Chapter 103: Four Years

Time flies like an arrow, and time passes quickly. Four years later, on a certain day.

In the stone house on the cliff, compared to before, there were quite a few changes in the house.

In the corner of the room, which was originally empty, there was an extra giant incense burner, in which a thick purple incense candle was burning, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

By the window, there were a few extra exquisite flower pots, in which a few crimson spirit-ganoderma-like plants were planted.

The empty wooden shelf was replaced by a pitch-black iron shelf, on which some bottles and jars were placed.

The original stone bed was also replaced by a crimson jade bed, and a crimson crystal was embedded in the groove beside the bed.

On the jade bed, Wang Yu, who was sitting cross-legged and practicing, suddenly trembled, and a crimson air wave rolled out from his body. At the same time, he couldn't help but let out a long whistle, and the spiritual energy fluctuations on his body rose, increasing by more than a third in the blink of an eye.

Wang Yu opened his eyes, stopped the whistle, but flicked his sleeve, and a red light flew out, circling the room once before flying back into his body and disappearing.

But in this short moment, the temperature in the room became scorching, as if he were beside a furnace.

"This is the power of the sixth level of the Fire Spirit Technique; it seems it can be used in actual combat." Wang Yu muttered, unable to help but smile.

In just four short years, he had crossed two minor realms from the fourth level of Qi Refinement to the sixth level of Qi Refinement.

Wang Yu pinched a spell with one hand, and after operating the sixth level of the Fire Spirit Technique for one cycle, his brow couldn't help but furrow.

If there were no external help like pills, and he relied solely on his own bitter cultivation, he feared it would take at least ten years to touch the bottleneck of the sixth level of Qi Refinement.

One must know that he had now cultivated Star Mind Power to the third level, his mental power had almost doubled again, and his daily meditation cultivation time could already be maintained for over an hour.

This cultivation speed was probably not comparable to those dual-spirit-root disciples in the inner sect, but it should be above those three-spirit-root disciples in the outer sect.

Wang Yu pondered, flipped one hand, and a small bottle appeared in his hand, from which he poured out a blue Zengyuan Pill.

He looked at this pill, his thoughts turning a hundred times.

He had been able to reach his current level in four years, mostly relying on the terrifying mental power of Star Mind Power, and the other half relying on taking nearly a hundred Zengyuan Pills, which saved him a large amount of cultivation time.

These Zengyuan Pills could save him two months of bitter cultivation each at the beginning, but with the repeated doubling of his mental power and the accumulation of resistance to the same type of pill in his body, the effect became weaker and weaker. Now, one pill could only increase the cultivation effect by seven or eight days.

Such a low cost-performance ratio was naturally not suitable for continued consumption.

It seems he either had to switch to another type of pill or simply go and buy mid-grade Zengyuan Pills with two pill patterns at a high price.

Wang Yu was speechless at the price of mid-grade Zengyuan Pills he had inquired about.

The effect of mid-grade Zengyuan Pills was three or four times that of this ordinary low-grade Zengyuan Pill, but the price was a full five or six times higher. The key was that they were in short supply, and one had to rely on Four Symbols Sect merit points to purchase them.

It is said that the alchemists of the Four Symbols Sect refine seven or eight furnaces of Zengyuan Pills to accidentally get one mid-grade one.

As for other pills that increase cultivation in the mid-to-late stages of Qi Refinement, even without the issue of pill resistance, their effects were far lower than the increase of the Zengyuan Pill.

This is why inner sect disciples, after entering the late stage of Qi Refinement, even if they have families or Foundation Establishment great cultivators as backing, mostly have to rely on slow bitter cultivation to impact the Great Perfection realm of Qi Refinement.

In these few years, he had used his spare time to refine dozens of low-rank magic artifacts as an apprentice at Master Sun's place and sold them all through Master Sun's hands. Although one-third of the profits were extracted, he still earned nearly ten thousand spirit stones and made a small name for himself among the many outer sect disciples.

