The Eternal Saint of Alchemy

Xiao Fan glanced at him and suddenly sighed.

To break through to the Celestial Realm, this man paid far too high a price—scheming, sacrifice, and even nearly losing his life.

But when he actually faced the relics of the Supreme Pill Saint, he realized that it was all a crooked and heretical path.

"Palace Master," Xiao Fan said, "if you are willing, the two of us can study together. Although I am young, I have quite a bit of knowledge about alchemy."

Yin Tianyuan raised his head and looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Are you willing to part with it?"

Xiao Fan said, "The inheritance is placed here to be displayed to everyone. Besides, you also preserved a wisp of my father's remnant soul. I owe you a favor."

Yin Tianyuan remained silent for a long time before finally gently putting down the bamboo slip.

"Alright." He turned around, looked at the constantly rotating nebula, and said, "Then let's study it together."

This observation lasted for seven days.

Xiao Fan's soul drifted among the nebula, and countless alchemy methods flowed into his sea of ​​consciousness like a gentle stream.

The things left behind by the Grandmaster of Alchemy were indeed vast and profound, with nearly a thousand different pill formulas ranging from Grade 1 to Grade 9, and the alchemy techniques among them were beyond Xiao Fan's imagination.

What surprised him most was "Divine Soul Alchemy," which requires no alchemy furnace or medicinal herbs. It only requires the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as materials and the divine soul as a furnace to directly create pills.

This is a more advanced application of the Qiankun Refining God Technique, which perfectly complements the path Xiao Fan is currently cultivating.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye, and the group emerged from the void.

The bronze gate behind them closed automatically, and the runes on it dimmed, returning to calm.

On the way back, the atmosphere at the Iceship team was completely different from when they arrived.

Yin Tianyuan stood at the bow of the ship, silent, but the anxiety between his brows had dissipated considerably.

Granny Miao dozed off leaning against the gunwale, Tie Yan snored at the stern, and Liu Ruyan sat in the cabin with her knees drawn up to her chest, reading through the insights recorded in the jade slip.

Xiao Fan sat in the cabin, holding a soul bead in his hand. Inside was a fragment of his father's soul, and he could feel a trace of warmth from it.

"Father, I have discovered the treasures left behind by the Grandmaster of Alchemy. Although I cannot revive you immediately, as long as I find a way to repair your soul, one day you will awaken."

Yun Ruoxi leaned on his shoulder and asked softly, "Is something on your mind?"

Xiao Fan laughed and said, "I just wanted to go home. I've been away for so long, and I really miss Grandpa."

She smiled and said, "Then let's go quickly."

The ice ship cut through the waves, and the outline of Obsidian Peak ahead became increasingly clear. The wind was still so cold, but Xiao Fan's heart was warmer than ever before.

The snowstorm in the north is about to stop.

When the ice ship docked, the summit of Obsidian was already covered with a thick layer of snow.

Xiao Fan walked to the ice cliff, turned his head, and gazed at the boundless ice sea.

Where the sea meets the sky, a faint golden light shines through the clouds, bringing warmth to this cold world.

As expected, the wind direction in the northern region began to change.

Yin Tianyuan stood with his hands behind his back, his silver robe swaying gently in the wind. He noticed Xiao Fan looking at him and nodded.

"Young Master Xiao, would you be willing to stay at the North Sea Pill Palace for a while longer? I will have someone collect all the secret alchemy texts of the entire Northern Region for you to study."

Xiao Fan shook his head and said, "I haven't been home for a long time, it's time to go back. If you're interested, you can send someone to the Pill Tower to find me."

Yin Tianyuan did not try to persuade him to stay. Instead, he took out a silver token from his sleeve: "This is the guest token of the North Sea Pill Palace. With this token, you can freely enter and leave the Northern Region and purchase items from major pharmacies and spirit mines at the lowest prices. Consider it a small token of my appreciation."

Xiao Fan took the token, examined it carefully, and then put it away: "Thank you, Palace Master."

"Furthermore," Yin Tianyuan paused, then continued, "Although I preserved your father's soul fragments, they are severely damaged and will require a great deal of time and resources to repair. I have a method for nourishing the soul here; take it and follow it, it might come in handy."

He handed Xiao Fan a silk scroll as thin as a cicada's wing, covered with dense notes on repairing the soul.

Xiao Fan carefully put it away, cupped his hands and said, "I will remember the Palace Master's great kindness."

Yin Tianyuan smiled slightly, turned around, and walked towards the depths of Obsidian Peak. His figure gradually disappeared into the wind and snow, and he was nowhere to be seen.

Grandma Miao, leaning on her cane, walked up to Xiao Fan and stuffed a black bag into his hands: "Young man, this is a Soul-Nourishing Gu from Southern Xinjiang. Grind it into powder, soak it in wine, and it can nourish your father's soul. Don't think it's ugly; it's a treasure!"

Xiao Fan accepted it, both amused and exasperated, saying, "Thank you."

From afar, Tie Yan shouted, "Young Xiao, next time I'm in the Western Regions, I'll definitely treat you to a drink! I can have as much wine as I want!"

Xiao Fan smiled and waved his hand.

Not far away, Liu Ruyan was packing her luggage with a group of disciples from the East Sea Pill Pavilion. Their eyes met, and she nodded slightly, her posture still indifferent, but her eyes held a hint of approval.

"Farewell, Young Master Xiao, in the Southern Region." She left those words behind and turned to board the ship heading east.

Xiao Fan watched as everyone walked away and sighed deeply.

"They've all left." Yun Ruoxi walked to his side and fastened his coat.

Xiao Fan took her little hand and jumped onto his mount.

This time, he walked much more easily than when he came.

On the way back, Xiao Fan had already begun to study the silk scroll that Yin Tianyuan had given him.

The method for nourishing the soul recorded in the silk scroll was indeed exquisite. Combined with dozens of spiritual herbs and a special mental cultivation technique, it could be nurtured day and night. Although it could not immediately repair my father's soul, it could at least stop him from weakening further.

"It's just like growing flowers," Xiao Fan said to Yun Ruoxi. "You scatter the petals on the ground, water and fertilize them every day, and let them grow slowly."

"How long will it take?"

"I don't know," Xiao Fan replied truthfully. "However, even if there's only a sliver of hope, I won't give up."

Yun Ruoxi squeezed his hand but didn't say anything.

Han Fei rode up, his face beaming with excitement: "Brother Xiao, you've come back this time, you must take a good rest for a while. I'll have the chef prepare a sumptuous feast for you right away."

By the way, that fat guy Fan Jian sent me a letter from Donglin City, saying that your Fanchen Danfang has opened three branches and business is booming!

Upon hearing the name Fan Jian, Xiao Fan chuckled, "This fat guy really has a talent for business."

"A few days ago, your grandfather wrote you a letter, asking you to come home as soon as possible."

Xiao Fan felt a warmth in his heart: "It should be soon. We should be able to reach the capital within ten days. After I bring my mother and the Tower Master back, we'll go to Donglin City."