After a long time, several Pill Formulas of different grades gradually formed in Zhao Li's mind.
Zhao Li came back to his senses, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. He let out a soft breath and muttered to himself:
"These Medicinal Ingredients can only be used to refine Seventh Grade High Grade Pills at most, which isn't very interesting. I wonder when that old man who sold me the Mysterious Iron Piece will come looking for me. If he comes during this time, I might not even have time to refine pills for him."
Shaking his head, since it was only Seventh Grade Pills, Zhao Li didn't plan to stay any longer and immediately headed home.
With Zhao Li's current level, watching others refine Seventh Grade Pills wouldn't give him any further inspiration, other than observing the Medicinal Ingredients to deduce the Pill Formula.
Zhao Li was confident that when it came to the refinement of Medicinal Ingredients alone, no one could surpass him.
...
For several days in a row, Zhao Li shuttled between the Pill Tower and his small courtyard.
Time flowed by as Zhao Li frantically absorbed knowledge. Five days later, Zhao Li passed by where Lan Luhu was refining pills again. The crowd there had increased by another twenty percent compared to the first day, almost gathering seventy percent of the Pill Tower's students.
Zhao Li looked at the Pills in the Medicine Cauldron that were about to solidify. They were indeed Seventh Grade High Grade.
Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, Zhao Li suddenly stopped and focused his attention on the elderly man refining the pills.
Just now, before the Pills took shape, the old man released his Soul Power and completely enveloped them.
After only a moment, when Zhao Li perceived the Pills again, they were like night and day compared to before.
From the Pills, Zhao Li sensed a familiar power, the power of Rules.
Zhao Li was somewhat surprised. If that Pill was still Seventh Grade just now, it had now steadily entered the ranks of Eighth Grade.
His heart stirred, and he had a guess:
"This is Spirit Imbuement?"
Besides Spirit Imbuement, Zhao Li didn't know of any other method that could have such an effect.
After another moment, Lan Luhu withdrew the Flame. The round Pills were exposed to the air. They didn't immediately try to leave the Medicine Cauldron like Seventh Grade Pills would. It was as if they knew that leaving the Medicine Cauldron would bring a calamity they couldn't resist.
At the same time, a Thunder Cloud rapidly condensed in the sky. Within the dense black clouds, Thunder with two different shades of light, one bright and one faint, flashed from time to time.
"A Pill that barely attracts Two-Colored Pill Lightning can be considered Eighth Grade Low Grade. So, the truly unique aspect of Eighth Grade Pills isn't the increasingly precious Medicinal Ingredients, but the 'Spirit Imbuement' step. Could it be that the distinction between Eighth Grade Pills is determined by the amount of 'Spirit' they contain?"
Looking at the light within the Thunder Cloud, Zhao Li was still frowning in contemplation.
Soon, the Thunder fell, and Zhao Li's gaze also fell upon that Pill.
Soon, a hint of shock appeared in Zhao Li's eyes.
The Pill was absorbing the Rule Dao Rhyme left behind by the Pill Lightning!
With this discovery, Zhao Li observed even more seriously.
He found that a special fluctuation emanated from around the Pill, forming a Field around itself. It was this Field that intercepted the Thunder Dao Rhyme and then gradually integrated it into the Pill.
Zhao Li subconsciously tried to imitate that special fluctuation, but no matter what, he just couldn't achieve that effect.
After a long time, the Thunder Cloud gradually dispersed.
Whoosh—
At this moment, a sound of something breaking through the air came. It was the Pill, which had been building up Momentum for a long time. It spun around and then transformed into a streak of light, flying into the distance.
Lan Luhu waved his hand and set up a layer of Space barrier, blocking the Pill. Then, he gently extended his palm, passing through layers of folded Space, and grabbed the Pill in his hand, a slight smile playing on the corner of his mouth.
Clearly, after the Pill was formed, he was in a good mood.
