The Eternal Saint of Alchemy

Ye Ruolin peeked out from the crack in the rock, saw that he was alright, and followed behind him, watching the golden light covering the mountain with him.

"what?"

"Left behind by the Grandmaster of Alchemy, it encapsulates his life's cultivation insights." Xiao Fan emerged from the crack, dusting himself off. "It's enough for me to cultivate for a long time."

After leaving the Burning Bone Abyss, Xiao Fan was in no hurry to return to the Pill Tower.

He first sent Ye Ruolin back to Crimson Flame City to rest the horses and luggage at an inn, then returned to the stone chamber deep in the rift valley, where he sat cross-legged by the fireplace and began his systematic cultivation.

Inside the stone chamber, the spiritual energy was extremely dense, with a gentle yet rich spiritual energy constantly emanating from within.

The Creation Fire resonated with the alchemy furnace. With each breath, it was as if a fire was tempering the meridians, and the flow of spiritual energy became much smoother.

He spent three whole days thoroughly reviewing the basic techniques and cultivation system recorded in the Burning Bone Abyss, and felt more and more that what the Grand Void Pill Saint left behind was far superior to the Twelve Platforms.

This includes not only alchemy and fire cultivation, but also a complete system of human cultivation, from the circulation of qi and blood to the transformation of spiritual power, and then to the enhancement of spiritual consciousness, all interconnected.

Five days later, Xiao Fan emerged from seclusion.

In an inn in Crimson Flame City, Ye Ruolin was waiting. Upon seeing him, she brought over a pot of hot tea and looked at him. "The aura is even more refined; this is indeed a treasure trove."

Xiao Fan downed the tea in his cup in one gulp. He had gained a great deal from this trip and needed to organize his thoughts properly when he got back. And—”

After a pause, he added, "Now that the man in the black veil and bamboo hat has obtained the cultivation technique, he should no longer cause trouble. Let's put the matter of Cangyun Ferry aside for now."

Ye Ruolin glanced at him and smiled slightly. "You're not worried at all. What if one day his meridians have mostly recovered and he comes looking for you?"

Xiao Fan smiled and put the teapot down. "He didn't come to settle accounts; he came to express his gratitude. At least, I didn't see a trace of resentment in his eyes when he took off his hat."

The two packed their belongings, left the city, and rode northeast. This journey was much easier than the first, and nothing strange happened along the way.

Six days later, Xiao Fan came to the Pill Tower and copied down all the cultivation insights he had gained in the Burning Bone Abyss, along with the teleportation scrolls from the twelve platforms in the basin and the three sheepskin scrolls he had acquired on his journey west.

He spread out the materials he had accumulated over this period on the table, listing the uses and applications of various materials.

After reading through all the cultivation techniques in the Burning Bone Abyss secret chamber, Jiang Yuanji stroked his beard and pondered for a full hour before closing the scroll and looking at Xiao Fan in a deep voice, saying, "This is your destiny."

"However, this responsibility is not small. The reason why the Grandmaster of the Void distributed these things was not because he didn't want to give them to others, but because he was afraid that giving them to one person at once would cause trouble. Now that you have found these clues, he must be waiting for you."

Xiao Fan memorized this technique and became thoroughly familiar with the Grandmaster of the Void's plans.

He sealed the Yin energy with nine towers and scattered them across various ruins. To unlock them, special conditions must be met. Only those who reach this level are qualified to receive the inheritance.

He secluded himself in the Pill Tower for seven days, and had already digested most of the cultivation techniques and mental methods recorded in the Burning Bone Abyss. The remaining half was about the cultivation methods for the late stage of the Tribulation Realm. He had not yet reached that stage, so he could only memorize the framework for now and slowly comprehend it later.

That night, Xiao Fan pushed open the door and walked in. The night wind blew by, carrying the fragrance of winter grass and the aroma of food wafting from the kitchen.

Han Fei was busy in the kitchen, the spatula tapping against the edge of the pot, making a rhythmic sound.

Gu Yuan was polishing a newly acquired talisman knife under the corridor, which reflected a cold light in the setting sun.

Yun Ruoxi was sitting under an old tree, flipping through an old travelogue, while Ye Ruolin sat in a corner of the courtyard, carefully examining the purity of some ores.

He stood at the door for a while and felt that this small courtyard had never been so lively before.

It was already the twelfth day since Xiao Fan returned to Danta. Just as he was reading the second volume of "Cross-Boundary Transmission", the gatekeeper, Old Zhao, walked in holding a gold-embossed invitation card, his face full of anticipation.

"Young Master Xiao, someone from headquarters has come and says they have important matters to discuss. They hope you will come and take a look."

Xiao Fan put down the manuscript, took the invitation and saw that it was an extremely formal invitation, signed by Elder Shen, the Grand Elder of the Pill Tower Alliance.

The gist of it is that in half a month, the Alliance will hold a Pill Dao Conference at Yuncang Mountain, inviting Pill Dao forces from all over Daqing, as well as several enshrined figures from the capital, to discuss the latest developments in the Fire Cultivation Dao.

The most important thing is that Xiao Fan, as the successor of the Taixu Pill Saint, steps forward and brings out one or two items left behind by the Taixu Pill Saint to add to the festivities.

Xiao Fan glanced at the invitation and tapped the edge of it lightly with his finger.

Elder Shen's thoughts are actually not difficult to understand.

He had publicly demonstrated the pills he had refined at the Crimson Flame City Treasure Appraisal Conference, and they had already spread throughout the alchemy world.

Elder Shen invited him to attend this public meeting and, incidentally, to show this to everyone, firstly to intimidate others, and secondly to build momentum for the Alliance.

He doesn't resent being used.

Elder Shen gave him a chance to cultivate his spiritual veins, gifted him a Nine Towers Formation Diagram, and helped him complete his mission in the Bone Ridge. Naturally, their relationship was excellent.

Moreover, many alchemy factions are coming this time, and almost 90% of those who are interested in him will be present.

"Report to Elder Shen that I'll be going over there." With that, he pushed the invitation toward Old Zhao, "Write down the time and place."

Half a month later, Yuncang Mountain was bustling with activity. From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, colorful flags were planted everywhere, with red flags bearing the character "丹" (Dan) fluttering in the wind.

Guests came from all directions in an endless stream. Nobles and nobles from the capital arrived in luxurious carriages, while some wandering cultivators from remote places walked up the mountain. All sorts of people gathered together, forming a long procession that wound its way up from the foot of the mountain.

When Xiao Fan arrived, almost everyone had already arrived, leaving him alone. The Alchemy Conference was held on the mountainside of Yuncang Mountain, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with one side facing a mountain and the other facing a valley, offering a stunning view.

On the high platform, there was a main seat, where Elder Shen sat. On each side of him were three or four dignified old men. Judging from their clothing and family crests, these people came from various parts of Daqing.

Xiao Fan was seated in a reserved seat, neither too close nor too far, neither overshadowing nor neglecting him.

After he sat down, he glanced at the audience without making a sound. Sure enough, several pairs of eyes were on him, but he didn't know who they were.