Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 63 Learning Alchemy
In the Yellow Court Secret Realm, a towering pillar, seven sections totaling twenty-one zhang in length, stands, crimson with specks of gold.

'Seven Yang Spiritual Roots have been formed.'

Lin Le gazed at it, then quickly turned his attention to the inner vision of his supernatural powers.

An ordinary lotus seed evaporates, and in a single thought, a year passes. Lin Le begins to familiarize himself with the medicinal properties and starts to brew medicinal powders using ordinary fire.

Coming to his senses, Lin Le let out a soft breath: "I didn't expect that I would have such a good talent in alchemy. I was able to brew a high-grade but not high-grade pill in just one year."

He was studying alchemy and joining a powerful force, especially since his background was unclear; he needed a special skill to succeed.

Fortunately, he possessed alchemy skills, so he decided to begin studying them.

In a year, he had already mastered the introductory chapters, whereas according to the original owner Xiang He's notes, it took him seven or eight years to actually learn them.

'It's time to learn proper etiquette.'

With each one-patterned lotus seed consumed, and three years passing in a single thought, Lin Le began learning the method of refining pills with true qi, but a slight accident occurred during the process.

After a moment of distraction, Lin Le regained his composure and, having relieved some of his fatigue, took out a generous amount of dried meat from his storage bag.

With a thought, the Hun Tian Ling emerged from Lin Le's palm, then wrapped around the dried meat, forming a ball. After consuming a bit of true qi, the Hun Tian Ling returned to Lin Le's body.

Meanwhile, in Lin Le's heart, a perfectly round pill was emitting a meaty aroma.

This was an unexpected turn of events during the learning of advanced alchemy techniques; the Hun Tian Ling actually learned alchemy as well and even improved upon it based on its own experience.

'A furnace, a furnace—could it be that the predecessor who named it knew that natal magical artifacts, crafted from blood and energy, could be like a furnace, capable of forging all things?'

Lin Le looked at the fleshy pill in his palm, tilted his head back and swallowed it.

'This will save us the trouble of cooking over a fire in the wild.'

As Lin Le felt the digested meat pill, he couldn't help but think to himself.

As his appetite has increased, his mouth has been suffering lately. Apart from cultivation, he has been constantly eating.

Lin Le used his inner vision to observe his supernatural inner world, shaking off the Soul-Strengthening Dew and Soul-Condensing Dew, and began his daily meditation to refine his soul.

An hour later, Lin Le finished his meditation and looked inward at himself. He saw red, yellow and blue colors reflecting each other.

The expression was complete; only the three colors remained to blend and form the true color.

Lin Le wasn't too surprised that he had entered the next stage so quickly. After all, it wasn't uncommon for one's spiritual cultivation to increase greatly after avenging a great enemy and being stimulated by the seven emotions.

Some even went so far as to form a sect based on this, officially called the Path of Broken Hearts, but nicknamed the Path of the Tortoise Slave.

You can tell what kind of disgusting scheme this is just from its name.

Lin Le opened his eyes and saw that the moonlight was dazzlingly white.

I don’t know if it’s because the essence hasn’t changed, but Qingli’s skin texture is just like that of a fine Ru kiln.

"Have you finished your cultivation?" Qingli asked with a smile.

"Alright." Lin Le nodded.

Qingli put her hands on Lin Le's shoulders: "Then you should pay for today's yang energy."

"I know." Lin Le stretched out his finger and pointed it above Qing Li's chest. With a thought, the tall pillar in the Yellow Court Secret Realm spewed out white mist like clouds.

As the yang energy flowed into Qingli's body, it mixed and merged with the accumulated yin energy, creating a peculiar sensation that made her involuntarily let out a soft moan.
"Ah~"

Lin Le remained calm and unmoved.

After transferring the yang energy without harming the body's foundation, Lin Le moved his hand away: "Alright, it's your turn."

Qingli opened her mouth and spat out a black bead that floated towards Lin Le.

Lin Le opened his mouth and swallowed it.

Qingli savored the feeling from just now, then poked Lin Le's face with her finger: "How come the quality of your yang energy has increased a bit?"

