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Yao Lao's voice echoed within the ring: "Disciple, both of us share a deep grudge against the Spirit Hall. This is a hatred that cannot coexist under the same sky.
I will do everything in my power to train you, so that one day, you'll have the strength to exact your revenge."
"Master, don't worry. I will do my best," Xiao Yan responded firmly, a flame of unyielding determination for the Spirit Hall burning in his heart.
"Disciple, your path of cultivation will be filled with hardships and challenges, but as long as your faith is unwavering, you can overcome anything."
Yao Lao's voice sounded once more: "Remember, you are not alone. I will always be here to support you."
"Master, rest assured, I will not fail your expectations," Xiao Yan solemnly vowed.
Yao Lao nodded, satisfied with his response. "Good, now hurry and buy the herbs. Remember your promise—to diligently improve your cultivation."
Xiao Yan nodded firmly.
As Xiao Yan prepared to head to the market to purchase medicinal herbs, Shui Wuya quietly pondered future plans within the mysterious ring.
His gaze was profound, as if he could see through the cycles of time and discern the hidden intricacies of the Douluo world.
"The Spirit Hall..." Shui Wuya murmured softly, a determined glint in his eyes. "In a few years, they will arrive. I must be prepared in advance."
He realized that the experts from the Spirit Hall, particularly the Dou Zong powerhouses they would send, posed a significant threat, their battle prowess surpassing even that of Ultimate Douluo.
Shui Wuya had heard much about these formidable figures, but in his current formless state, he had to make thorough preparations to confront them.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yan weaved through the bustling marketplace, dressed as an elderly man, keeping a low profile to avoid unnecessary attention.
He was well aware that as an outcast of the Xiao Clan, revealing his identity would bring a host of unwanted troubles.
Xiao Yan had a clear goal: to buy herbs and, following the guidance of Yao Lao and Shui Wuya, refine the Foundation Spiritual Liquid, which would help him elevate his cultivation level.
This was his first step toward a higher realm.
In the busy marketplace, Xiao Yan's eyes scanned the dazzling array of goods, searching for the herbs he needed.
Though disguised as an old man, his excitement and anticipation were hard to conceal.
The market buzzed with activity, a lively atmosphere created by the mingling of countless voices.
Vendors called out to potential customers, loudly advertising their rare herbs, drawing in passersby for a closer look.
The stalls lining the streets were packed with all sorts of medicinal ingredients—roots, leaves, fruits, and flowers, each one shimmering with a tempting allure.
The air was thick with the unique fragrances of the herbs, a scent that was intoxicating.
Xiao Yan moved through the crowd, occasionally stopping to carefully examine the herbs displayed at the stalls.
He came across some strange and unusual herbs, sparking a sense of longing in his heart. These might very well be the key to advancing his cultivation.
Shui Wuya, watching silently from within the mysterious ring, observed Xiao Yan's actions in the marketplace. Seeing his excitement and eagerness, a trace of comfort appeared in his heart.
"This Xiao Yan is loyal and righteous, his character is commendable," Shui Wuya thought to himself.
There was no doubt Xiao Yan would achieve extraordinary things in the future.
After all, he was now his disciple.
Xiao Yan's inclusion became a valuable asset, one that might play a crucial role in the Eternal Life Sect's future.
In the bustling marketplace, disguised as an old man, Xiao Yan walked among the crowds, moving between stalls selling medicinal herbs.
He mentally counted the money in his pouch, a sum that Xun'er had lent him specifically for purchasing these herbs.
In the various corners of the market, stalls were filled with an array of herbs, each with its own fragrant aroma and vibrant colors.
Xiao Yan's eyes remained steady as he focused on selecting the herbs he needed, carefully inquiring about prices and then making his purchases with precision.
After a thorough round of selecting and purchasing, Xiao Yan finally gathered all the necessary ingredients.
A flicker of pride and joy crossed his eyes, knowing these herbs would be essential to his future cultivation path.
"Finally, I have them all!" Xiao Yan muttered to himself as he tucked the last herb into his pouch.
He carefully wrapped the herbs to avoid any damage, then set off on his journey back home.
Once home, Xiao Yan neatly placed the herbs aside and turned to Shui Wuya and Yao Lao, confusion evident on his face as he asked how to refine the Foundation Spiritual Liquid.
"Master, Yao Lao, how should I begin refining the medicine?" Although Xiao Yan had acquired the herbs, he was completely unfamiliar with the process of making the Foundation Spiritual Liquid.
Yao Lao chuckled at his question, "Disciple, this Foundation Spiritual Liquid is nothing more than a trifle for an eighth-grade alchemist like me. Normally, I'd have you refine it yourself, but since Senior Shui Wuya's revised formula has piqued my interest, I'll handle it this time."
He then turned to Shui Wuya and asked, "Senior, may I give it a try?"
Shui Wuya smiled faintly and responded calmly, "Feel free to proceed."
With that, Yao Lao accepted the herbs and began the process of refining the Foundation Spiritual Liquid.
Though he was an eighth-grade alchemist, Yao Lao proceeded with great care, as though he were a novice.
First, he arranged the herbs meticulously in front of him, handling each one delicately, as though they were treasures.
Then, following Shui Wuya's improved recipe, he added the herbs to the cauldron step by step.
Gentle flames rose slowly, and the herbs began to melt within the fire.
The flames inside the cauldron burned fiercely, yet Yao Lao remained calm and composed, his every move measured and steady as he added each herb with precision.
His eyes stayed locked on the changes inside the cauldron, his techniques smooth and exact.
With each step, he took great care to avoid even the slightest impurity from forming.
Shui Wuya watched quietly, a hint of approval in his gaze.
Though he didn't understand alchemy, he could sense the depth of each step by observing Yao Lao's actions and aura.
"As expected from an eighth-grade alchemist. Truly extraordinary," Shui Wuya thought to himself.
Inside the cauldron, the flames gradually softened, and the herbs began to blend into a liquid, releasing a rich medicinal fragrance into the air.
Yao Lao's movements grew increasingly fluid as he continually adjusted the heat, refining the liquid to an even purer state.
As time passed, the liquid in the cauldron became translucent and crystalline, exuding a mysterious luster.
The unique fragrance of the liquid filled the surrounding space, while Yao Lao's actions became more graceful, as though he was entirely immersed in the art of alchemy.
During the process of refining the Foundation Spiritual Liquid, Yao Lao realized that his previous formula indeed had many flaws. Shui Wuya's improvements had made the formula much purer and significantly enhanced its effectiveness.
This discovery left Yao Lao in even greater awe of Shui Wuya's mastery, deepening his respect for him.
(End of Chapter)