Lan Luhu put away the Pill, then looked at the crowd and said:
"This is the Pill Formula I've explored and created over the years. Do any of you have any insights? Let's exchange ideas."
As his words fell, a burst of noisy sounds erupted from the crowd. They each spoke their own thoughts.
In an instant, the scene went from silent to extremely lively.
Zhao Li didn't go up to join the excitement. His eyes were unfocused, as if looking towards an unknown place. He slowly turned and left.
Someone passed by him and felt as if they were pulled into another world for an instant, but they just dismissed it as an illusion.
Zhao Li entered a strange state. His perspective began to slowly rise.
He saw himself walking towards the courtyard seemingly slowly but actually quickly. He saw the intertwining thin threads around him. They were interwoven, with one end on his body and the other end leading to an unknown place.
He looked at those threads. A stream of light flashed through them from time to time, seemingly transmitting something.
He wanted to untangle these threads and follow the direction they extended. After a long time, a burst of orange-yellow light flashed, and then Zhao Li's consciousness gradually blurred...
Outside, Zhao Li stood still in the bustling street, but the people coming and going all automatically avoided him and then went about their business as usual, as if they hadn't noticed Zhao Li's difference.
After a long time, a hint of spirit appeared in Zhao Li's unfocused eyes, and then his eyes lit up brightly.
The corner of his mouth curved upwards. With a step, he disappeared into the crowd.
Inside the small courtyard, Zhao Li was in a cheerful mood and couldn't help but laugh.
In that short period just now, Zhao Li found that his understanding of Rules had directly advanced by a level.
Besides that, he also vaguely felt that his connection with the world seemed to have become easier.
Even now, Zhao Li still had a feeling of being in his element.
Filled with joy, Zhao Li reflected on the wondrous state he had just experienced, pondering in his heart:
What exactly was that state? And what was that orange-yellow ball of light?
Finding no answers, Zhao Li put it out of his mind and began to cultivate.
...
Early the next morning, a habit formed over twenty-plus years woke Zhao Li up early.
Ever since entering that strange state yesterday, his cultivation progress overnight had been 30% faster than before.
One must understand that ever since his cultivation technique reached mastery, his cultivation speed was already very fast. With this added boost, the Dou Qi that was already rushing rapidly through his meridians became even more vigorous.
An unexpected pleasant surprise. If things continue like this, the time it takes to reach the peak will be shorter and shorter.
Zhao Li took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement in his heart.
Immediately after, he headed to the Pill Tower again.
For several days straight, Zhao Li lived a life of two points: the Pill Tower and his courtyard.
The day before Zhao Li decided to start refining pills, the old man who had traded the Mysterious Iron Piece with him came looking for him.
Over the past few days, the old man had naturally been keeping an eye on Zhao Li and the Xuan Ming Sect, but it was as if nothing had happened between them; neither side made any moves.
He had observed for a long time, and finally unable to hold back, he quietly inquired and discovered that the Xuan Ming Sect's驻地 was empty, and even the people who usually resided there were gone.
He naturally wouldn't think that the Xuan Ming Sect would abandon their business in Holy Pill City without reason. Such behavior must have been out of necessity.
Filled with shock, he decided to find Zhao Li and complete the transaction.
However, Zhao Li was planning to refine his first Eighth Grade Pill the next day and naturally wouldn't proceed with the transaction just yet.
Even for a Ninth Grade Alchemy Grandmaster, refining a Seventh Grade High Grade Pill still required a significant amount of time. The complex procedures were something no one could omit.
After telling the old man about the matter for tomorrow, Zhao Li arranged another time with him.
Upon hearing this, the old man couldn't help but feel a sense that Zhao Li didn't want to fulfill his promise.
But thinking that even a behemoth like the Xuan Ming Sect had quietly left this place, possibly related to this young man, he still agreed.
After seeing the old man off, Zhao Li did not go to the Pill Tower's Library Pavilion but instead went directly to find Elder Han.
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