Chapter 211 Refining the Golden Core Formation Pill (Spiritual Object)

Based on the military merits the Chen Family had achieved, they should have only been allocated 2 Nourishing Spirit Pills. Yet Lyra unhesitatingly gave Eldrin 4 pills in 1 go, intending to distribute the remaining 3 among the other 3 great families.

Her 2 disciples, backed by her support, actually did not lack ordinary third-grade elixirs, so this allocation was effectively given to Eldrin (Person Name).

After successfully refining the Nurturing Spirit Pill, Lyra ignited the cauldron once more to craft the Dharma Essence Pill. This extraordinary spiritual object could augment a Purple Mansion cultivator's cultivation by 30 years, yet its refinement difficulty ranked among the most challenging even within the upper-tier third-grade elixirs.

Lyra spent 7 full days refining it, yet successfully produced a full 5 pills.

5 pills were refined in a single batch.

"Your alchemy skills rank among the finest even within the realm of fourth-tier, lower-grade alchemists."

Eldrin accepted the Dharma Essence Pill, unable to suppress a look of pleasant surprise.

She shook her head, a faint smile glimmering in her bright eyes. "After accumulating for so many years, had it not been to mend my spiritual foundation, I might have already become a mid-level Tier-4 Alchemist."

"Take 2 of these Dharma Essence Pills (Spiritual Object). Set aside 1 of the remaining 3 for Su Mingwei (Person Name), and let the Xu and Yang families exchange spirit stones for the rest."

Eldrin nodded slightly. The spoils obtained after conquering a Golden Core realm force were indeed exceptionally abundant.

Several major Zi Fu immortal clans divided a vast quantity of treasures. Combined with the third-grade pills successfully refined this time, they could be said to have reaped enormous profits. The high-level treasures they obtained were nearly equivalent to a century's worth of their clans' income.

However, after exchanging for these treasures, their military merits were already insufficient, for the combined merits of everyone present could not even compare to 1 or 2-tenths of Lyra's.

The Dharma Essence Pill (Spiritual Object) was no ordinary treasure. Upon consumption, it could save an ordinary Zifu cultivator 3 decades of arduous cultivation. With its value exceeding 80,000 spirit stones, it would naturally no longer be gratuitously bestowed upon them.

After refining the Dharma Essence Pill (Spiritual Object), Lyra (Person Name) finally prepared to begin crafting the Golden Core Formation Pill (Spiritual Object).

She retrieved the Demon King's Inner Core and the Heavenly Heart Flower, her expression grave as she said, "I hope this alchemy session will yield 2 pills."

Lyra had promised Yan Zijie that she would give her the Demon King's Inner Core. However, now that she had obtained the Heart of Heaven Herb, she could refine a Golden Core Formation Pill for Yan Zijie.

If she successfully refined 1 Golden Core Formation Pill (Spiritual Object), it would still be a loss. But if she managed to produce 2 Golden Core Formation Pills (Spiritual Object), it would be equivalent to gaining an extra pill.

The Golden Core Formation Pill (Spiritual Object) starts at a value of 1 million, with typical transaction prices mostly exceeding 2,000,000 spirit stones. If she could successfully refine 1 additional pill, it would be equivalent to effortlessly gaining 2,000,000 spirit stones, greatly alleviating her financial pressure.

After all, ever since she broke through to the Purple Mansion realm, the spiritual vein grade of Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location) had become somewhat inadequate. Moreover, her cultivation would consume even more resources. If she lacked sufficient spirit stones, her progress would likely slow considerably.

Eldrin observed while processing the spiritual herbs, his expression growing solemn.

Refining a fourth-tier pill was an immensely difficult task, and the only part he could contribute to was handling the supplementary ingredients.

Even with Lyra's current level of cultivation, it took a full 3 months to refine the demon core into a concentrated medicinal liquid.

After refining the Heavenly Heart Flower and supplementary ingredients, it took nearly half a year to finally produce 4 globes of elixir fluid.

