Time flies swiftly. It has been two weeks since Ye Tian began refining pills.
"Congratulations, Young Master, the divine pill is complete!"
The fragrant aroma in the air invigorated Chen Jian.
As expected of a rare, top-grade pill, just the scent alone made his soul power flow more smoothly.
A weary smile appeared on Ye Tian's face.
"These past days, it was thanks to your help, Old Chen."
Wearing insulated gloves, he crouched by the ground fire and picked up the hot pill furnace.
"Therefore, no matter what, the first batch of Tianyuan Pills must be given to you, Old Chen."
"I cannot accept this." Although Chen Jian was moved, he hurriedly waved his hand in refusal. "The Tianyuan Pill is incredibly precious, and I am merely a support-type Soul Master, unable to contribute to combat power.
"Moreover, I'm already a Soul Douluo, the peak of support-types. Taking the Tianyuan Pill wouldn't allow me to advance any further."
Throughout history, the highest level attained by support-type Soul Masters was the Soul Douluo.
For him, this was the limit.
"I understand your thoughts, Old Chen." Ye Tian smiled gently and explained, "However, the fact that no support-type Soul Master has ever advanced to Title Douluo isn't because of the limits set by Heaven.
"Rather, it is due to the inherent difficulty for support-types to reach that threshold. Now, Old Chen, you are already at the pinnacle of support-types. If you strive a little harder, you might just become the first in ten thousand years."
Chen Jian's heart raced upon hearing this.
The first ever?
That would be a legacy for the ages!
Whether for ordinary people or Soul Masters, compared to the vast tide of history, life was but fleeting.
But to leave one's name in the annals of history was to be eternally remembered!
Chen Jian knew that every era had countless prodigies, but how many were truly recorded with reverence in the history books?
And right now, a chance was before him!
If he could advance to Title Douluo as a support-type, he would indeed be the first in ten thousand years!
His reputation would spread across every corner of the Douluo Continent, inspiring generations of support-type Soul Masters to reach their own summits!
"Enhancing your strength is akin to having a more capable aide under my command. No matter how you look at it, gifting this Tianyuan Pill to you isn't a loss."
Without waiting for Chen Jian to accept, Ye Tian reached out and opened the pill furnace, preparing to present the Tianyuan Pill to him.
As soon as the furnace was opened—
With a puff—
The golden soul power, carrying the unique fragrance of the Tianyuan Pill, dispersed into the air, tempting people to take a deep breath.
When the mist formed from the golden soul power faded away, four gleaming Tianyuan Pills emerged.
"What a good omen!" Ye Tian exclaimed in surprise.
A single furnace could produce up to five Tianyuan Pills.
Given his current abilities, successfully refining two out of five would already be a decent achievement.
Unexpectedly, the first furnace yielded four golden Tianyuan Pills.
Chen Jian gave a thumbs up in admiration. "It seems that your pill-refining skills are improving by the day, Young Master!"
With eyes glowing warmly at the Tianyuan Pills, he retrieved a small jade bottle from his storage space.
Placing one pill into the bottle, he said, "One is enough for me."
This was genuinely heartfelt; having even one was already a blessing.
Before aligning with Ye Tian, he was merely a wandering Soul Master.
His martial soul was considered as useless as Blue Silver Grass, with no sect willing to take him in.
The mere idea of top-grade pills like the Tianyuan Pill was beyond his wildest dreams.
Even if he had known about such a priceless divine pill,
There was no way he could afford it, not even if he saved up for ten thousand years without eating or drinking.
From the depths of his heart, Chen Jian was profoundly grateful to Ye Tian.
Ye Tian had given him not just a purpose in the latter part of his life, but also considerable authority. While not a ruler of thousands, he at least enjoyed a life of luxury and influence.
"Let's not drag this out. Consider the remaining pills as a reward for officiating my wedding."
"Thank you, Young Master."
Knowing he couldn't refuse, Chen Jian sighed softly, his expression grateful as he accepted.
Ye Tian laughed, "This pill isn't merely a gift; it's also meant to encourage you."
"Zhou Long is close to becoming a Super Douluo, and it's only a matter of time before Thirteen, with his talent, becomes a Title Douluo as well."
"Among the three pillars under my command, only your strength is stuck at a threshold."
"Being surpassed by Zhou Long is expected. But if you let a young one like Thirteen overtake you, that would be embarrassing, wouldn't it?"
Upon hearing this, all of Chen Jian's reservations vanished, and he boldly declared, "Though our achievements can't be compared decades from now, rest assured, Young Master, I will reach Title Douluo within ten years, well before Thirteen!"
Ye Tian nodded approvingly, "With your words, Old Chen, I no longer fear that my 'three pillars' will stray off course."
...
Inside a villa.
After two weeks of rest, Qian Renxue's shoulder was still not fully healed.
However, the other internal injuries were nearly gone, thanks to the medicines from Ye Tian and the meticulous care from Bibi Dong.
At the very least, she was able to abandon the wheelchair and move around lightly.
Sitting alone on the living room sofa, Qian Renxue sipped tea quietly.
She stared at the leather case on the table, lost in thought.
According to intelligence, her teacher Ning Fengzhi had received an imperial mandate from Emperor Xue Ye to come to the eastern sea to oversee matters and escort her back to the capital.
The thought of putting on that leather case again and returning to that dangerous place filled her with weariness.
She feared no hardships, only wishing to savor a bit longer the peaceful time in this villa.
To sleep soundly until dawn without plotting schemes.
To move freely without the constraints of formalities.
These were experiences she had rarely had in over a decade.
Moreover, now, there was also Bibi Dong...
"It truly is a gentle trap," Qian Renxue murmured to herself, resting her cheek in her hand.
"Shall we go bask in the sun today?"
As she was lost in thought, a melodious voice came from the stairs.
Bibi Dong, in a purple fitted dress, glanced over with her amethyst eyes.
"Mm." Qian Renxue nodded slightly.
Her tone was no longer as cold as before after spending time with Bibi Dong.
Qian Renxue gazed at her, "Are you and Nana going to the farm tonight?"
"Yes. Ning Fengzhi will arrive on the eastern shore within two days at most. We are old acquaintances," Bibi Dong replied calmly.
Naturally, she could not meet Ning Fengzhi.
After all, it would be absurd for the Pope and Xue Qinghe to be seen chatting together.
If such news spread, Qian Renxue's ten-year infiltration would be ruined.
Qian Renxue rose from the sofa and looked at Bibi Dong:
"Sister, you know I rarely ask you for anything, but today, I have a request."
"What is it?" Bibi Dong was a little surprised, both anxious and delighted. Little Xue had something to ask of her?
This was the first time!
(End of Chapter)
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