"Petting his wife was successful! Congratulations, Host, you have received a random reward: Heavenly Demonic Sacred Body +1!"
'Another Sacred Body!'
Qing Chen first confirmed the ranking of this Heavenly Demonic Sacred Body among the Three Thousand Physiques. It was significantly higher than the Ten Thousand Swords Sacred Body's seventeenth place, sitting at eleventh, just one step away from the top ten Supreme Saint Bodies.
Afterward, Qing Chen checked the effects of this Heavenly Demonic Sacred Body. In addition to improving Cultivation, Physique, and bones, the Heavenly Demonic Sacred Body would continuously strengthen as the Awakener grew stronger, transforming into an external Dao Body with unlimited size increase.
'External Dao Body! Strength and size increase without limit!'
This point was quite appealing to Qing Chen.
With two great Sacred Bodies in one, Qing Chen couldn't help but fantasize about what it would be like to gather all Three Thousand Physiques in one body someday.
Closing the System panel, he glanced at Han Qingyue. She was currently surrounded by chilling Qi, her aura keeping people a thousand miles away, diligently Cultivating the Ice Heaven Mystic Skill.
If one got a little closer, a thin layer of frost would appear, and the cold would be bone-chilling!
Seeing this, Qing Chen thought that since he was idle anyway, he might as well take this opportunity to refine all the medicinal ingredients in this Alchemy room into Medicinal Pills for Han Qingyue's Cultivation, and at the same time, earn a larger reward for petting his wife.
He acted immediately!
The medicine cabinets opened all at once, and a large number of herbs flowed like streams towards the Pill Furnace.
If Du Yuan, the Qingcheng Sect's chief Alchemist, had been present, he would surely have been dumbfounded. After all, in his understanding, simultaneously refining two different Medicinal Pills was unheard of, a fantasy.
Not to mention, Qing Chen was currently refining seven or eight kinds of Medicinal Pills at the same time.
If the Pill Furnace's capacity hadn't been limited, Qing Chen wouldn't have minded refining more than a dozen Medicinal Pills simultaneously.
For Qing Chen, combining his Comprehension Ability with that of a Ninth-grade Supreme Alchemist made such a task effortless.
But what he didn't know was that once this matter became known to the Alchemist Alliance, it would cause a tremendous conceptual shock to those Alchemists who were still Cultivating in traditional ways, making them doubt their lives.
In their understanding, Medicinal Pills should be refined one by one. Forget about simultaneously refining two or even more types of Medicinal Pills; even refining a single Medicinal Pill, if there was a slight mistake, could lightly ruin the Pill or heavily cause the Cauldron to explode!
Qing Chen didn't care about any of that; Medicinal Pills were continuously being mass-produced…
Late at night.
When Han Qingyue had Cultivated the Ice Heaven Mystic Skill to the second layer and felt a Bottleneck, she decided to pause for a while and rest.
Withdrawing her spiritual power into her Dantian and calming her turbulent Dantian sea, Han Qingyue exhaled a long breath, then slowly opened her eyes.
She didn't know until she opened them, and when she did, she was startled.
Han Qingyue actually saw a sky full of stars, right before her eyes!
She rubbed her eyes and looked again, only to realize that they weren't stars at all, but rather floating Medicinal Pills, one after another.
There were so many Medicinal Pills that Han Qingyue couldn't count them precisely, but a rough estimate put them at least in the thousands, with the lowest grade being third-grade, and not a few sixth-grade ones present.
And without exception, all of them had flame-colored Pill lines surging.
"Madam, are you done Cultivating? I just finished refining the last batch of Medicinal Pills."
Hearing this, Han Qingyue turned her gaze and saw various multicolored Medicinal Pills flying out of the Cauldron, merging with the sea of Medicinal Pills.
Confirming that several different Medicinal Pills flew out of the Pill Furnace together, Han Qingyue had never heard of or witnessed someone being able to refine multiple Medicinal Pills at once.
She thought, 'Does being strong enough allow one to do such a thing?'
Not understanding Alchemy well, she did not comment rashly.
She responded, "I have Cultivated the Ice Heaven Mystic Skill that my husband gave me to the second layer. I'm a bit tired and want to take a breather, and also think carefully about how to Breakthrough the Bottleneck to the third layer."
"The future is long, Madam, there's no need to rush. Blindly pursuing speed can easily lead to Qi Deviation," Qing Chen took out a Storage Pouch and absorbed all the thousands of Medicinal Pills he had just personally refined into it.
Then he walked to Han Qingyue, took her hand, and placed the Storage Pouch in her palm. "Madam, take these Medicinal Pills and use them. When you run out, your husband will refine more for you."
"Thank you, husband!" Han Qingyue's excitement was fully written on her face.
She did not refuse Qing Chen's kindness. She knew very well that to fulfill her previous promise to Qing Chen to become stronger, Medicinal Pills were indispensable.
After Han Qingyue put the Storage Pouch into her spatial ring, she said again, "Husband, I want to find a place to test the Aoshi Nine Lotus Skill and the Ice Heaven Mystic Skill."
"That's simple," Qing Chen readily agreed.
On the way out of the Alchemy room, he mentally manipulated and opened the System panel that only he could see, deciding to claim the rewards he had worked hard for several hours.
"Petting his wife was successful! Congratulations, Host, you have received a random reward: Three Thousand Physiques Ten Consecutive Draws opportunity +1!"
'Three Thousand Physiques Ten Consecutive Draws?!'
Qing Chen always felt that the System had heard his inner thoughts just now; whatever he wished for, he received.
However, if he really could get whatever he wished for, Qing Chen hoped for an Emperor Cultivation experience package.
"…" The System was silent.
When Qing Chen decided to use the Three Thousand Physiques Ten Consecutive Draws opportunity, he caught a glimpse of Du Yuan the Alchemist and Liu Wu the Sect Master, who had been guarding the door and hadn't left for half a step.
Qing Chen politely declined Liu Wu's suggestion that it was late and they could stay overnight.
He planned to find a place to test Han Qingyue's strength.
Hearing this, Liu Wu naturally did not insist and only followed Qing Chen's lead.
Together with Du Yuan, they cupped their hands and bowed their heads, their voices firm and resonant, "Respectfully seeing off Master!"
Only after Qing Chen and Han Qingyue flew far away on their swords did the two of them lower their hands and raise their heads as if relieved of a heavy burden.
Not long after, Liu Wu and Du Yuan arrived at the Alchemy room.
They were almost dumbfounded by the scene before them.
"All… all gone?" Du Yuan wasn't distressed about the medicinal ingredients, but after inspecting the Pill Furnace, he found no residue at all.
He said in disbelief, "There's no residue left. In such a short time, Great Master Qing actually refined all the medicinal ingredients in this Alchemy room into Medicinal Pills!"
"What grade does this correspond to in the Alchemist world?" Liu Wu couldn't do Alchemy and knew very little about it, so his question was direct.
He always felt that Qing Chen's Alchemy skill, judging from his previous effortless refining process and the current scene, was definitely not as simple as sixth-grade.
"Before, I wasn't too sure, but now, I am very certain that the reason Great Master Qing refined sixth-grade Medicinal Pills was because the medicinal ingredients in this Pill room could only be refined into sixth-grade, not because his skill stopped there."
Du Yuan's words further confirmed Liu Wu's thoughts.
"In Alchemist Du's opinion, what grade of Alchemist is my Master most likely?" Liu Wu was still very curious about this answer.
"Ninth-grade Supreme," Du Yuan said with a firm expression, completely serious, never having been so certain about anything as he was at this moment.