What am I doing...?
He's reached the Core Formation stage?!
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Chapter 432 Harvest T
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Chapter 434 Remembering the Pseudo-Elixir Fire (Third Update)
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A wisp of silver lightning crackled inside the alchemy furnace. The temperature in the entire room became extremely high. Lin Yao immediately withdrew the silver lightning, picked up the furnace, turned around, and went out to a simple, detached hut next to the villa's wall. Otherwise, Xiao Guli, who was to share a room with him, would definitely wake up from the heat.
"Yaoyao, I really don't know how this happened. Will we still be able to refine pills in the future?"
Xiao Cao's tone was hesitant; she was also confused about the situation.
The lightning bolt that struck from the advanced stage actually entered Lin Yao's body and even settled in the newly formed healing pill. That alone wouldn't have been so bad; one could consider it like taking in a homeless child. But this wisp of lightning actually "ate" the pseudo-pillar fire that Lin Yao had painstakingly nurtured to the incandescent realm within his body! Just now, when Lin Yao tried to cast the hand seal to summon the pseudo-pillar fire, this wisp of lightning was what appeared!
Strange things happen every year, but there seem to be more than usual today!
Xiao Cao felt her brain wasn't quite working properly. She had just escaped from the brink of death, and her entire "person" had been refined by Lin Yao as a medicinal ingredient, which had brought her great benefits. That was fine, but now that the pseudo-elixir fire had disappeared, what would happen to the pills that the "human core power" relied on? How would she refine other key pills?
"Sigh... I don't have any extra pseudo-Danhuo seeds for you. The seeds I gave you last time were the only ones I had saved, and I don't know how I'll get any more."
Xiaocao was a little conflicted. During Lin Yao's move, she kept nagging like a grandmother. She knew that if Lin Yao lost his alchemy ability, it would be equivalent to losing an extremely important ability, which was indispensable for fighting "Morning Mist". Moreover, pills had other important values and meanings for Lin Yao.
Lin Yao pretended to be calm, but he was quite nervous inside. He had just wanted to become the king of ants, but now he found that he was in danger of losing his ability to refine pills. So he unconsciously sped up the speed of moving the medicinal materials, but he forgot to use the energy of heaven and earth to help. He didn't even care about the speed of the grass. The two of them were so depressed, as if they were just passing the time, artificially prolonging the time for verifying the results. It seemed that they were both afraid to face reality.
Finally, Lin Yao slowly moved the mountain of medicinal herbs to a separate hut outside the building. Lin Yao had no choice but to start testing his alchemy skills, but he was extremely unsure of himself because the lightning bolt was too powerful. It had dug a pit five meters in diameter and more than ten meters deep, and even the soil had mysteriously disappeared, as if it had been vaporized. It was highly unlikely that he could use this lightning bolt to test his alchemy skills.
"Let's begin..."
Xiao Cao's voice rang out. There was a hint of helplessness in her tone; she was also quite melancholy.
"oh."
Lin Yao nodded, and somewhat sluggishly formed a hand seal. A ray of lightning leaped in the alchemy furnace, and the temperature of the entire hut instantly soared, as if a huge convex lens had gathered a lot of sunlight into the room. Even Lin Yao felt a bit hot.
"continue."
The little grass stretched out its tendrils, rolled up several medicinal herbs, and moved them to the side of the alchemy furnace, waiting for Lin Yao to cast the incantation for the fire-summoning ritual before throwing the herbs into the furnace.
With a soft hiss, the medicinal herbs vanished, completely incinerated without even a wisp of smoke, as if they had never existed in this world.
"Wait a moment."
The little grass wouldn't give up, constantly changing the medicinal herbs—one, two, ten, a hundred…
"Yaoyao, we're in trouble..."
With a sob in her voice, Xiaocao was heartbroken, unsure how to assess Lin Yao's enlightenment and advancement. Although she herself had gained immense benefits after surviving a near-death experience, and Lin Yao had successfully formed his core, the pseudo-core fire was gone, rendering him unable to refine pills. The gains and losses were truly difficult to weigh.
If we follow the ancient texts found online, or the settings seen in fantasy novels, by the time Lin Yao, this shoddy cultivator, naturally generates inner fire after reaching a certain level, it might be too late. This is because the Luo family's cultivation methods have absolutely no record of cultivation after the formation of the inner core; everything must be figured out by oneself. But the path of cultivation is not something to be taken lightly. One wrong move and you could end up killing yourself.
Lin Yao was speechless, not even having the strength to sigh, feeling utterly disappointed.
At this moment, I miss the alchemy of the past. Even the cheapest and simplest "Bigu Pill" was so wonderful. Now, there are only about three hundred "Bigu Pills" left in stock. The vast majority of them have been distributed to the Yi family members. Even the more than five thousand security guards last time each received one to save their lives.
Now... what should we do?
"Yaoyao, it's alright. Our medical skills have improved a lot. We can solve all diseases without elixirs."
Xiaocao suddenly felt she should try to persuade Lin Yao, but her tone was not firm and sounded more like she was feeling sorry for herself, which made Lin Yao feel even more upset.
Healing? Even if he and Xiaocao kept helping people, they couldn't help many. Seeing that his abilities and cultivation level had improved, the efficiency of nurturing the pseudo-elixir fire should have increased significantly, and its evolution should have been much more powerful. Refining pills would be a piece of cake.
Batch alchemy is more efficient than doing it alone, and it also has a ranged effect. Furthermore, important pills are crucial in dealing with "Morning Mist," ensuring the safety of Elder Yi Potian and the other Yi family members. But now… it's all gone…
Unable to sleep due to inner turmoil and melancholy, Lin Yao decided to leave the villa and wander the streets of Beijing. The city, which was beginning to brighten and was gradually becoming bustling, could not soothe the anguish in Lin Yao's heart.
Wandering aimlessly, Lin Yao had reached the western edge of the Third Ring Road. The dilapidated streets and simple bungalows revealed another side of the bustling city. A cry came from afar. The owner of the voice was obviously young, perhaps as young as Xiao Guli, but he was suppressing his sobs, which made Lin Yao's already bad mood even worse.
"Little grass, who's crying over there?"
Frowning, Lin Yao squeezed out a sentence, speaking it directly from his mouth without using his mind.
"Oh, over there are some disabled children being mistreated. One child has a high fever and can't go to work, so he's being beaten by the adults who are in charge of him. The other children are trembling nearby."
The little grass hadn't recovered from its dejected mood. Only when it heard Lin Yao's question did it extend its antennae to find out what was going on, and immediately answered Lin Yao.
"Disabled children? Unable to work? What do they do? Let's go see them."
A sudden surge of anger welled up in Lin Yao's heart; he vaguely sensed something was wrong and just wanted to vent it.
"They... oh, I see, those adults are the worst villains. They're the ones who, according to what I read online, specialize in buying orphans from human traffickers, or runaway children who are disobedient. They then maim them and force them to beg in the city. That's how they make money."