On the path to immortality, I can see destiny.

A night passed in the blink of an eye. In the early morning, Zhao Fan pushed open the door and saw the little wolf frolicking in the yard. The little guy had dug up several medicinal herbs in the field.

At this moment, it was covered in dirt, carrying a medicinal herb in its mouth, and walking towards the edge of the pool.

Three medicinal herbs were thrown into the water, making a total of four, including the one it was carrying in its mouth.

When it saw Zhao Fan come out, it wagged its tail happily.

Zhao Fan's lips twitched slightly; he felt a pang of heartache for the medicinal elixir.

Seeing how happy the little wolf was, even carrying the elixir in its mouth and walking up to her, placing the elixir at her feet.

Then he looked up at Zhao Fan, as if seeking praise.

Seeing this, Zhao Fan hardened his fist.

He crouched down, raised his hand, looked at the little wolf, and still couldn't bring himself to hit it. He just gently tapped the little wolf's head with his index finger.

"Don't touch the elixirs without permission from now on!"

The little wolf seemed to sense that Zhao Fan was angry. It lowered its head and whimpered, then gently rubbed against Zhao Fan's leg, not forgetting to peek at Zhao Fan's expression.

Seeing how intelligent the little wolf was, Zhao Fan's tense face gradually softened, and he reached out to pick up the medicinal herbs.

The wolf cub's actions and expressions reminded Zhao Fan of when he was first adopted by his master.

I got up at night and saw that some medicinal herbs in the herb field had withered. I thought of helping my master pull out the withered herbs.

As a result, he was scolded by his master all day the next day. That was when he met his first spiritual herb, the Night-Withered Vine.

This little wolf, though not human, was incredibly intelligent; its little expression felt exactly like my own back then.

Zhao Fan reached out and gently patted the little wolf's head.

"I'll let it go this time, but next time I must not mess with the elixirs."

The little wolf couldn't understand, but seeing Zhao Fan's tone soften, it happily wagged its tail again.

Zhao Fan had no idea how to raise spirit beasts. He had no idea how to raise the little wolf, how to control it, or even how to feed it.

Thinking about it, Zhao Fan added another note to his mind: he must buy some more books on spirit beast training next time he goes to the market.

In addition, we need to buy new ritual implements.

However, buying magical artifacts would require a lot of spirit stones, and he is currently penniless.

Moreover, with his current alchemy skills, he can only earn about ten spirit stones per batch of pills.

He bought enough ingredients for four batches of pills, and after refining them all, he could only earn forty spirit stones.

Forty spirit stones aren't even enough to buy a mid-grade magic weapon.

Even with all the things he picked up on the road these past two days, it's only worth about twenty spirit stones.

Even if you include everything, you can only buy one mid-grade magic weapon.

To have sufficient combat power, one needs at least two mid-grade magic weapons, one for offense and one for defense.

After calculating for a while, Zhao Fan felt increasingly worried.

Previously, his master was in charge of earning spirit stones, so he didn't feel anything about it.

Now that I'm earning spirit stones myself, I truly realize how difficult it is.

"Let's continue refining the pills."

Zhao Fan pulled his wandering thoughts back and decided to get on with what needed to be done first.

Zhao Fan was worried about leaving the little wolf alone in the courtyard, and also to prevent it from continuing to harm the spiritual herbs, so he brought the little wolf to the alchemy room.

Then he picked up the water bowl, which the little wolf had already drunk clean of the spiritual liquid inside.

It seems that drinking the elixir has some effect; at least a night has passed and it doesn't seem hungry yet.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fan filled another bowl with spiritual liquid, brought it to the alchemy room, and placed it in front of the little wolf.

When the little wolf arrived at the alchemy room, it was extremely curious and ran around everywhere. Finally, it stopped next to the alchemy furnace, staring blankly at the azure dragon on the furnace.

Zhao Fan ignored the wolf cub, simply lifting it up with one hand and placing it back next to the water bowl.

Then, he formed hand seals and began refining the elixir.

As before, spiritual power was poured into the inscriptions on the alchemy furnace.

The first step was simple, and with the flames in the alchemy furnace being quite spiritual, Zhao Fan barely needed to control them to easily complete the first step.

The second step was much smoother to operate than before.

Whether it was because Zhao Fan's cultivation had improved or because he was in good condition, he found the second step unusually easy today.

Previously, I always felt that using the method of transforming spiritual energy into silk was extremely difficult.

But now, using spiritual power to create threads is exceptionally easy. These ten threads feel just like my ten fingers, easy and comfortable to control.

Because of this, when the embryonic form was completed, it turned into seven pills.

This is a huge improvement compared to before.

Three stones will break even, four stones will earn you five spirit stones, and seven stones will earn you twenty spirit stones!

If you can get seven each time, you can earn eighty spirit stones per month!

That's a full eighty spirit stones! Even a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining might not earn that many spirit stones in a month of hard work!

After a brief moment of excitement, Zhao Fan quickly calmed himself down.

The pills are not yet ready. If the pill refining fails due to a distracted mind, it will be a huge loss.

He controlled the output of spiritual energy steadily until the pill embryo gradually stabilized, and the fragrance of the pill slowly wafted out.

The little wolf, who had calmed down considerably after drinking water, immediately perked up after smelling the fragrance of the elixir and slowly walked towards the alchemy furnace.

It lay down beside Zhao Fan, gently inhaling the fragrance of the pill, completely absorbed in the moment.

It seems that the fragrance of the elixir has a very special attraction for it.

Zhao Fan had already noticed the little wolf's actions and found it strange to see it like this.

What's wrong with this little guy? The fragrance of the pills does smell nice, but it's not enough to make him so intoxicated.

However, seeing that the little wolf didn't make any other moves, Zhao Fan didn't bother with it. It was just the fragrance of the pill; let it inhale if it wanted.

Three hours later, the pills were finally refined. Zhao Fan withdrew his spiritual power, and with a gentle wave of his right hand, seven pills were spat out from the Azure Dragon's mouth.

It traced an arc in the air and landed precisely in the pill bottle that Zhao Fan had prepared beforehand.

As the fragrance dissipated, the little wolf finally came to his senses, struggled to his feet, and staggered toward the spiritual liquid, as if he were drunk.

Zhao Fan was curious about what was wrong with the little wolf. Its behavior had been unusually strange since the beginning.

From the moment he started digging for medicinal herbs, to the moment he stood there in a daze by the alchemy furnace, and now, after smelling the fragrance of the pills a few times, he seemed to be drunk—everything about him seemed off.

Zhao Fan picked up the wolf cub and examined it closely, but found nothing unusual.

I even scanned its entire body with my spiritual power, but there was still no problem.

Seeing that he hadn't gained anything, Zhao Fan gave up, took the little wolf and the bowl containing the spirit liquid, and left the alchemy room.

By this time, the sun had already set, and another day had passed.

Zhao Fan was used to this rhythm. For him, no matter what he did, he always had to take a day as a benchmark. Often, he would close his eyes, open them, and a day would pass in the blink of an eye.