Most of these spirit stones were used by him to purchase Zengyuan Pills, and the rest were used in other areas, leaving him with few spirit stones again.

However, now that he had entered the sixth level of Qi Refinement, his mana should be able to support him in refining ranked magic artifacts, right?

After all, when he was at the fifth level of Qi Refinement, he had tried refining ranked magic artifacts several times, but all failed in the end due to insufficient mana.

Ranked magic artifacts and non-ranked magic artifacts are completely different in the final step of spirit pattern inscription. They actually require the artifact refiner to inject a large amount of mana to completely fuse the spirit patterns with the embryo; otherwise, because of the powerful power of the ranked magic artifact, the spirit patterns would collapse and fall off after being activated a few times.

And as long as he could refine ranked magic artifacts, he would be an official artifact refiner, and the sect would acknowledge it, opening the earth fire room and artifact refining room to him separately, with additional free resources.

It seems he had to go to Master Sun's place again recently.

Just as Wang Yu was pondering this, a hissing sound came from outside the door, followed by a series of "p

His expression stirred, and he put away the pill in his hand and pushed open the room door after getting off the bed.

He saw that on the open ground outside the door, there were two small crocodiles, one green and one white, rolling together while hugging each other.

The green crocodile was slightly larger, about four feet long, with black spots on its body.

The white crocodile was snow-white all over, but only two and a half feet long, appearing slender and weak. It was being pressed under the green crocodile, struggling desperately, and emitting hissing sounds of help from its mouth.

The object of its plea for help was the yellow-robed man standing to the side.

The man looked to be thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, with a red long-eared rabbit lying on his shoulder, his face full of melancholy.

"Brother Zhou, you brought Little White again." Wang Yu looked at the two crocodiles entangled on the ground and could not help but smile slightly.

"Hey, hey, Wang Shidi, it is not called Little White; it is called Bai Guang. I have to bring it; ever since it lost to your Big Green last time, it has been depressed after going back, and it has been eating even less beast feed." Zhou Chu rolled his eyes when he heard this.

"Oh, Little White is not big, but its temper is quite big; it is worthy of being a mutant. However, eating little and growing slowly is because you have never signed a spirit contract with it. I don't know what you are thinking, Brother." Wang Yu glanced at the yellow-robed man and shook his head.

"You are standing there talking without back pain. Although Bai Guang is mutated, up to now, except for its skin being a bit whiter, where else is there any mutation? If you have to insist, it is three parts weaker than an ordinary Iron-Eating Crocodile.

I have already signed a spirit contract with one spirit beast, so in this situation, how could I dare to easily sign a spirit contract with Bai Guang?

Besides, I have spent hundreds of spirit stones on it back and forth. Now, I feel it is a pity to let it go, and keeping it requires spending even more spirit stones, but I dare not sign the spirit contract," Zhou Chu said with a bitter smile.

"Did you really not discover any other special features of Little White? Have you specifically asked someone to take a look?" Wang Yu lowered his head to look at the two small beasts and asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Of course I have. I even specifically found a Foundation Establishment Shishu, and he checked it inside and out with his divine sense, but he also did not discover anything," Zhou Chu said dejectedly.

"Oh, if even a Foundation Establishment great cultivator cannot check it out, then Little White might really be mutated in its skin color. You can only count it as your bad luck," Wang Yu nodded, looking as if he were unable to help.

Following this, he stepped forward two steps, leaned over, grabbed the necks of the two small beasts, and forcibly separated them.

The small green crocodile coiled its body and climbed onto Wang Yu's arm using its limbs, looking very comfortable.

Seeing this, the small white crocodile also emitted a happy hissing sound at Wang Yu, twisted its body, and also climbed onto his other arm, not to be outdone, shaking its head and wagging its tail to demonstrate against the green crocodile.

"This..." The yellow-robed man was completely speechless when he saw this.