To Eldrin's (Person Name) astonishment, she decisively merged the 4 clusters of pill liquid into 2. The combined pill liquids saw a tremendous boost in medicinal potency, and despite significant evaporation under the true flame's tempering, they were rapidly taking shape.

As if sensing Eldrin’s astonishment, Lyra remarked with an unperturbed expression.

"This is the Pill Synthesis Method, which combines the medicinal liquids to increase the success rate of pill formation."

"When refining high-grade elixirs, you may also attempt to employ this method."

No sooner had her words faded than she channeled her magic power with renewed gravity, finally shaping 2 of the pill liquids into form.

A soft hum resonated as the alchemy cauldron trembled slightly, and 2 golden-glowing treasure pills soared forth from within.

It is done.

Lyra carefully stored the 2 precious elixirs in the treasure box, then couldn't resist nestling against his chest.

A single refinement yielding 2 pills—this was akin to earning 2,000,000 spirit stones in 1 stroke. How could such a windfall not delight her?

Eldrin wrapped his arm around her slender waist, noticing how her soft, graceful figure stirred a fire within him. He realized that before others, she was an unattainable, peerless celestial beauty, yet in his presence, she became exceptionally alluring and enchanting.

Having successfully refined 2 Golden Core Formation Pills (Spiritual Object), Lyra (Person Name) and Eldrin (Person Name) returned to their spiritual pond cavern abode.

Upon entering the Spirit Pond Cave Abode, the 2 discovered a woman of exquisite curves standing silently. Draped in an exquisite violet gown, she watched them with a gentle smile gracing her features.

The woman was none other than Yan Zijie, who had been waiting for quite some time. When she saw Eldrin (Person Name) approaching side by side with Lyra (Person Name), an inexplicable glimmer flashed through her bright eyes.

After all, Lyra's closest confidante was a Golden Core Elder, and the 2 likely had more to discuss. Thus, Eldrin decided it was best to take his leave.

"I have some matters to attend to first. Please continue your conversation without me."

Lyra nodded with a gentle smile. "Mm, I'll find you later."

He gave a slight bow to Yan Zi Ji and then turned to leave the Spirit Pond Abode.

Watching Eldrin depart, Yan Zijie quickly stepped forward to link arms with Lyra and asked, "How did it go?"

"2 pills successfully refined. I daresay I have not disgraced the mission entrusted to me."

A smile graced Lyra's lips as she produced a Golden Core Formation Pill (Spiritual Object).

Yan Zijie took it and examined it, unable to suppress a look of delight. Still, she couldn't help adding, "Since you also lack a suitable candidate for the other 1, why not sell it to me as well?"

Lyra's brow twitched slightly as she recalled the details about the Violet Abyss Sect. Established over 800 years ago, it was a renowned female cultivation sect in Ji Province that had attracted countless female cultivators from all 6 kingdoms within the region.

2 100 years ago, Yan Zi Ji (Person Name) arrived from the eastern seashore and joined the Ziyuan Sect (Sect Name). After being intensively mentored by the previous sect leader, she eventually ascended to lead the Ziyuan Sect (Sect Name).

Moreover, she had a sister from the same clan, whose name was Lingji (Person Name).

That Spirit Maiden was a cultivator with a Wind Spiritual Root (Spiritual Root). Though merely 2 100-some years of age, she had already broken through Foundation Establishment once and attained the False Core realm.

At this moment, Lady Yan Zi was purchasing 2 Golden Core Formation Pills (Spiritual Object) in 1 go, clearly demonstrating her deep affection for her sworn sisters.

When it came to selling the remaining Golden Core Formation Pill (Spiritual Object), Lyra (Person Name) naturally prioritized her closest confidantes. She sold the pills to Yan Zi Ji for 2,000,000 spirit stones.

