The Eternal Saint of Alchemy

Xiao Fan pointed to a thin line on the pill: "Look here. Although the pill pattern is very obvious, it is intermittent. Obviously, the heat control was not good enough."

Looking at its color, it's crimson with a hint of black, clearly indicating it wasn't purified well enough. This kind of pill will cause diarrhea if ingested, and in severe cases, it can damage the meridians.

He held the pill to his nose and smelled it, then continued, "However, you added a cold energy to the medicinal materials to neutralize the medicinal properties, so the medicinal power is too domineering and not something an ordinary person can withstand."

Deacon Liu's face turned even more rosy.

Xiao Fan's words make a lot of sense!

He did indeed refine the Blazing Sun Pill. He originally only intended to scare Xiao Fan, but he didn't expect the other party to see through his deception.

"How...how did you know?"

Xiao Fan handed the pill back and said with a faint smile, "That's because I am a master alchemist, while you are just a craftsman who follows the rules blindly."

The audience erupted in applause.

Deacon Liu's face turned ashen; he wished he could disappear into the ground.

Just then, an old voice came from the crowd.

"Impressive! Young friend, you are quite young, yet you possess such keen insight. I am truly impressed."

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw an elderly man with white hair and beard, holding a cane, walking out from inside.

The old man was dressed in coarse linen clothes, his face was covered with wrinkles, and his appearance was unremarkable.

But those eyes were frighteningly bright, as if they could see through everything.

Xiao Fan narrowed his eyes.

This person's cultivation level is unfathomable!

That's not all. Most importantly, the old man had a "Dan" character token hanging from his waist, engraved with dragon and phoenix patterns.

Those are... people from the Danta!

Memories of his past life surfaced in his mind—the Pill Tower, a sacred place in the hearts of alchemists throughout the world, with a status far higher than that of the Medicine King Valley.

"You flatter me, senior." Xiao Fan suppressed his shock and bowed respectfully.

The old man smiled and looked at him: "Young friend, I have a favor to ask of you."

"What is it?"

"I'd like to see what your Condensed Dew Pill looks like."

After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Fan took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and handed it to him.

The old man took the jade bottle and poured out the Dew Condensation Pill inside.

With just one glance, his expression changed drastically.

From disbelief to shock, and then to two lines of tears.

"A high-grade second-rank elixir, its fragrance permeates to the bone, its medicinal patterns undergoing nine transformations!" The old man's voice trembled slightly. "I've lived for over eighty years, and have only ever seen similar records in ancient books. I never imagined I'd witness it with my own eyes in this lifetime!"

He suddenly looked up at Xiao Fan: "Young friend, did you refine this pill yourself?"

"Yes."

"Who taught you?"

Xiao Fan pondered for a moment and said, "Self-taught."

The old man stared at him for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Young friend, do you know that with just this one skill, you've already qualified to join the Pill Tower!"

"Danta".

One sentence, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

Deacon Liu's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He came from Medicine King Valley, and he understood the significance of the Pill Tower better than anyone else.

That was a sacred place that alchemists longed for; compared to them, Medicine King Valley was simply a small fry.

This Xiao Fan actually obtained the qualification to enter the Pill Tower?

Xiao Fan's heart skipped a beat.

In his previous life, although he was a Pill Saint, he had climbed to that level step by step through his own efforts.

Danta has always been a regret in his heart.

"Senior, is this really true?"

The old man took out a jade token from his robes and handed it over: "Take this token. Three months from now, come to the capital to participate in the Pill Tower's assessment. As long as you pass this test, you can directly become an outer disciple of the Pill Tower."

Xiao Fan held the jade tablet in both hands, his heart churning with turbulent emotions.

He bowed and said, "Thank you, senior."

The old man waved his hand, turned around and left.

"My name is Gu Yuan. Young friend, farewell in the capital."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man vanished.

Xiao Fan held the jade token, remaining silent for a long time.

Fan Jian leaned closer and lowered his voice, "Young Master, who exactly is this Gu Yuan? He seems quite formidable."

Xiao Fan gasped, "He's not just skilled, he's incredibly skilled."

Gu Yuan, the Ninth Elder of the Pill Tower, was someone whose name he had only heard of in his previous life, but had never met in person.

It is said that his alchemy skills have reached a level of perfection, making him an eighth-grade alchemist, only one step away from the ninth grade.

Such a person actually came to Donglin City in person and even presented a token.

Is this a coincidence, or was it planned in advance?

Xiao Fan shook his head, temporarily putting the matter out of his mind.

The most urgent task is to improve my cultivation level, and then go to the capital three months later to participate in the Pill Tower assessment.

Once you enter the Pill Tower, you will have access to more advanced knowledge of alchemy, and you will be one step closer to restoring your former strength.

After this pill-tasting competition, Xiao Fan's reputation spread far and wide.

The news that "the eldest son of the Xiao family has become a disciple of the elder of the Dan Tower" quickly spread throughout the entire Donglin City.

Some were envious, but most were curious—how did this former loser manage to achieve this?

In the west courtyard of the Xiao family mansion, Xiao Ming kicked the table in front of him to the ground, his face extremely gloomy.

"Danta, what right does he have!" Xiao Ming's eyes turned red, and his facial muscles contorted.

Sun Xingzhou, standing beside him, also looked displeased: "Young Master, this boy is currently riding high on his popularity, we can't wait any longer."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean..." Sun Xingzhou made a throat-slitting gesture, "Before he's fully developed, it's best to strike first."

Xiao Ming remained silent for a long time, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

Are you sure?

"I've already contacted a third-grade Spirit Realm assassin. As long as there's enough money, everything is negotiable."

"How many?"

Five thousand taels.

"Deal," Xiao Ming said through gritted teeth.

late at night.

Inside the alchemy room, Xiao Fan sat cross-legged and began refining pills again.

Since breaking through to the sixth rank of the Profound Realm, he has been able to skillfully refine second-rank pills.

A batch of pills contains at least seven or eight pills.

At the same time, the Qiankun Creation Cauldron in his sea of ​​consciousness also began to slowly rotate.

As the last pill was about to be completed, Xiao Fan felt a chill run down his spine.

This is murderous intent.

He suddenly opened his eyes and flashed away.

"laugh-"

A flash of cold light swept past his neck, lifting a few strands of hair and pinning them to the wall—it was a black dagger.

From the darkness emerged a man shrouded in a black robe, with only his cold eyes visible.

"Their reaction was quite quick."

Xiao Fan stood up, looked at the other person, and remained calm.

The third grade of the Spirit Realm.

A direct confrontation is definitely not an option, but on his own turf, he has plenty of ways to deal with things.

He asked, "Who sent you?"

"The dead don't need to know the answers."

The man in black lunged again, his dagger flashing towards his throat.