This resulted in the Dou Qi within their body being unstable; even possessing the Fallen Heart Flame could not purify the Dou Qi. Their combat power was not even as good as an ordinary Low-level Dou Saint."

"And you, Lao Ye, can completely rely on yourself to break through to a higher realm."

"That is why I said this medicinal pill has limitations for you."

However, Xiao Han seemed to have discovered a blind spot at this moment, "You mean the Entry-to-Saint Pill can also help people raise their realm, and it can be taken at will, with the consequence being low combat power?"

"Generally speaking, that is the case," Yi Huang affirmed.

"Then we can use it for other things, right?" Xiao Han said, rubbing his chin.

"What do you mean?" Yi Huang and Ye Jianxin were both a bit curious.

Ye Jianxin had originally thought that being able to help break through to Dou Sheng was already heaven-defying enough; he hadn't expected there to be other uses.

"Did you forget that not everyone has our talent?"

"Even if they are worse, they are still Dou Sheng! We might not have a use for them, but can't our relatives and friends use them?"

Xiao Han grinned.

Indeed, although Yi Huang and Ye Jianxin were both orphans, they did have some friends; the Entry-to-Saint Pill could completely help them raise their realm.

After all, even if they couldn't fight, for every star a Dou Sheng powerhouse rises, their lifespan increases accordingly; if the news were released, truth be told, there would be plenty of people scrambling for it.

Moreover, it is only low combat power, not a lack of combat power. A Dou Sheng, no matter how poor, is still much stronger than a Half-Saint.

They could kill you just by competing in Dou Qi.

"However, it won't work right now; at most, it can only be used in secret," Xiao Han immediately poured a bucket of cold water.

"We simply cannot defend it."

In the Central Plains, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers; relative to Dou Sheng, although the number of Half-Saint powerhouses is not large, there are still some.

Not to mention the existence of that terrifying group, the Ancient Race.

Although a Ninth Grade Pill consumes a huge amount of resources, relative to gaining an additional Dou Sheng powerhouse, this cost is completely acceptable.

Once the existence of the Entry-to-Saint Pill, which can mass-produce Low-level Dou Saint, is exposed.

The Langya Pavilion, which currently only has one Six-Star Dou Sheng, would have no way to block threats coming from all directions.

In order to control this resource, those Ancient Races would absolutely lose all shame and enter the fray to seize it by force.

"That is true, and it is still a long way off before reaching the Ninth Grade realm," Yi Huang shook her head and cast the thought from her mind.

"Are there any finished products of these medicinal pills?" Suddenly, Ye Jianxin remembered something.

Noticing his old friend's gaze, Xiao Han silently turned his head to seek help from his own wife.

That sincere look "moved" (disgusted) Yi Huang, "Of course there are, if they haven't been used up," she said, glancing at Xiao Han.

"No, absolutely not!" To clear his suspicion, Xiao Han pulled out all the stops.

At the same time, Xiao Han added in his heart, it's a good thing I didn't know at the time.

"There should be two Bodhi Pills left, more than ten bottles of Spirit Gathering Pills, and one bottle of Entry-to-Saint Pills."

"There are that many?" A bottle of medicinal pills is usually about ten pills.

After all, the Spirit Gathering Pill is cheap and it is normal to have many, but they really did not expect that ten of such a precious Ninth Grade medicinal pill as the Entry-to-Saint Pill could still remain.

"Indeed, and analyzing the current situation, this secret realm has existed for a very long time; that the medicinal properties have been kept so well after such a long passage of time is something I did not expect."

"Plus those pill formulas in the inheritance, it can completely allow our strength to explode in a short period of time."

Although most medicinal pills require Exotic Fire to clear the side effects, there are still a small number of medicinal pills that can be utilized.

"But Yi Huang, do you know the identity of this Alchemist senior? With such powerful talent and ability, they shouldn't be unknown on the continent, right?" Xiao Han asked in confusion.

This is not an empty statement, not to mention that this senior's Alchemist level is already at the half-step Ninth Grade Golden Core.

Just the fact that they could improve the Bodhi Pill and research the Entry-to-Saint Pill is enough to make them famous across the continent.

After all, the currently circulating Bodhi Pill can only increase the probability of breaking through to Half-Saint by twenty percent, but they changed this probability to infinitely close to one hundred percent, and lowered the difficulty and cost of refining the Bodhi Pill.

