Chapter 198: Soul-Returning Pill

"Ding dang…"

Before entering seclusion to refine his treasure, He Pingsheng casually grabbed a handful of spirit stones and tossed them into the Treasure Basin.

When there was nothing else to strengthen, he would strengthen spirit stones.

Isn't it a waste to let the Treasure Basin's function go unused?

Of course, when the Treasure Basin strengthened items, he kept it inside his Hundred Treasures Bag.

Then he placed the Hundred Treasures Bag inside his Storage Bag.

This way, he could block any possible surveillance by powerful cultivators.

During his Qi Refining stage, placing one low-grade spirit stone into the Treasure Basin would yield two mid-grade spirit stones.

Now, with his cultivation base grown, the Treasure Basin's strengthening ability had also increased significantly.

Now, in one night, he could strengthen two spirit stones.

Turning two low-grade spirit stones into four mid-grade spirit stones.

Putting in many low-grade spirit stones at once didn't affect it—it would strengthen them gradually.

He Pingsheng sat cross-legged on the ground and first took out the golden 【Seven-Clasp Sharp Metal Armor】 to begin refining it.

Refining was simple—just use spiritual sense.

And now, with his Foundation Establishment cultivation, he refined it even faster.

Within about two months, he had broken through eight of the twelve seals on the Seven-Clasp Sharp Metal Armor.

Twelve seals total—he only refined eight.

He left the remaining four untouched.

Because his cultivation was too low; even if he broke all twelve seals, he still couldn't fully activate the armor's abilities. Eight was enough for him now.

Moreover, the later the seals, the harder they were to break. Eight in two months was already impressive—if he tried to break the last four, it might take him two years without success.

Not worth the effort.

After refining, he immediately put it on.

"Boom boom…" The next moment, his metallic spiritual power surged into the Seven-Clasp Sharp Metal Armor like rivers flowing into the sea.

On He Pingsheng's chest, the armor bore seven buttons.

Each button lighting up represented one charge, capable of resisting one attack from a cultivator of the same realm.

As metallic spiritual power continuously flowed into the armor, the buttons lit up one by one from top to bottom.

One!

Two!

Three!

Just as the third button lit up, his internal magic power was completely depleted.

Exhausted.

Of course, this referred to his metallic dantian.

"Damn…" He Pingsheng stared in shock: "Damn, this thing's a black hole?"

But the more it consumed, the stronger it proved to be.

Keep going…

He Pingsheng wasn't in a hurry. He sat cross-legged, calmly practicing his cultivation method, waiting until his metallic magic power was fully replenished before recharging the armor.

Fourth!

Fifth!

Sixth!

Three more buttons lit up.

Meditate again!

Recharge again!

Finally, all seven buttons glowed brightly.

They lined up from top to bottom, shimmering brilliantly.

The sight was blinding.

Once the buttons lit up, the armor looked crude and unrefined.

He Pingsheng took off the garment.

Once removed, the Seven-Clasp Sharp Metal Armor retained its charge—it didn't fade.

Whenever needed, he could instantly don it.

Continue refining!

Two more months later, the 【Fire Essence Blood-Reflecting Armor】 was also refined by He Pingsheng.

Again, he only broke through eight seals.

Eight seals were sufficient.

The Fire Essence Blood-Reflecting Armor couldn't be charged, but when worn, it looked incredibly stylish.

Far more elegant than that glittering metallic armor.

Hmm…

From now on, I'll wear this daily.

Another advantage of the Fire Essence Blood-Reflecting Armor: when inactive, it appeared as an ordinary Dao robe—no outsider could detect its rank.

Just as He Pingsheng prepared to refine the 【Golden Pattern Cloud-Treading Boots】, his array trembled.

Someone was visiting!

He Pingsheng stepped out of his small pavilion, deactivated the array, and opened the courtyard gate.

Two people stood at the entrance.

White Dragon Daoist and Hou Muxian Daoist.

"Hehehe…" White Dragon smiled warmly at He Pingsheng: "Brother He, long time no see! How have you been?"

He Pingsheng scratched his head: "Long time? It's been less than half a year!"

"Cough cough…" White Dragon Daoist cleared his throat, then pulled out a Hundred Treasures Bag: "Brother He, inside are five sets of materials for refining 【Spirit Gathering Pills】. I've come to beg for one batch!"

"Cough, cough, cough…" Bai Long Dao Ren cleared his throat twice, then pulled out a Hundred Treasures Bag: "Comrade He, inside are five sets of materials for refining the Soul-Condensing Pill. I've come to ask you for one batch of Soul-Condensing Pill!"

He Pingsheng took the bag, checked it, and confirmed the five sets of materials were correct.

He didn't bother to brew—he simply reached into his Storage Bag and pulled out a jade vial, handing it to White Dragon Daoist: "Here, this is one batch of mid-grade Spirit Gathering Pills. Take it."

He didn't refine any pills; instead, he reached into his storage bag and pulled out a jade vial, handing it to Bai Long Dao Ren: "This contains exactly one batch of mid-grade Soul-Condensing Pill. Take it."

White Dragon Daoist, who hadn't expected to receive mid-grade pills, was overjoyed.

"Thank you, Brother He. Hou Muxian has something important to discuss with you—I won't disturb further!"

"Thank you, Comrade He… Muxian has important matters to discuss with you. I won't keep you any longer!"

White Dragon vanished in a flash after receiving the pills.

"Brother He!" Hou Muxian bowed deeply to He Pingsheng, then said: "I, too, beg for a dose of pills from you!"

He Pingsheng replied: "No problem… where's your material?"

Hou Muxian hesitated slightly, then asked: "Brother He, my situation is different. May I come inside to discuss it?"

He pointed to He Pingsheng's small pavilion!

He Pingsheng smiled: "Of course. Please."

Hou Muxian's cultivation was high—Foundation Establishment ninth layer.

But He Pingsheng wasn't afraid of any tricks, so he invited him inside.

The two sat down, host and guest.

"The pill you wish to refine isn't Spirit Gathering Pills?" He Pingsheng asked.

"Yes!" Hou Muxian Daoist said: "Brother He… could you… possibly refine… Soul-Returning Pills?"

"What?" He Pingsheng froze, then sneered: "Brother Hou, I'm only Foundation Establishment. You want me to refine a third-grade pill?"

"What?" He Pingsheng first blinked in surprise, then sneered: "Comrade Muxian, I'm only at Foundation Establishment. You want me to refine a third-rank pill for you?"

Are you joking?

Soul-Returning Pills are third-grade pills.

They're recorded in the 【Golden Core Compendium】.

Like the second-grade 【Soul-Repairing Pills】, Soul-Returning Pills also heal spiritual sense damage.

But they're more advanced.

They can even partially repair spiritual sense injuries in Golden Core cultivators.

"Under normal circumstances, impossible," Hou Muxian sighed. "But I believe you, Brother He, can do it."

"Under normal circumstances, it's impossible!" Zi Xian took a deep breath and said: "But I believe Comrade He can produce it!"

Hou Muxian said: "If I'm not mistaken, Brother He, you've practiced Divine Method, haven't you?"

He Pingsheng nodded: "Correct. I've cultivated spiritual sense."

After fighting alongside Hou Muxian, it wasn't surprising he noticed—cultivators who trained spiritual sense stood out.

He Pingsheng admitted it openly.

After all, while Divine Method scriptures were rare, they weren't nonexistent.

Because although spiritual refinement techniques are rare in this world, they are not nonexistent.

Overall, many people will cultivate the Primordial Spirit.