Chapter 64: Chapter 64: A Pure Water
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The next day, Xian’er went into seclusion.
She was preparing to break through to Dou Wang.
With nothing else to do, Wei Yang found himself idle.
He had to guard Xian’er outside, so he didn’t dare to distract himself with other tasks, such as refining pills.
After all, even though he was already a peak Tier 4 alchemist, and his soul power had reached Mortal Realm Late Stage, attempting to refine a Tier 5 pill still required thorough preparation and complete focus.
Over the past six months, he had visited the Mitell Auction House twice.
Once three months ago, and again right before Xian’er’s seclusion.
Each ti he went, he would bring so Tier 3 or Tier 4 pills, then bring back the dicinal ingredients the Mitell Clan had collected.
As for the Xiao Clan, Wei Yang hadn’t even gone to handle the last batch of Tier 2 pills he traded with them.
And he probably wouldn’t continue working with them in the future.
Handing first and Tier 2 pills to the Xiao Clan didn’t matter—just a casual deal since they weren’t worth much anyway.
But Tier 3 and above pills were different. If he wanted to maximize his profits, it was better to sell them through the Mitell Auction House.
At present, Wei Yang had a sufficient stock of Tier 3 and Tier 4 dicinal ingredients, including Magic Cores.
He even had a decent inventory of Tier 5 dicinal ingredients.
Adding in the dozens of dicinal herbs he excavated from his cliff cave encounter, plus what he acquired from Gu Te’s Treasure Vault...
In short, he wasn’t lacking in rare Tier 4 herbs or even so Tier 5 ingredients.
However, since he wasn’t confident before, he hadn’t dared to casually attempt refining a Tier 5 pill.
If it were just him alone, he might have been unable to resist giving it a try.
Even if he failed a few tis, so what? No big deal—he could just treat it as practice.
Unfortunately... he had a little housekeeper watching over him.
All the precious dicinal ingredients were in her hands.
Without her approval, even if he wanted to refine pills, he was like a clever woman unable to cook without rice.
Xian’er was also an alchemist, and she had already reached peak Tier 3 alchemist.
She understood that alchemy involved failure.
However, when it ca to wasting high-tier dicinal ingredients just for practice, she absolutely refused to allow such extravagance.
Unless... Wei Yang had over 50% confidence in success.
No?
Then she’d throw a cold stare at him, and Wei Yang would imdiately surrender.
He had even tried sweet-talking her once.
Unfortunately, the little girl was way too sharp in this regard—she wasn’t fooled at all.
Instead, after enduring Xian’er’s coquettish persuasion, Wei Yang sohow ended up handing over all the rare herbs he got from the cliff cave straight into her hands.
Talk about digging his own grave!
So, what could he do?
Life was tough. Even now, he was still struggling financially.
Outside, he was a peak Tier 4 alchemist, basking in glory.
Every ti he went to the auction house, that seductress Ya Fei nearly threw herself onto him, looking like she wanted to devour him whole.
That Master Gu Ni also acted like a devoted lackey, serving tea, pouring water, busying himself all around, treating him with the utmost respect.
But the mont he returned ho... he was just a pathetic nobody.
The financial power wasn’t even in his hands!
Sotis, Wei Yang couldn’t help but sigh.
As the little girl grew older, she was no longer that adorable, obedient sweetheart who listened to everything he said.
Instead... he had brought ho a little ancestor!
To think that even after coming to the Dou Qi Continent, he still couldn’t escape the fate of being controlled by his girlfriend.
Sobs...
But... why did he actually enjoy it?
What a masochist!
Speaking of which, those legendary figures who not only built massive harems, indulging their desires freely, but also managed to make all their won live in harmony, treating each other like sisters without jealousy or sches—how did they even accomplish that?
Obedient, submissive, devoted—whatever they said was law, and their won followed without question. Truly, those guys were gods among n!
Wei Yang could only offer his utmost admiration.
His respect for such figures surged like the endless waves of a mighty river, flowing ceaselessly—
Like a volcanic eruption, once ignited, impossible to contain...
However, reality was still reality.
Where could one find such good fortune?
Not even mind-control drugs could achieve that level of devotion.
They were won, not puppets.
Luckily, Wei Yang was easily satisfied. He had never entertained thoughts of building a massive harem, so he didn’t have to face such an impossible dilemma.
"I am... a pickled fish, sour, weak, and utterly unnecessary~
I am... a braised chicken, yellow, depressed, and completely useless~"
Lazily sprawled on a rock outside his cave dwelling, Wei Yang lay on his back, hands resting under his head, basking in the warm sunlight while humming a little tune.
Threads of faint golden light, nearly imperceptible to the naked eye, drifted into his body, rging with his strength.
As the Yang attribute energy entered his body, he felt a deep, soothing warmth spreading through him.
It was as if he were soaking in a hot spring, filling him with an overwhelming sense of comfort and relaxation.
Yang attribute energy and Fire attribute energy might seem similar, but they were fundantally different.
Yang attribute energy felt bright, peaceful, and warm.
It was neither scorching nor chilling. Instead, it carried a balanced warmth infused with boundless vitality.
Fire attribute energy, on the other hand, possessed warmth but also an intense, violent, and destructive force.
Of course, all energies had both good and bad aspects.
Yang energy, while appearing peaceful and life-giving, could also beco a force of destruction if it ran wild.
Likewise, could Water energy or Wood energy not kill?
Of course, they could.
Power was always a double-edged sword—capable of both saving and taking lives.
It all depended on how it was wielded.
Fire, despite its violent nature, was also the key to alchemy.
The twenty-three kinds of Heavenly Flas—weren’t they the very definition of wild power?
Yet, take the Fifth-ranked "Life Spirit Fla"—a fire infused with life energy, capable of accelerating the growth of dicinal herbs, bringing them to maturity in record ti.
It was a fla that every alchemist dread of obtaining.
Or consider the Ninth-ranked "Three Thousand Burning Flas
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