On the path to immortality, I can see destiny.

Su San's praise secretly pleased Zhao Fan, for he had indeed never seen anyone more talented than himself.

He is only eighteen years old, but he has already reached the fifth level of Qi Refining. He has seen other people at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and the youngest of them are over thirty years old.

The Su Ziyan I met last time was about the same age as me, but he had only barely reached the fourth level of Qi Refining.

"Fellow Daoist, you flatter me."

Zhao Fan spoke modestly, but the slight upturn of his lips betrayed his true feelings.

Su San didn't specifically use her divine sense to observe Zhao Fan's expression, so she was unaware of Zhao Fan's smugness at the moment. She simply started talking about serious matters.

"Fellow Daoist, have you come to sell me pills?"

When the conversation turned to business, Zhao Fan immediately composed himself and nodded slightly.

"I have twenty-four Qingling Pills here. How many do you need, Fellow Daoist Su?"

Upon hearing about the twenty-four Qingling Pills, Su San's pupils constricted sharply.

He never expected that Zhao Fan would have so many Qingling Pills!

But thinking about it, it makes sense. If they can sell pills, then they must be able to consistently produce four pills per batch.

Even without the pills you consume, you could reach this level after refining five or six batches.

However, this would likely slow down the cultivation speed considerably.

The furnace is opened once every five days. One day is needed for alchemy and another day is needed to restore spiritual energy. The actual time available for cultivation is only three days.

Being able to cultivate consistently for only half the month might affect my cultivation.

Thinking of this, Su San couldn't help but remind him again.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, spirit stones are good, but you can't earn them all. You should still focus on cultivation."

Zhao Fan nodded naturally.

"Thank you for the reminder, Fellow Daoist Su. However, Fellow Daoist Su need not worry about me. I only open the furnace once every seven days, leaving enough time for cultivation."

Zhao Fan didn't realize there was anything wrong with what he said, but Su San was shocked when she heard it.

He only refined four batches! That means he could produce more than six pills per batch! With his Qi Refining Level 5 cultivation, he actually achieved such a high success rate in refining mid-grade first-tier pills!

In other words, either he is a true alchemy prodigy, or his alchemy lineage is anything but simple!

Thinking of this, Su San's eyes sharpened instantly, but quickly returned to normal.

"Fellow Daoist, do not say these words to anyone in the future. If others hear them today, they may take your life."

Su San looked at Zhao Fan and spoke solemnly.

Zhao Fan was a little confused. Although he trusted Su San, he couldn't quite understand what Su San meant.

"What do you mean, Fellow Daoist Su? Please speak frankly."

Su San thought for a moment and then asked.

"Fellow Daoist, do you know what the success rate is for achieving a pill at the fifth level of Qi Refining?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fan immediately recalled a sentence from the alchemy manual.

When cultivators refine pills of the same grade, the success rate is only between four and five. However, the method of transforming spiritual energy into threads can increase the success rate by 30% even for beginners.

"Usually between four and five..."

As he spoke, Zhao Fan was also startled, finally realizing the key point of Su San's words.

My success rate in achieving the desired pill is simply too high.

If this gets out, it will surely arouse suspicion, and then another battle will be inevitable.

"Thank you for your guidance, fellow Daoist!"

Zhao Fan was now drenched in a cold sweat. If his alchemy skills were exposed, it would surely bring disaster!

Fortunately, he only told Su San, and Su San shouldn't be that kind of person, otherwise there would be no need for him to remind himself like that.

"It's alright. However, I just bought a spirit beast and I don't have enough spirit stones on me right now. Please wait a moment while I sell some things and then I'll come back to buy some pills from you."

Su San nodded in satisfaction when she saw that Zhao Fan realized how dangerous his actions were.

However, he really didn't have any more spirit stones. This spirit beast was far too important to their family, and they would sell everything they owned to buy it.

He also carried with him the spiritual herbs and talismans produced by his family in the past month, which could be sold for about one or two hundred spirit stones, more than enough to buy the pills Zhao Fan had.

"If Fellow Daoist Su has any medicinal materials for making the Qingling Pill, that would be great, saving me the trouble of buying them myself."

Zhao Fan was not limited to spirit stones; he would be happy to exchange them directly for medicinal herbs.

"I have five sets of medicinal herbs here to make the Cleansing Spirit Pill. Fellow Daoist, you may take them if you need them."

With that, he flicked his finger, and the medicinal herbs flew out of his storage bag.

Zhao Fan checked it over and found that there were exactly the right amount of herbs, and the quality of the herbs was also good, clearly indicating that they had been carefully cultivated.

"As agreed on that day, I will purchase it at a fair price; one dose of medicine will cost fifteen spirit stones."

Zhao Fan spoke calmly, and then took out two pill bottles, each containing a total of fifteen pills.

Su San didn't stand on ceremony. He took the pills directly into his hand, scanned the bottle with his divine sense to confirm that there were no obvious problems with the quantity and quality, and then put the pills away.

"Since you've purchased this young demon beast, do you know the methods for raising demon beasts?"

Seeing that Su San had accepted the pills, Zhao Fan continued to ask questions.

"What, fellow Daoist, are you also interested in the art of beast taming?"

Su San was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected Zhao Fan to be interested in this.

After all, cultivators in the Qi Refining stage usually have little energy left to learn other skills if they can master just one of the hundred arts.

"It was just out of curiosity. I was thinking that if I could catch a baby monster in the future, I could use it as a mount or something."

After being reminded by Su San, Zhao Fan dared not speak carelessly and made up a lame excuse to get away with it.

Su San looked at Zhao Fan with a slightly meaningful look in his eyes, but he didn't ask any more questions. He simply explained.

"Fellow Daoist is inexperienced in the ways of the world, and I shouldn't say anything, but I still have to remind you not to inquire about other people's artistic lineages."

"Just like your alchemy skills, if I were to ask you about them, you would not reveal everything; instead, you would become wary."

"The same applies to other arts and techniques. The transmission of arts and techniques is extremely precious and rarely circulates in the market. Whether it is a freelance practitioner or a family, they all regard the transmission of arts and techniques as the most important thing."

"If you wish to learn some common knowledge, I have a book called 'Introduction to the Hundred Arts,' which contains some simple explanations of the various arts. You may take it and study it."

As she spoke, Su San took out an old book with a yellowed cover from her storage bag and handed it to Zhao Fan.

After hearing what Su San had said, Zhao Fan took the book and casually turned to a page.

Above it is written "Appraisal Material," one of the Hundred Arts of Cultivation.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Fan suddenly realized why the old man dared to deceive him like that. It turned out that the very first thing he said was to tell others that he knew nothing.

"In that case, thank you very much, Fellow Daoist Su. I will return the book to you next month."

This book is exactly what he needs right now; his understanding of the cultivation world is pitifully small.