Chapter 510

At the same time.

Wang Yu was in the Alchemy Tower’s main hall, opening a vial and pouring out a white pill, examining it closely under his gaze.

Though he appeared to be inspecting the pills in the vial, his mind silently repeated a name: “Xu Ting.”

“Xu Ting.”

This young woman, who had once participated in the “Dreaming Into Another World” experiment alongside him at the base, had been in the Type-Zero sleep pod right beside him—and was one of only three whose physical bodies had survived that experiment.

He only learned of this after successfully returning to Blue Star the first time; and before his latest transit back to the cultivation world, her body and that of another person had still been preserved intact in a secret room at the base, with no sign of their consciousness returning.

Though he did not know their current condition, the base had long since given up hope—otherwise he would not have become the sole “Pangu” of the “Opening Heaven Project.”

He had once overheard, through casual chatter among base researchers, that this young woman named “Xu Ting” held another special identity: she was the biological daughter of “General Xu.”

Of course, the base had also assembled numerous experts to study these two “missing personnel.”

The final conclusion was either that Xu Ting and the other’s consciousness had never entered the other world at all, and had been obliterated and shattered during the experiment’s accident.

Or that their consciousnesses, upon entering the other world and possessing local bodies, had remained in a perpetual sleep state, becoming some kind of irrecoverable “subconscious,” and thus could never actively return to Blue Star.

In either case, the likelihood of Xu Ting and the other’s consciousnesses returning to their Blue Star bodies was vanishingly small.

Wang Yu had long prepared himself for the possibility that he would never see this woman again—but now, in the Alchemy Tower’s main hall of Bishui Palace, he had seen a living “Xu Ting.”

Yes—not “Xu Ting’s consciousness,” but an entirely complete, separate Xu Ting.

Though he had only seen her a few times at the base and barely spoken to her, with his current spiritual sense and memory strength, the moment he laid eyes on this woman named “Murong Lan,” he was certain: her physique, her demeanor, everything matched the “Xu Ting” from the Blue Star base exactly.

While speaking with these people, Wang Yu’s expression remained calm, but inside, his heart was a storm of shock.

If this woman had successfully transited like him, she should have possessed the body of a native cultivator in this world, just as he had possessed Wang Tiezhu’s body.

But how could it be that she seemed to be Xu Ting herself?

What was going on?

Was this another “Xu Ting” native to the cultivation world, merely resembling her in appearance—or was this truly the original Xu Ting from Blue Star?

Wang Yu was momentarily stunned, but having faced many great storms, he managed to conceal any outward sign of disturbance.

The quiet whisper he had sent her earlier was merely an invitation to meet him on Jinghuo Peak in three days, to confirm her identity once more.

Bishui Palace housed countless Golden Core experts and even one Nascent Soul cultivator; without confirming whether she carried hidden dangers, he would never reveal his own identity.

After all, he had heard Chen Boshi mention multiple times that powerful cultivators from this world had once appeared on Blue Star’s future battlefields—meaning the great ones of this world likely already had some understanding of other worlds. Though the probability was low, he could not rule out the possibility that this woman was a “bait.”

Before his transit back to the cultivation world, the crisis experts of the Opening Heaven team had already anticipated and speculated on similar scenarios.

All he could do now was follow the experts’ pre-established protocols, confirming whether this “Murong Lan” was truly the Blue Star “Xu Ting,” without exposing his own Blue Star identity.

This process must be handled with extreme caution—otherwise, one misstep could turn him into the “big fish” lured in by the “bait.”

As Wang Yu thought of this, his heart tightened, yet his face showed no trace of disturbance. Instead, he set down the vial in his hand and asked the Daoist acolyte behind the counter:

“Young Daoist, I’d like to ask—this ‘Wen Yang Pill’ truly has great efficacy for fire-heat internal injuries and greatly nourishes the meridians?”

“Of course it does,” the acolyte replied proudly. “The Wen Yang Pill is Bishui Palace’s exclusive second-rank healing pill, personally refined by Master Wen. Not only does it cure mere internal injuries—it can rapidly restore even shattered meridians to perfect condition.”

“Excellent,” Wang Yu said with a smile, setting down the vial and pointing to two other vials on the counter. “Give me three bottles of this Wen Yang Pill. Also, five bottles each of ‘Bai Shuang Pill’ and ‘Bing Lie Pill.’ And bring me one bottle each of all the palace’s cultivation-enhancing pills—I want to test their effects.”

“Wen Yang Pill: five hundred contribution points per bottle, no spirit stones required.”

“Bai Shuang Pill and Bing Lie Pill: two hundred contribution points each, plus two thousand spirit stones.”

“For Foundation Establishment cultivators, the tower currently has only two cultivation-enhancing pills: ‘Bi Yuan Pill’ and ‘Chun Rong Pill.’”

“Bi Yuan Pill: three pills per bottle, each pill advances a Foundation Establishment cultivator’s cultivation by three months. Three hundred contribution points plus one thousand spirit stones per bottle.”

“Chun Rong Pill: five pills per bottle, each pill advances a Foundation Establishment cultivator’s cultivation by one month. One hundred contribution points and three hundred spirit stones per bottle.”

“No problem.”

Wang Yu immediately agreed, pulling out his identity token from his sleeve and placing several colorful high-grade spirit stones from his storage pouch onto the counter.

“Wait a moment—I’ll have someone fetch your pills right away,” the acolyte said, beaming.

…

Not long after, Wang Yu stepped out of the Alchemy Tower’s main hall, touching the token in his sleeve, and sighed.

Just exchanging pills had cost him a considerable sum of spirit stones, and the several thousand contribution points he’d just acquired were already spent.

Clearly, to maintain normal cultivation in Bishui Palace going forward, he would need to take on missions offering contribution points—or secure a True Disciple position, whose annual free contribution points and spirit stones would cover nearly half his expenses.

As Wang Yu thought of this, he shook his sleeve, and white flames curled over his body, transforming him once more into a white fireball that soared upward.

His destination this time was the nearby Scripture Library. Though each spiritual peak had its own Scripture Library, the collection at Yuheng Hall was unmatched in both quantity and variety across all of Bishui Palace.

He had come to first confirm whether a Bloodline Pill formula existed, and to browse for other needed pill formulas, secret techniques, or even miscellaneous texts.

After all, the more books and data the Taiyuan System collected, the more accurately and comprehensively it could simulate—and the greater its auxiliary power would become.

Soon after, the white fireball landed before a sprawling complex atop a nearby towering peak.

As the flames faded, Wang Yu revealed his form and strode toward the massive entrance at the front of the complex.