" Farewell Wei Jian…." Flash!
Huffing and puffing, Wei Jian wipes away his sweat. Sitting up he threw on his robes, walking out into the outer house yard. Using the [ Ghostly Supreme Sword ], Wei Jian swung his blade downwards, channeling his anger. 'What a fool!'
His Dao glides and cuts through the air, while the rain droplet falls onto him. Getting into the lower stance of [ Ghostly Supreme Sword ], leaping high into the air. His qi leaked out, enveloping his blade. Far away hidden behind a corner, Xiaoqing kept on staring in awe.
The serene and ferocious blade form in front of her stopped her dead in her tracks. She's never seen anyone other than the matriarch, who could be so intuned with their weapon. She was so focused on Wei Jian's movements, that she did not know, she was inching closer and closer to him.
Moving with instincts due to the inheritance, Wei Jian performed the stances of [ Ghostly Supreme Sword] like he had done it before. Spinning and leaping across the wet stone ground. Leaving ripples in the puddles and momentarily stopping the raindrops from hitting the ground. With the final step, Wei Jian came to a complete stop. His Dao in his hand-stretched west. In front of him stood Xiaoqing, drenched. Staring into each others' eyes, the time came to a standstill.
Peeking through the clouds, was the sun. Parting the cloud, and shining his rays onto them. Wei Jian's sorrowful eyes and his rivers of tears came to a stop. Sheathing his Dao he walks back to where he came entered from. Xiaoqing tried to speak up, but she could not say anything.
On the way back Wei Jian stopped by the outer house's material hall. There he purchased five blood grease, three demonic beast bone marrow, and one mugwort root. All ingredients that he needed to create the [ Foundation Stabilizer Pill ]. The pill was created by Long Wei, the supreme pill emperor. It stabilizes any practitioner's base realm, in doing so allowing them to grow strong risk-free.
That is if they consume it every seven years. Heading towards the pill hall between the inner and outer houses. There he could see busybodies, running about, trying to do their due diligence in the sect. About to say something, he was stopped and led towards a vacant spot. The person mistook him to be one of them.
In front of him was a small silver cauldron, in contrast to the other golden silver cauldrons. ' This will do.' Opening the lid, Wei Jian places into it the two blocks of blood grease. Placing the lid back on top, his right hand hovering over it. Using his qi, he carefully and slowly lets it out through his fingertips.
Reacting with the natural qi in the world, his qi turns pure gold with hints of white streaks. Using the [ Gold Dragon's Hellfire]. His qi twirls and multiples in size, engulfing his palm in dark gold flames. He fought the urge to fling his hand, due to it being on fire. For a first-timer controlling alchemy flame so calmly, it intrigued a fellow secretly watching on.
His flame, guided by him, surrounds the cauldron. After a while, the cauldron began to shake, the blood grease coating the inside as the temperature rose higher and higher. It was about time to use a small portion of the mugwort root. When it entered the cauldron, the pressure became wilder. Forcing Wei Jian to use more energy, getting him closer to becoming fatigued.
Inside the cauldron, the essence from the portion of the mugwort root accumulated. The final step, was for him to chuck in the rest of the ingredients while avoiding an alchemy explosion. The fellow became bewildered as to why the outer disciple would do such a thing. For it is commonly known to any alchemist to refine small portions at a time. Yet, Wei Jian had used all of the ingredients in quick succession.
The fellow was about to stop the outer disciple, for he did not want to put the pill hall and his apprentices in danger. For the pressure inside the cauldron was dangerously reaching the point where an alchemy explosion would occur.
He was about to stand up to intervene, but then suddenly the actions of Wei Jian put a stop to him. He had suddenly tilted the lid of the cauldron so that it would allow the minimal amount of the confined pressure to escape. It truly amazed, the fellow. For it was a technique only taught to intermediate disciples of the pill hall.
Before he was only intrigued, now he wanted the outer disciple for himself. For such a genius of this caliber, he would do anything to get him. Getting up, he heads down, getting ready to confront the outer disciple.
Now that the ingredient's essences have all materialized, all he needed to do now was to pour it out and form a pill. As easy as it sounds, the truth was that this was the most crucial part of pill creation. He has to pour out the liquid essence so that it would not form air pockets. For that will downgrade the grade of the pill. If it's littered with air pockets, then the effects of the pill will be utterly useless.
Wei Jian carefully poured the essences into a small bowl he was provided. Gently he molded the hardened essence in his palm into multiple small pills. He admires his work, the small pills' surfaces were rough and uneven. Due to this being his first rodeo in this kind of work, of course, it was not in the higher upper levels of grade.
Clap! Clap ! Clap!
" Splendid work! Truly splendid! Though it is not a passing grade, it truly was a sight to behold!" the fellow greeting Wei Jian.
TBC...