Chapter 238: He Has His Own Methods

The journey was silent, and they soon returned to Baiyun Guan. The early summer sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves of ancient trees, casting mottled light and shadows on the bluestone path. The temple was tranquil, with only the occasional sound of chanting revealing the vitality within.

Luo Daming was in the courtyard pruning an old plum tree. Seeing Lin Xuan return, he immediately put down his shears and went to greet him.

"You're back?" Luo Daming looked Lin Xuan up and down. Seeing that he was safe and sound, the heart he had been holding finally settled. However, when he noticed the faint, strange aura on Lin Xuan, a flash of surprise crossed his eyes.

Lin Xuan bowed to his master: "Master, please do not disturb me for this period of time. I am going into seclusion to refine pills."

"Refine pills?" Luo Daming was stunned, then reacted, "Do you need a furnace? There are a few excellent ancient furnaces stored in the temple. Although they haven't been used for a long time, they are well-maintained."

"No need," Lin Xuan smiled calmly, "I have my own methods."

Luo Daming was somewhat puzzled: "Then how will you refine them?" As the master of a temple, he was knowledgeable and experienced, yet he could not imagine how to refine pills without a furnace.

Lin Xuan did not offer much explanation and returned to his meditation room with Xiao Qing and Xiao Bai. After closing the door, he took out a specially made cushion and sat cross-legged. He took out the medicinal herbs from his Cunwudai one by one and arranged them in a specific order.

He condensed True Qi in his palms, and wisps of Qi possessing the properties of Three Lights Divine Water circulated in his hands. This power was exceptionally pure yet contained astonishing energy. Under the influence of this power, those precious medicinal herbs began to melt slowly, transforming into the purest medicinal essence.

Meanwhile, at the Company headquarters, Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao had just finished handing over their mission. Inside the office, Xu Si carefully reviewed the report they submitted, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

"Just this?" He pointed to the seemingly ordinary items in the photos, "The collection is just an old camera and a few diaries?"

"That's how it looks on the surface," Zhang Chulan shrugged, "But since even Chairman Zhao values it so much, these things definitely aren't simple. Perhaps they hide some earth-shattering secret."

Xu Si pondered for a moment and nodded: "You did well on this mission. However..." He took out another document, his expression turning serious, "Zhang Chulan, your studies cannot continue like this. You have failed multiple subjects this semester, and your record of absences is shocking."

Zhang Chulan immediately wilted: "This..." He wanted to defend himself, but under Xu Si's stern gaze, all his words were swallowed back.

"And Baobao," Xu Si turned to the girl who was focused on munching snacks, "You also need to attend make-up classes. We won't be assigning you new missions for the time being; we're giving you time to study properly. This is the Company's decision, and it is not open for negotiation."

"Huh?" Feng Baobao stopped eating her snacks, looking blank, "Study?"

"Yes," Xu Si said firmly, "You are both still young; your basic education cannot be neglected. This concerns not only personal development but is also the Company's responsibility to the younger generation."

Just like that, the two were forcibly returned to their status as students. When walking out of the Company building, Zhang Chulan was still depressed: "It's truly ironic; we're doing the important work of saving the world, yet we have to worry about failing classes..."

Inside a luxury villa in the suburbs, Qu Tong was sitting on a leather sofa in the study, her brows tightly locked. The communicator on the table had attempted to contact the clone of Chai Yan for the tenth time, yet still received no response.

"It seems things look grim," she whispered to herself, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes, "He must have been discovered by that guy." She pondered for a moment, "It seems I can only temporarily cancel the operation and reformulate the plan."

Just then, a knock on the door sounded. Ma Xianhong pushed the door open and entered, his face filled with a mix of anticipation and trepidation: "Sister, the Core of the Cultivation Furnace..."

"You want to build another one?" Qu Tong looked at this younger brother who was entirely devoted to mechanical creations, her tone carrying a hint of helplessness, "Now is not the time; wait a little longer."

A flash of disappointment crossed Ma Xianhong's face, but he still nodded. Seeing his dejected look, Qu Tong's heart softened. She closed her eyes and began to condense her own Qi. A perfect sphere formed in her palm, which was then wrapped in specially made metal.

"Take it," she handed the sphere to Ma Xianhong, "Use it well. But remember, some things cannot be rushed."

Ma Xianhong took the sphere, his eyes lighting up: "Great! Thank you, Sister!" After saying this, he couldn't wait to return to his workshop to continue studying the blueprints for the Cultivation Furnace.

Watching Ma Xianhong's departing back, Qu Tong's expression became complex.

Night fell, and Baiyun Guan was silent. In Lin Xuan's meditation room, a strange medicinal fragrance quietly permeated the air. Five-colored halos spilled out from the door cracks, appearing particularly striking in the darkness.

Xiao Qing and Xiao Bai stood guard outside the door, watching those brilliant lights with eyes full of wonder. They could feel a powerful and profound force brewing inside the room.

"Benefactor is truly amazing," Xiao Qing whispered, "To be able to refine pills without a furnace. Even those legendary Alchemists probably couldn't achieve such a feat."

Xiao Bai nodded slightly: "This must be the mystery of Qi Luck Power. In Benefactor's hands, everything becomes extraordinary. Perhaps this is the uniqueness of a person of destiny."

Inside the meditation room, Lin Xuan was fully focused on controlling the Qi in his palms. As time passed, those precious medicinal herbs gradually transformed into the purest pill liquid. The power of the Three Lights Divine Water perfectly matched his inner elixir, making the results of this refinement far exceed expectations.

Every medicinal herb was under his control, emitting the purest medicinal power. These Heaven and Earth Treasures from the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Valley already contained astonishing Spirit Qi. Now, under his special refining technique, they exerted effects beyond the ordinary.

Morning light spilled onto the ancient buildings of Baiyun Guan, dyeing the mottled bluestone with a layer of gold. For a week, strange medicinal fragrances had continuously drifted from Lin Xuan's meditation room, sometimes as clear as orchids, sometimes as rich as sandalwood, leading the disciples in the temple to speculate endlessly.

"Another new scent," a young Daoist took a deep breath, "This is already the seventh different medicinal fragrance today."

"What exactly is Senior Brother Lin doing in his room?" another Daoist asked in a low voice, "Refining pills shouldn't look like this, right?"

"Who knows," an older Daoist beside him shook his head, "Ever since Junior Brother Lin arrived at the temple, nothing has followed conventional rules."

Discussions spread quietly through the temple, but everyone kept a proper distance, not daring to approach that mysterious meditation room rashly. The last time a young Daoist who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth tried to peek, he was sent flying by a wisp of Qi overflowing from the door and was still lying in bed recovering from his injuries.

This morning, a sudden change occurred.

The originally clear sky suddenly changed, and dark clouds gathered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even more bizarrely, these clouds presented a rare seven-colored luster, as if a giant precious mirror were hanging in the sky.