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Even as they walked out of the small courtyard, the Great Elder and Second Elder were still wiping the cold sweat off their foreheads. Both knew that after being stuck at the sa cultivation level for years, having a shot at breaking through was worth any price.

Watching the two elders leave, Mo Yang couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer.

Finally, he felt like he had let off so steam. The Qiankun Pill was indeed beneficial for cultivation, but the truth was that its ingredient requirents were far fewer than what he had listed—just seven ingredients in total.

As for the Yangchun Pill, the two extra ingredients he added were entirely unnecessary. Mo Yang had deliberately included them to stockpile more resources for himself. After all, the path of alchemy was long, and he would need plenty of herbs in the future.

Moreover, with his current level of alchemy, he could easily refine either the Qiankun Pill or the Yangchun Pill without any risk of failure.

The next few days passed quietly, with Mo Yang imrsing himself in the Xingzi Scroll in the stone tower. This ancient body movent technique could one day beco a life-saving skill, so the sooner he mastered it, the better.

As Mo Yang delved deeper into the technique, he beca increasingly astonished by its profundity. After just a few days of practice, he had already begun to grasp its basics. Running through the stone tower all night, he found that his speed was now twice as fast as when he used the Lingxu Step.

Five days later, the Great Elder and Second Elder arrived at the wooden peak under the cover of night. Even Mo Yang was surprised—they had actually managed to gather all the ingredients for both the Qiankun Pill and the Yangchun Pill.

When they handed over the materials to Mo Yang, both elders wore expressions of deep pain, as though handing over pieces of their own flesh. They had practically sold off everything they owned, stopping just short of pawning their underwear.

“Co back in three days to collect the pills,” Mo Yang said casually after inspecting the ingredients.

“Mo Yang, we’re counting on you!” The two elders reminded him repeatedly—four or five tis in total—before they reluctantly left the courtyard.

That night, Mo Yang ditated on the second level of the Star Emperor Tower for a brief mont before starting the alchemy process. In less than half an hour, both pills were successfully refined.

From one batch, he produced seven Yangchun Pills, and from another, he produced five Qiankun Pills. This far exceeded his expectations, and yet he had only used a fraction of the ingredients the elders had provided—barely one-tenth.

“Well, I’ll just give them two pills each when the ti cos... Ah, bla it on my inherently kind and gentle nature,” Mo Yang muttered to himself, shaking his head in mock regret.

After storing the pills carefully, Mo Yang returned to the first level of the Star Emperor Tower. There, he continued to study the ancient divine symbols etched into the walls. Over the past few days, he had managed to decipher one of the symbols and could now barely recreate it. When carried on his person, it could conceal his cultivation aura.

He rembered the Fourth Elder once telling him: “Never reveal all of your abilities. Always keep a few tricks up your sleeve.” Mo Yang fully agreed, and in his view, concealing his cultivation was one of the best strategies.

“This stone tower... what kind of material is it made of? It looks like ordinary stone but is incredibly tough,” Mo Yang wondered as he traced his fingers over the tower walls. Despite using all his strength, he couldn’t leave so much as a scratch.

The first level of the tower was eerily silent, as though it existed in a completely isolated space. The area was in disarray, littered with broken stones and the remnants of ancient, decayed corpses, which Mo Yang had slowly been clearing away.

After all, the thought of carrying so many corpses around inside his dantian made his skin crawl.

While cleaning, he had hoped to find so lost weapons or treasures among the remains, but the only things left were corroded weapon fragnts. He didn’t even find a single storage ring.

Before long, three days had passed, and the Great Elder and Second Elder arrived at the wooden peak early in the morning.

Mo Yang had already prepared the pills.

The two elders nervously took the white jade bottles he handed them and hurriedly opened the stoppers to check inside. Seeing two pills in each bottle, their faces lit up with joy. In an instant, all their pain and reluctance vanished.

“I did my best. Using all the ingredients, I could only refine this much,” Mo Yang sighed, feigning regret.

“Ha! I knew you were extraordinary, Mo Yang! Ever since you were a child, I’ve said you were destined for greatness, and you’ve proven right!” the Great Elder declared, his excitent evident.

Mo Yang was speechless. “Does this old man even know how to give complints? What kind of nonsense is that?”

The Second Elder quickly chid in, “Exactly! Mo Yang is the greatest talent our Lingxu Sect has seen in a century. Not only is he exceptionally gifted in cultivation, but he’s also a master of alchemy. I’ve always known he was destined for greatness!”

“Yes, yes! I’d wager that one day, Mo Yang will earn a place among the greatest figures on the Xuantian Continent!” The Great Elder brought the jade bottle to his nose, inhaling its scent over and over with a grin so wide it resembled a blooming chrysanthemum.

Watching the two elders lose themselves in joy, Mo Yang felt a surge of frustration. Back when he couldn’t cultivate, these very elders wouldn’t even spare him a second glance, as though looking at him would dirty their eyes.

Now, seeing their shaless flattery, Mo Yang couldn’t help but want to curse them out. “If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I’d never have believed how skilled these two are at sucking up.”

After much effort, Mo Yang finally managed to send the two elders on their way. But just as he thought he could relax, the Supre Elder arrived.

Mo Yang imdiately felt a headache coming on. Of all the elders, the Supre Elder was the most difficult to deal with.

“You brat, what’s with that expression? Not happy to see ?” the Supre Elder asked, glaring at Mo Yang the mont he stepped into the courtyard.

Before Mo Yang could respond, the elder’s expression shifted to one of surprise. “Hmm? What’s your current cultivation level? Why can’t I sense it at all?”

Previously, even when Mo Yang concealed his aura, the Supre Elder could easily detect it. But now, Mo Yang seed like an ordinary mortal with no cultivation whatsoever.

“Don’t tell ... your cultivation has regressed again?” The elder’s face darkened. Having witnessed Mo Yang’s struggles over the past ten years, he feared the worst.

Without warning, the Supre Elder beca a blur, moving to inspect Mo Yang directly.

But Mo Yang reacted quickly, retreating a few ters and skillfully dodging the elder’s probing hand.

“Impressive, brat. You’ve improved!” The Supre Elder’s surprise was fleeting. He imdiately lunged again, using the Lingxu Step to close the distance.

Yet, after dozens of attempts, the elder froze in shock. Mo Yang’s speed was slightly faster than his own, and every ti, Mo Yang managed to avoid him at impossible angles.

“What kind of movent technique is this?” the elder muttered. In the entire Lingxu Sect, no one—not even the sect master—was faster than him.

Mo Yang’s heart pounded. He had been using the Xingzi Scroll, and this sparring session confird its astonishing power.

“This brat must have encountered a true expert,” the elder concluded aloud, his suspicion deepening.

Mo Yang hesitated for a mont before nodding slowly, seeming reluctant to reveal the truth.

The Supre Elder pressed on. “Who is this expert? Where are they from?”

“He forbade from speaking about him,” Mo Yang replied. “He only said that he saw potential in and decided to help as a favor.”

The Supre Elder narrowed his eyes, deep in thought. Whatever doubts he still harbored, he chose not to voice them—for now.

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