[Gradually, you discovered that the elixirs you concocted didn't actually carry bad luck; the real misfortune was you. Wherever you were, those around you would become unlucky.]
[So you stayed in the Descending Sect with peace of mind, hoping to bring your bad luck upon them.]
[In the fourth year, you continued your daily Body Refinement practices and began to concoct Soul Condensing Pills.]
[That year, two more elders from the Descending Sect died.]
[In the fifth year, with sufficient flesh essence and by emulating the body refinement methods of the Witch Clan, your Body Refinement Cultivation Level successfully broke through to the third layer of the Origin Martial Realm.]
[That year, a protector of the Descending Sect died.]
[In the sixth year, you continued to concoct Soul Condensing Pills. In a year, you produced hundreds of furnaces worth, yielding nearly three hundred pills. You felt your skills improving.]
