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Chapter 340: Refining the Soul-Yunning Pill

"The Tianhai Nation is so courageous that they're actually deploying their military might throughout the world. Putting aside whether they have enough resources for cultivation, aren't they afraid of a rebellion from the common people?"

This was the first thought that came to Zhong Lin's mind. You know, in the Xuangui Continent, those aristocratic families, sects, and the imperial court are eager to take all the methods of cultivation into their own hands, and do not give the lower-level people any chance at all.

If Zhong Lin himself had not made countless calculations and plans, he would not have been able to obtain the blood coagulation technique and break the shackles.

At the same time, Zhong Lin was secretly on guard. With such military power deployed throughout the world, there must be many hidden talents in the court of Tianhai Kingdom.

The patrolling soldiers are all warriors in the late third grade of the acquired realm, so there will definitely be a lot of warriors in the innate, spiritual, extraordinary, and Xuandan realms, and even Yin-Yang realm warriors who have surpassed Xuandan.

If the court of Tianhai Kingdom were to be separated into an independent sect, it would definitely be a super large sect.

"Keep a low profile. Don't act as recklessly as you did on Crescent Moon Island. Otherwise, an old monster might pop out of nowhere and slap you to death."

Zhong Lin subconsciously activated the Concealing Spirit Technique, restraining his aura and making himself appear ordinary.

Walking side by side with Long Zhao on the wide street, the street was paved with white stones and was spotless, enough for several carriages to travel side by side.

There are drainage ditches on both sides of the street, which are almost like a small river. There is a bridge every five hundred steps. On both sides of the bridge are various shops. Behind the shops are various courtyards and manors, and in the distance are high-rise buildings.

Some are low, some are high, and their heights are uneven. The tall ones even look like huge towers.

People were coming and going, and there were even some people flying high above in the sky.

In the country of the Black Turtle Continent, riding a horse or a sedan chair is a symbol of power, but here, flying in the sky is the foundation of strength.

The two of them wandered around the city for half a day but only visited a small part of it.

"Brother, are we heading to Ocean Peak now?"

Long Zhao looked at Zhong Lin, waiting for his decision.

Dayang Peak is located on the westernmost side of Tianhai Kingdom, and the entrance to the Xuanling Secret Realm is here.

"No rush, let's sort out the gains from Crescent Moon Island first. I also need to refine a furnace of pills to improve my cultivation to the perfection of the Soul Condensation Realm. This time in the Xuanling Secret Realm, we are concerned about the opportunity of condensing the Xuandan, and we will not allow any mistakes." Zhong Lin said in a deep voice.

"Well, listen to my senior brother, there is still more than a year left, which is enough time."

The two did not rent a house as they did before on Crescent Island, but directly found an inn.

The inn is very large and is specially designed to accommodate warriors. Each room is an independent courtyard and is no different from a rental house, except that the price is a little higher.

If it were before, the two of them might not have been willing to do so, but now... they have plenty of money.

After sorting out the storage equipment hanging all over Long Zhao's body, he found that he had harvested a total of 200 million spirit stones alone, as well as various spiritual medicines, ores, elixirs, and spiritual weapons. If he sold them, he would get even more spirit stones.

These spirit stones are enough for the two of them to practice for a long time. If it weren't for the lack of spiritual objects to advance to the Xuandan realm, Zhong Lin would even want to go into seclusion for a long time.

In the secret room, Zhong Lin sat cross-legged with a crimson alchemy furnace standing in front of him.

This alchemy furnace, named the "Meteoric Cauldron," was a trophy from Tianya Pavilion. A top-grade spiritual artifact, it was only one step away from becoming a profound artifact. It was crafted from a crimson meteorite iron and contained "Yinxu Dragon Fire." This fire was a Yin fire, born from boundless sea energy and earth lung Yin energy, naturally forged by the secret power of Guixu. It belonged to the category of Sea Qi Yin Fire. It was not extinguished by water, but instead intensified, capable of melting copper and iron and incinerating the entire sea.

"With this precious tripod, I can throw away the previous alchemy furnace. The difference is too big."

Only alchemists know how different a good alchemy furnace is.

With a thought, a ball of cold fire ignited from under the Star Meteor Cauldron. The flame was gray-black and not as hot as ordinary flames. Instead, it was filled with a cold feeling. However, with the appearance of the flame, the Star Meteor Cauldron was quickly heated up.

"Good furnace, good flame."

Zhong Lin looked at the giant star-falling cauldron in front of him with full surprise. However, in a moment, the temperature of the furnace had reached his requirements. It was incomparable to the previous furnace. It was no exaggeration to say that it was like replacing a musket with a cannon.

Without any hesitation, the elixirs that had been prepared on the side fell into the alchemy furnace one after another. Under the burning of the Yinxu Dragon Fire, they turned into powder, juice, or paste. The quenching was completed in just a moment.

Under the control of Zhong Lin's soul, these semi-finished products are combined in pairs or in groups of three, blending and combining with each other.

After several hours, nearly a thousand kinds of spiritual medicine merged into a liquid, and Zhong Lin also took out the Purple Lotus.

With a tremor in his palm, the dreamlike purple lotus collapsed instantly, leaving only a ball of purple smoke swirling around his fingertips.

"go with!"

With a snap of his fingers, the purple smoke wrapped in spiritual essence fell into the giant star cauldron and directly poured into the ball of medicine liquid.

As the cloud of smoke merged into it, the fist-sized liquid medicine began to shake violently, as if a catalyst had been added, and the final fusion began.

hum!
After a while, accompanied by the crisp sound of collisions in the alchemy furnace, Zhong Lin's face also showed a hint of joy.

With a wave of his right hand, the top cover was opened, and then a green pill flew out and fell into everyone's palm.

"The Soul-Yunning Pill is finally done."

The entire pill was emerald green in color, looking like a piece of jade. Rich fragrance wafted out of it, making people feel refreshed. Even the soul in the Soul Palace trembled under the fragrance, as if it had grown a little stronger.

Zhong Lin did not swallow the Soul-Yunning Pill immediately. He touched his forehead with his right index finger and then pulled it. He saw a green light flying out from his forehead.

The green light grew stronger in the wind, and after a moment it turned into an ancient bronze bell floating in front of him.

when!
As the bell rang, waves of vibrations like ripples spread through the air, turning all matter in sight into dust. Even the Yinxu Dragon Fire under the giant star-falling cauldron trembled, and the flames were extinguished a little.

A hint of joy also appeared on Zhong Lin's face. With a thought, the Donghuang Bell flew into his palm and turned upside down on it.

"It has finally transformed into a spiritual weapon. My day and night training for the past year is worth it. Next, I can imprint my own state of mind on it to increase its power."

The natal weapon is connected to the warrior's bloodline and soul, so it can naturally carry the artistic conception. Zhong Lin plans to imprint his sword intention, fist intention, and other artistic conceptions that have just been comprehended and dispersed by these two artistic conceptions on it.

Zhong Lin's pirated Donghuang Bell has a grand name, but it is just a name in vain. Only after the artistic conception is imprinted, it slowly reveals its power.
"However, we can improve the quality before branding."

(End of this chapter)