Yan ZiJi purchased the treasure before finally having the leisure to tease Lyra (Person Name): "I heard you've taken a liking to a Purple Mansion cultivator."

"I was wondering who could possibly earn your high regard, and it turns out to be the renowned Sword Immortal of Bianzhou."

"No wonder." A hint of teasing flickered in Violet Princess's eyes. "Everyone knows Eldrin possesses celestial beauty that seems descended from the heavens, with methods as sharp as a sword immortal's blade."

"A prodigy like him has boundless future prospects. This is your chance to get close while the moon shines brightest—who knows when I might make my move otherwise."

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Lyra's lips. "Then you're no match for me."

"How did you know I couldn't outbid you?" Yan ZiJi (Person Name) retorted indignantly.

Lyra remained expressionless, her face etched with solemnity as she declared, "You're not as beautiful as I am."

"You... hmph."

Chapter 1: The Reborn Youth The biting cold wind swept across the training grounds, carrying with it the scent of frost and decay. Li Ming, a youth of merely 16 years, stood trembling amidst the swirling snowflakes, his thin robes offering little protection against the elements. "Still stuck at the third level of Qi Refinement after 3 years?" A mocking voice cut through the wind as Elder Zhang approached, his crimson robes embroidered with silver runes seeming to repel the falling snow. "Even the most mediocre outer sect disciple would have reached the fifth level by now." Li Ming lowered his head, his chapped lips pressed into a thin line. He remembered everything - how he, the once proud young master of the Li Family, had been reduced to this state after his spiritual roots were damaged in that "accident." The memory of falling from the seventh level of Qi Refinement to his current state still burned in his chest like hot iron. "Elder," Li Ming spoke quietly, his breath forming mist in the air, "I only request 1 more month. The Outer Sect Tournament-" "Enough!" The elder's sleeve flicked, sending a gust of wind that nearly knocked Li Ming off his feet. "The tournament begins in 10 days. Do you truly believe a miracle will occur in such short time?" As the elder strode away, his footsteps leaving no impression on the accumulating snow, Li Ming's fingers curled into fists so tight his nails drew blood from his palms. He watched the retreating figure until it vanished beyond the ice-encrusted archway of the training grounds. Returning to his humble dwelling - a small wooden hut at the edge of the outer sect compound - Li Ming sat cross-legged on the worn meditation cushion. He closed his eyes, attempting to circulate what little spiritual energy remained in his dantian. The familiar, searing pain returned, as if countless needles were piercing his meridians. Just as despair began to cloud his mind, a strange warmth blossomed in his chest. The jade pendant that had been passed down through his family for generations - previously dull and lifeless - now glowed with an ethereal blue light. "After 1 100 years... the seal finally breaks." A voice, ancient and resonant, echoed directly within his consciousness. Before Li Ming could react, a flood of memories not his own surged into his mind. Techniques long lost to time, alchemical formulas of unimaginable complexity, battle experiences spanning millennia - all merged with his own consciousness until the distinction blurred. When he opened his eyes again, they held a depth that hadn't been there before. The pain in his meridians had vanished, replaced by a circulating spiritual energy more refined and powerful than anything he had ever possessed. "So the Heavenly Dao has granted me a second chance," he murmured, examining the jade pendant that now pulsed rhythmically with light. "Very well. Those who destroyed my family, who shattered my spiritual roots... they shall learn what true despair tastes like." He stood, his movements now fluid and assured. With a mere thought, spiritual energy coalesced around him, causing the temperature in the small hut to drop precipitously. Frost patterns spread across the wooden walls as he extended his palm, where a miniature vortex of ice and wind danced above his fingertips. "The 9 Revolutions Frozen Soul Art," he whispered the name of a cultivation technique that hadn't been seen in the mortal realm for over 10 1000 years. "An appropriate beginning." Outside, the snow continued to fall, blanketing the mountains in silent white. But within the humble hut, a storm was brewing - 1 that would soon sweep across the entire cultivation world.