The Eternal Saint of Alchemy

He held the original liquid from the furnace for a while and then told Xiao Fan in detail about the recent events that had happened in Zixiao Pavilion. After Chen Yuan was sidelined, he had withdrawn from the core circle and returned to his private residence.

Taking advantage of the situation, the middle-aged man surnamed Zhong gathered a group of disciples who had long coveted the Burning Bone Abyss and used the pretext of "studying the forefront of fire magic" to expand his influence.

"The one surnamed Zhong is an outer disciple I took in a long time ago. He has decent aptitude, but he's a bit impatient."

Old Song cleared his throat, placed his hands on the table to calm his breathing, and said, "He thought I wouldn't survive this ordeal, so he couldn't wait to lead Zixiao Pavilion down the path he wanted."

With me here, he can't cause any trouble. However, I can't hold on for much longer either. My meridians were already injured, and this forced breakthrough has only made things worse.

Seeing that his face was pale and his hands were trembling slightly, Xiao Fan said, "Elder Song, I once saw a technique in the stone hall of the Burning Bone Abyss that can repair damaged meridians through flames."

The man wearing the black bamboo hat has already obtained the complete cultivation technique. If Elder Song needs it…

Old Song raised his hand to interrupt, a complex expression flickering in his cloudy eyes. "I know this technique. I was right there when the Grandmaster of the Void created this move."

Don't bother asking others for help; keep it for yourself. I was too greedy when I was young and suffered some losses. This debt should have been repaid long ago; there's no need to force it.

Xiao Fan didn't say anything more. Old Song put the jade bottle into his sleeve, then asked, "Have you activated the array's core beneath the capital?"

"Yes. Starting up."

Old Song nodded gently, a look of satisfaction on his face.

He leaned back, closed his eyes, and when he opened them, his gaze was even sharper than before. He said, word by word, "After you go back, make the basic techniques of Burning Bone Abyss as soon as possible and let them spread."

Back then, the Grandmaster of Alchemy kept this secret very well, and no one has inherited it until now. Now that you've succeeded, don't fail again. I'll keep things under control at the Purple Cloud Pavilion; that guy surnamed Zhong will definitely not touch your territory. Say what you need to say.”

Xiao Fan stood up and bowed deeply to Elder Song. "This disciple will remember."

As he turned to leave the main hall, it began to snow in the courtyard. Yun Ruoxi was waiting for him at the door. When he came out, she handed him a thermal bag, which he accepted.

"Have you reached an agreement?"

"It's settled," he said with a smile. Xiao Fan took the insulated bag, placed it in his hands, and the warmth dispelled the winter chill. "I still have a lot to do."

The two walked through the snow and left the Zixiao Pavilion. The wind chimes hanging on the eaves behind them swayed slightly in the wind and snow, making a tinkling sound.

After returning to the Pill Tower, Xiao Fan locked himself in his study and didn't come out for six days.

Logically speaking, the second half of Burning Bone Abyss is divided into three parts: the first part optimizes the spiritual power circulation in the mid-stage of the Tribulation Realm; the second part harmonizes Yin and Yang Fire and applies it to combat.

The third part continues after crossing the late stage of the Tribulation Realm. Each module has a complete set of mental cultivation methods, and he verifies, corrects, and supplements each set of methods one by one, eventually forming a complete teaching material.

On the seventh day, he came out of his room. On his desk were five manuscripts, each covered in ink stains and neatly bound.

He handed over the first volume of the foundational text to the Zhou family, specifically to Zhou Yanzhi, so that he could continue studying the next level of content. The second volume was sent to the Ye family, and Ye Ruolin passed it on to Old Master Hu as a token of gratitude for the two old books.

He had the third volume brought to Crimson Flame City and given to the man in the bamboo hat as a way of repaying his life-saving grace in the Burning Bone Abyss. As for the fourth and fifth volumes, they were left in the Pill Tower for future generations to read.

After doing all this, Xiao Fan sat under the ginkgo tree in the Danta Courtyard, enjoying the winter sun and relaxing completely.

Although the bare branches couldn't block out much sunlight, the tranquil and bright sunlight felt warm and comforting, making one reluctant to move.

Yun Ruoxi came out carrying a steaming bowl of ginger tea, handed it to him, and then sat down beside him. The two of them, holding their teacups, leaned back in their chairs, basking in the sun, without saying a word.

The snow in the courtyard had mostly melted, and some dampness could still be seen in the cracks of the bluestone slabs. Several sparrows hopped around on the courtyard wall, pecking at the remaining grass seeds on the ground.

Xiao Fan drank half a bowl of ginger tea and suddenly said, "When spring comes and the flowers bloom, I want to go to the Burning Bone Abyss again. That will be a completely different story."

Yun Ruoxi swirled the teacup in her hand, then turned to look at him. "What?"

"We haven't fully figured out the ore veins beneath the furnace yet. The spiritual energy channel parameters recorded on the white silk need to be verified on one or two valves to ensure the data matches the actual situation."

Furthermore, the second half involves breaking through to the late stage of the Tribulation Realm, which requires practice near the furnace to fully master.

Yun Ruoxi leaned back in her chair, looked up at a ray of sunlight beneath the clouds, and said softly, "Let's go. There are still a few months until spring. You should collect the feedback from the basic chapters you distributed first, and we'll set off again when the snow melts next year."

Xiao Fan nodded, without saying anything more.

He drank it all in one gulp, the warmth from the bottom of the bowl spreading from his palms to his fingertips. The winter sun shone quietly in the courtyard, and the distant snow-capped peaks glittered in the clear sky.

Han Fei poked his head out of the kitchen and called out, "The food is ready!" Master Gu Yuan stood up from the corridor and dusted himself off.

He placed the teacup on the stone table, turned, and went inside. Only Xiao Fan remained in the courtyard, sitting on a stone chair. There was no wind in the winter air, and all was quiet. The wind chimes hanging on the green tiles swayed gently.

He placed the bowl on the table and turned to go back to his room. The charcoal fire in the main room was burning fiercely, and the steam rising from it blocked half of the window.

While drinking soup, Han Fei accidentally spilled some on the table and quickly wiped it up. Master Gu Yuan tapped his bowl with his chopsticks and laughed at his clumsiness. Yun Ruoxi sat by the window and pushed a plate of freshly cooked food in front of Xiao Fan.

After sitting down, Xiao Fan picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of food, and put it in his mouth.

The winter afternoon sun shone on the half-melted snow in the yard, and the charcoal fire inside the house made her face red. The sound of bowls and chopsticks clattering broke the tranquility of the afternoon.

Half a month after the basic version was sent out, feedback started coming in.