Not to mention that Entry-to-Saint Pill; a medicinal pill that helps people break through to Dou Sheng is unprecedented. And it is only at the Precious Pill level.

Even the original Bodhi Pill is an Eighth Grade medicinal pill that can attract eight-colored or even nine-colored pill lightning; that there is a gap of a Half-Saint and Saint Realm between them yet it is only a Precious Pill, it can really be said that the requirements are very low.

"I don't know this either."

"How strange... to think there is an Alchemist who doesn't want to leave their name."

"Alright, stop thinking about it, Lao Ye, hurry up and break through!"

"No problem!" Ye Jianxin patted his chest to guarantee it.

Then, just as the two were about to leave, Xiao Han hesitated and spoke.

"That... um... Huang'er, don't go into seclusion these few days, I'll take you home for a trip first."

"Got it!" Yi Huang's departing figure suddenly stiffened for a moment, and she agreed, feigning calmness.

But from her gradually quickening pace, it could be seen that it was completely not the case.

Three days later, somewhere in the Jia Ma Empire of the Northwest Continent.

Above the boundless desert, the space suddenly fluctuated, forming a black hole, from which two figures, a man and a woman, stepped out.

"Is this the Jia Ma Empire? It's a bit desolate!" This woman was none other than Yi Huang; seeing the desert under the scorching sun, she frowned and immediately pulled a long face.

She had thought there would be something fun to do.

"This should be within the range of the Tagor Desert," Xiao Han swept a glance below; there was no sign of anyone, and he had thought he might run into the hosts—the Snake-People Tribe.

He was actually quite curious about the future wife of his junior, Xiao Yan.

It is funny to say, having roamed the continent for so many years, he had even been to the Beast Domain, yet he had never come to take a look at this neighbor's place.

"Alright, let's go. I'll let you enjoy the treatment of an Ancestor," Xiao Han teased.

"Nonsense, this lady is not that old," Yi Huang said, immediately displeased upon hearing this.

Although according to Xiao Han's seniority, she could indeed be considered an Ancestor-level figure, as a woman who remained beautiful, this clearly violated a taboo in her heart.

"Let's go!"

At this moment, the Xiao Clan truly experienced what it meant for people to leave and the tea to go cold.

When they followed the plan and unintentionally "leaked" the "news of the death" of Clan Leader Xiao Lin, the enemies went without saying; they were "sharpening their knives toward the fat sheep."

As for the allies, the best of them were merely maintaining neutrality, and some "ingrates" who had once received care from the Xiao Clan were even trying to secretly get a share of the spoils.

The Nalan Clan, which once had a marriage contract with his family and was originally considered a "staunch ally" in his mind, was now also closing its doors to guests, taking the stance of "do as you please, I am not participating."

This allowed the members of the Xiao Clan to recognize certain facts and see certain people clearly. Perhaps that could be considered a good thing?

The current Xiao Clan Clan Leader, Xiao Zhan, thought as much.

When no one was around, Xiao Zhan took out the Clan Leader's token—the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade.

Stroking the plain-looking Jade Pendant in his hand, Xiao Zhan suddenly felt a surge of heroism.

Look at this, the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade! In this world, besides those Ancient Races, only my Xiao Clan has one.

Xiao Clan = Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade = Ancient Race, therefore Xiao Clan = Ancient Race.

Hmm, no flaws there.

But soon, Xiao Zhan abandoned this delusional thought; he was well aware of what level his family was at now.

Although the Xiao Clan had been wealthy in the days of their ancestors, to put it bluntly now, they were just a local country bumpkin landlord.

If not for the appearance of Great-Uncle Xiao Han, his family would still be fretting over trivial, sesame-sized troubles.

How is it now?

Our enemies are Ancient Races; a bunch of flies that aren't even Dou Wangs can go play elsewhere.

Thinking back to the panic he felt when he first learned that the Clan Leader's token was the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade—it was worth more than his own life.

At first, he wanted to hand this jade over to Great-Uncle for safekeeping, but he was refused.

It made him anxious and fearful, and it was only after the persuasion of Great-Uncle that he finally set his heart at ease.

Thinking of Great-Uncle's spirit, "Isn't it just the Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade? In the future, our Xiao Clan will even have an Imperial. Right now, it's just a fragment; if it's not complete, it's only good for cracking walnuts, it has no other use."

Recalling it to this day, he still felt exceptionally inspired. Although he did not believe his descendants could become an Imperial—unless there was a genetic mutation.