A weary voice followed.
"Just recovered my soul… and now this brat wants me working again.
Truly fate has cursed this old man with endless labor."
Xiao Yan smirked.
"Refining high-grade pills consumes soul power....and when you recover using the arts I gave you, your soul will grow stronger.
This will help you reach Dou Saint—and become a true 9th-grade alchemist."
Yao Lao's soul trembled.
Those words hit exactly where it mattered.
Xiao Yan continued gently, almost devilishly
"And don't you want to practice those advanced techniques from the Pharma Emperor Codex?"
Yao Lao snapped.
"Enough! Fine, fine—I'll refine!"
Chuckling, Xiao Yan took out his Heavy Xuan Ruler.
"Teacher, want to wear this while refining? Might help suppress your soul too.....perfect for building foundation!"
"Scram!"
A blast of white flame erupted—the mark of a true alchemist beginning work.
Moments later, the mountain quieted, broken only by the crisp sound of herbs being tempered.
Every few hours, waves of potent medicinal fragrance drifted across the peak, even making White Xue swallow unconsciously.
Nearby beasts who smelled it took two steps forward....then fled in terror sensing the White Tiger ruler guarding the area.
Three days later, Yao Lao's soul looked faint, his expression tired.
But before Xiao Yan lay neat rows of precious pills.
"Blood Lotus Pill, Spirit Dou Pill, Purple Heart Barrier-Breaking Pill, Imperial Extreme Pill, Sect-Breaking Pill…"
Over a dozen high-grade pills.
Xiao Yan picked them up casually.
"Rest three days....then we refine a seventh-grade pill: the Blood God Pill."
Yao Lao twitched violently.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yan grinned, pleased like a teacher watching a promising student.
Yao Lao wondered who the real teacher was…
Still, after days of cultivation, his soul did grow firmer.
Xiao Yan's claim was not empty.
Two days later....
BOOM!
A heavenly thunderbolt struck.
The first Blood God Pill was born.
Yao Lao barely rested before starting the second batch.
Under Xiao Yan's guidance, his mastery over the Pharma Emperor Codex deepened rapidly.
Day after day, thunder fell.
High on the mountain, the scene of a calm youth instructing a soul-body elder looked both ridiculous—and mystical, like some ancient cycle repeating itself.
White Xue watched from afar in awe.
A seven-star magical beast like her knew one thing.
Only seventh-grade pills and above summon heavenly thunder.
Her respect....and fear....for Xiao Yan grew.
"Such strength… and such alchemy.
We really must treat him as our true master."
She sighed. But peace didn't last long.
A few hours later, an overwhelming aura surged from the west.
White Xue's face froze.
Two streaks of light tore through the sky....each carrying a power not weaker than her.
"Not good…"
The siblings rose into the sky as the newcomers arrived...
A massive blood-winged wolf.
A huge bull with crimson eyes and a body like iron.
"Blood-Wing Sky Wolf… and Blood-Fiend Demon Bull."
White Xue narrowed her eyes.
"What are you two doing here?"
Both beasts were peak rulers of the mountain range.
Even together, the siblings once struggled to fight them.
Now, with White Han severely injured…
The Blood-Wing Sky Wolf grinned greedily.
"My underlings smelled pill fragrance for days.
And now I see....White Han, you're heavily injured!"
The wolf's eyes glowed with savage delight.
Upon hearing those words, the already gloomy expressions of the White Tiger siblings grew even heavier.
White Han's voice was low and cold, killing intent flashing in his tiger eyes.
"Even injured, it wouldn't be difficult for us siblings to kill the likes of you."
But the Blood-Winged Sky Wolf only let out a strange, greedy laugh.
"Jie jie… Now that your injury has spread through the entire Beast Mountain Range, do you really think others won't come to kill you? Many would love to take advantage of this."
Beside him, the towering Blood-Devouring Demon Bull revealed a vicious grin.
For years, the White Tiger siblings dominated the core of the mountain range because their combination strength overwhelmed even the joint forces of seven-rank magical beasts.
But now, with White Han—their strongest.....severely injured, their dominance was suddenly unstable.
If the beasts joined forces, killing the White Tigers wasn't impossible.
The Demon Bull stepped forward, eyes glowing blood-red with greed as he stared at the peak behind the siblings.
"Tiger King, I smell the scent of pills. There's a human alchemist on that cliff."
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