"It's probably because my strength has improved," Lin Le said.

"Maybe." Qingli's words were somewhat meaningful, then she hugged Lin Le and adjusted to a comfortable position.

Lin Le asked helplessly, "Why are you coiling around me like that?"

"Because it's warm," Qingli said matter-of-factly. "It's almost winter now, and I'm a snake, so of course I need to find a warm place to sleep."

"Okay." Lin Le let Qing Li hug him.

As his Yang spiritual root grew and his spiritual platform progressed, Lin Le felt increasingly hot, sometimes even wanting to take off his clothes. Qing Li's body was cool and refreshing, and it felt comfortable to wrap herself around her.

As for sleeping posture, it's not a big problem. There are two water balloons under me, so I shouldn't get a stiff neck, right?
Lin Le closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In his dream, however, Qingli kept stuffing grapes into his mouth—blue ones, green ones, and pink ones.

The next morning, when Lin Le opened his eyes, he saw a pair of icy blue eyes staring at him.

"Awake?" Qingli squinted and quietly licked away a bit of milky white from the corner of her mouth.

"You're awake, you can relax now," Lin Le said.

"Okay." Qingli released Lin Le and returned to her original form. "By the way, I've washed your pants."

After saying that, Qingli sank to the bottom of the well.

Pants? Lin Le glanced down at them, then thought of her erotic dream from last night, and her face flushed instantly.

Having received a holistic education, he naturally understood what was going on.

Aunt Meng!

Lin Le covered her face, feeling utterly humiliated!
At the bottom of the well, Qingli digested the burning yang energy in her abdomen. Compared to the energy Lin Le had provided, this time the effect was exceptionally better.

Perhaps it's because it carries life?

Qingli pondered for a moment, then shook her head slightly, focusing on digesting the information.

At this rate, she will be able to make that leap over the dragon gate next year on the day of the Awakening of Insects.

Lin Le composed himself, tidied his things, used his transformation spell to become a black cat, and left from the wall.

This place is no longer safe to stay. After all, he shook off his pursuers yesterday, which was enough to raise suspicion. In addition, the gambling den he destroyed yesterday is not too far from here.

Unless the county magistrate is an idiot, he will most likely come looking for him.

And indeed, a short while later, a cultivator barged into the courtyard.

He glanced at the house, then stomped his foot in anger. He was too late!

Kicking open the door, the cultivator, who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, looked at the constables rushing over and said, "Investigate! Don't let any clue slip by!"

"Yes!" the constables shouted.

On the other side, Lin Le emerged from a small alley, this time appearing as a man in his fifties or sixties.

Upon arriving at Danxia Pavilion, the place where he had originally bought the medicinal herbs, Lin Le walked in and called out, "Call your manager out here."

His voice was old yet powerful.

The maids and guards, having been preemptively taken over by Lin Le, were unsure of his identity.

Finally, a waitress stepped forward and said, "Sir, may I ask what business you have with our manager?"

"It's nothing, this old man doesn't have much money left, so I'm planning to work as a licensed alchemist here for a while." Lin Le stroked his beard.

A master alchemist?!
The waitress was surprised, but her expression became even more respectful: "Please wait a moment, I'll go and ask the manager."

"Okay, go ahead." Lin Le nodded slightly.

The waitress left, and soon a manager was brought over.

The same elderly man with a somewhat cheerful face looked at Lin Le and said, "My name is Zhou Ziyang. I'm honored to be a supervisor here. May I ask how I should address you?"

"So we're from the same clan. I also have the surname Zhou." Lin Le cupped his hands in greeting. "My name is Zhou Botong."

"Oh, we're family." Zhou Ziyang also cupped his hands in greeting. "How old are you this year?"

“Seventy-three,” Lin Le said.

“Well, I’m a few years younger than you,” Zhou Ziyang said. “If you don’t mind, how about I call you Brother Zhou?”

"It doesn't matter." Lin Le waved his hand. "Let's talk about business."

"Okay, please follow me." Zhou Ziyang said, then turned and led the way.

“Okay.” Lin Le followed.

(End of this chapter)