Chapter 623 - 632: Spirit Grade Intermediate Pill

"This is..."

Miaoxuan’s expression froze, and she shot backward.

Chuu Qi also frowned deeply, his eyes fixed on Wen Qingye in the sky.

The combatants battling high in the sky felt the astonishing temperature rising from below. They all ceased their attacks, their hearts trembling uncontrollably as they stared down at the Pill Furnace hovering in mid-air.

In that instant!

All eyes focused on Wen Qingye.

Wen Qingye abruptly retracted his hand. As if they had found their target, the all-encompassing flames instantly surged toward the black Pill Furnace.

RUMBLE!

The crimson dragon, like a mass of erupting magma, was searingly hot. The very air around it seemed to be incinerated, vibrating with a low hum.

The vibration shook them to their very core. The crimson light was reflected in everyone’s eyes, eclipsing all else.

Wen Qingye’s ink-black hair whipped about freely. The crimson dragon danced before him in seeming submission, obeying his every command as if it were an extension of his own body.

Under the scorching heat of the fiery dragon, the black Pill Furnace slowly began to glow a deep, crimson red.

Inside, the Medicinal Essences Wen Qingye had supposedly ’ruined’ were incinerated, transforming into translucent droplets that emanated a hazy, divine light.

"Condense!"

Wen Qingye’s expression was aloof and imperious. His lips parted slightly, his voice resonating with a trace of majestic authority.

As the fire dragon completed its Ninth Turn, the transparent droplets began to condense under the all-consuming flames, slowly coalescing into a single, round, black pill.

Sensing the pill’s completion, Wen Qingye thought to himself, ’Alright, it’s time to retrieve it.’

All of this took place inside the Pill Furnace, hidden from the spectators. The crowd only saw Wen Qingye take a single step, and the fire dragon instantly transformed into a crimson arc of light, shooting into his Qi Sea.

ROAR!

The crowd thought they heard the faint, almost imperceptible echo of a dragon’s roar. The next moment, the crimson fire dragon vanished, having completely entered Wen Qingye’s Qi Sea.

Yum Baobao’s mouth hung slightly open, her eyes glinting with a peculiar light. "Such a display... is he really just performing Alchemy?" she exclaimed. "It’s just too... too..."

Yum Baobao was at a complete loss for words.

THUD!

The black Pill Furnace landed with a heavy thud, and Wen Qingye’s body slowly descended along with it.

Everyone stared blankly ahead, seemingly unable to process what they had just witnessed. It had all happened too fast—the spiraling white currents, the massive vortex, the gigantic crimson fire dragon—and now, it was all gone.

Miaoxuan was stunned. "Can Alchemy really be this fantastical?" she said in shock. "Can it possess such terrifying power?"

Yann Xiangyang stared at Wen Qingye, his mouth agape. "Is that really Alchemy?" he said in disbelief.

Yann Chuxue took a deep breath, the knot of tension in her chest finally loosening.

Everyone stared at Wen Qingye in utter disbelief. His display of Alchemy was simply too shocking; its power far surpassed that of an ordinary Spirit-Grade Martial Arts technique.

They were all left awestruck by Wen Qingye.

Watching the Pill Furnace land, Miaoxuan wondered curiously to herself, ’There’s no Pill Fragrance, no auspicious phenomena... Just what kind of pill did Wen Qingye concoct?’

After landing on the ground, Wen Qingye flicked his sleeve, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked at Chuu Qi. "Uncle-Master Chuu Qi," he said, "I have completed the pill."

"Oh?" Chuu Qi’s gaze shifted to Wen Qingye’s Pill Furnace, his eyes glinting. "I have refined a Primordial Pill. Go on, open your furnace. Let everyone see what you’ve made."

Yann Chuxue, Yann Xiangyang, Yum Baobao, Jin the Third, Yue Mingzhu, Chuu Guang... Everyone present had their hearts in their throats, their eyes glued to Wen Qingye’s Pill Furnace without blinking.

Wen Qingye nodded and smiled. "Very well. I’ll open it now."

In that moment, time seemed to stand still.

He gently raised his hand, and the lid of the furnace slowly began to rise.

WHOOSH!

A black ray of light shot out, dazzling everyone. It was a perfectly round, lustrous pill.

With a pulling motion of his hand, the black pill flew into his palm. He then opened his hand for all to see and smiled. "This is the pill I have created."

Everyone stared, stunned, at the faintly glowing pill in Wen Qingye’s hand. But there were two types of stunned silence.

Mingkong stared coldly at the black pill. "What kind of pill is that? It looks just like an ordinary King Grade pill."

"Yeah, what is it?"

"It looks pretty average. It can’t just be a regular King Grade pill, can it?"

...

Clearly, Mingkong had voiced the thoughts of many in the crowd.

But in the next moment, Chuu Qi’s actions left them speechless with shock.

Chuu Qi stared at the pill in Wen Qingye’s hand with the utmost reverence. His voice trembled, taking on a pleading tone. "This... How did you refine this? Could you tell me? I’m willing to pay any price!"

Jin the Third froze.

Mingkong froze.

The man in black also widened his eyes.

Instantly, everyone turned to stare at Wen Qingye in shock.

If they couldn’t figure out what was happening by now, they’d have been living under a rock all these years.

Just what kind of pill had Wen Qingye created to make someone like Chuu Qi lose his composure so completely?

Wen Qingye replied calmly, "I can. Once the Scattered Pill event is over, I will give you the Pill Formula and the technique."

"Yes, yes, of course!" Chuu Qi responded, his voice filled with excitement.

At that moment, Miaoxuan stepped forward and stared intently at the pill in Wen Qingye’s hand. She suddenly gasped. "Could it be... the legendary Soul-Devouring Pill, said to be able to expel Gu Insects from the body? And a Supreme Grade one at that!"

"Supreme Grade? Another Supreme Grade pill?"

"A Supreme Grade Spirit Grade Intermediate Pill... Did Wen Qingye really refine that? Am I dreaming?"

...

In an instant, the entire plaza on Danxuan Peak erupted. Irrepressible gasps of astonishment echoed to the heavens.

"The Soul-Devouring Pill?" Upon hearing the name, Jin the Third was overjoyed. His body blurred into a golden streak.

Wen Qingye’s vision blurred, and his hand suddenly felt light. In the next instant, Jin the Third was standing before him, the Soul-Devouring Pill now in his own palm.

At that moment, everyone else finally snapped out of their stupor.