Chapter 162: Refining Pills, Martial Soul Evolution!
Urged on by the Eight Spider Lances, Tang San glanced down at the dying Tang Hao before him, his brow furrowing slightly. He muttered to himself, "Although using the Eight Spider Lances to remove the toxins from Dad's body might inadvertently drain his life force and soul power, I'm doing this for his own good. After all, if I don't help Dad remove the deadly poison, he probably won't even make it through the night."
Without hesitation, guided by his will, Tang San's Eight Spider Lances pierced through Tang Hao's body.
Instantly, streams of purple energy flowed slowly into his body through the Eight Spider Lances.
At the same time, Tang San's aura surged.
"The power of a Titled Douluo is indeed different."
"Dad, just hold on a little longer. I believe it won't be long before I can absorb all the toxins from your body."
Tang San could clearly feel his soul power increase again.
"Cough..."
Under the continuous absorption of the Eight Spider Lances, the deadly poison of the Death Spider King in Tang Hao's body had indeed decreased considerably, and he slowly regained consciousness.
"Little San, what are you doing?"
Opening his hazy eyes, Tang Hao frowned slightly and asked in a low voice.
Hearing this, Tang San finally came to his senses, immediately retracting the Eight Spider Lances from his back into his body, and said without batting an eye, "Dad, I was just using the external soul bone Eight Spider Lances to help you remove the deadly poison from your body. Do you feel much better now?"
Tang Hao circulated his spiritual power and briefly sensed himself.
He found that the poison in his body was indeed much less than before, and at the same time, he also found that his body had suddenly become very weak, with a feeling that his cultivation had regressed.
...
At this moment, in the Yin-Yang Eyes of Ice and Fire.
A black medicine cauldron stood steadily on the mountain peak, and a ball of red flame inside the cauldron flickered, constantly leaping and churning, emitting scorching heat waves.
In front of the medicine cauldron, a blue-robed youth sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, his expression solemn.
His breath resonated with the rhythm of the flames, as if he had become one with them, his body radiating a faint blue-gold glow as he silently observed everything within the cauldron.
After the flames had been rising within the cauldron for nearly a minute, Tang Chuan suddenly waved his hand gently towards the herbs in front of him.
Instantly, a bright green herb floated up and was tossed directly into the cauldron. The moment the herb entered, the red flames devoured it like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, quickly withering and turning yellow.
"Now it's time to control the heat."
With his eyes fixed on the herbs in the cauldron, Tang Chuan used his soul power to suppress the temperature of the red flames to a critical point.
He made it appear fierce, yet unable to burn the herbs to ashes; merely roasting them, just enough to extract the pure medicinal power from them.
As the flames continued to roast, the bright green herb rapidly withered and turned yellow. However, at this moment, the pure medicinal power contained within it was completely forced out by the flames, turning into tiny emerald green droplets that floated at the top of the cauldron.
Half an hour later,
Tang Chuan gently waved his hand, and the withered herb was swept out of the cauldron, finally falling to the ground and turning into a pile of black ash.
The emerald green droplets were collected in a bottle beforehand.
"Not bad, you actually used your mental power to control the temperature of the flames to refine it. This not only removes all the harmful impurities from the herb but also extracts all the pure medicinal power. Kid, you're truly a genius!"
Looking at the ashes on the ground, Dugu Bo couldn't help but praise him.
In his understanding, people on the Douluo Continent usually swallowed rare and precious herbs raw. While this could enhance their strength, it also meant ingesting the harmful substances in the herbs, since all medicines have some degree of toxicity.
"Haha, I learned these techniques from someone else." Tang Chuan waved his hand lightly and continued adding medicinal herbs to the cauldron, blurting out the answer.
Looking at the cauldron with its flames constantly churning, Dugu Bo couldn't help but ask, "Who did you learn from?"
Tang Chuan didn't hesitate at all and said calmly, "I learned from someone named Xiao Yan."
"Who is Xiao Yan?"
Upon hearing this, Dugu Bo frowned, looking somewhat bewildered.
At this moment, Tang Chuan realized his mistake, awkwardly scratching his head and smiling slightly, "Oh, this person is an alchemist I met in a dream."
Then, he waved his hand impatiently, saying, "Hey, why do you ask so many questions? Do you still want your Spirit to evolve?"
Dugu Bo nodded repeatedly, eager to show off.
Tang Chuan glanced to the side and said indifferently, "If you do, go stand guard over there and don't bother me."
Hearing this, Dugu Bo had no choice but to step aside, warily scanning his surroundings, remaining vigilant.
Tang Chuan, meanwhile, continued to use his mental power to control the temperature of the flames within the cauldron, meticulously and skillfully refining the remaining medicinal herbs using the same method.
Time passed unnoticed.
Several hours later, the final stage of the fusion process finally arrived.
Inside the medicine cauldron, several clumps of liquid of different colors slowly wriggled, rolled, and merged under the influence of the flames, each drop seemingly possessing its own life.
Slowly opening his palm, Tang Chuan revealed a ball of golden liquid.
It was the bloodline of the Golden Holy Dragon.
With a gentle wave of his hand, this golden liquid, as if possessing sentience, steadily flew into the medicine cauldron.
Immediately, Tang Chuan clenched his fist, and all the liquids within the cauldron began to merge, their colors and auras constantly intertwining, energy surging.
However, this golden liquid seemed to possess a self-awareness, constantly resisting merging with the other liquids. It flowed about, trying to escape the constraints of merging.
"What? The bloodline of the Golden Holy Dragon can actually resist?" Looking at this scene, Tang Chuan's expression changed slightly, and he exclaimed in disbelief.
The scene also caused Xiao Rui'er, not far away, to frown slightly, then flashed to the medicine cauldron.
The next second, she lowered her head, bit her finger, and a drop of blood slowly dripped into the medicine cauldron.
Instantly, the golden liquid seemed to be restrained, unable to move for a moment, and was quickly suppressed, ultimately forced to obediently begin to fuse with the medicinal liquid. The golden light slowly blended with the colors of the other medicinal herbs, and the entire cauldron shimmered with a soft and clear radiance.
Fusion is the most crucial step in alchemy; even the slightest mistake can cause the painstakingly refined medicinal liquid to burn away in an instant.
Although this step was extremely dangerous, fortunately, Tang Chuan meticulously oversaw it.
Therefore, the worst-case scenario did not occur.
After several hours of fusion, a nascent pill radiating golden light finally slowly took shape in the cauldron!
The instant the pill was fully formed, everyone clearly felt the energy in the surrounding world fluctuate slightly.
"Come on, Dragon Transformation Divine Pill!"
With a slight frown, Tang Chuan suddenly stood up, then reached out and drew the pill into the cauldron, as if drawn by gravity, into his palm.
Immediately afterward, he raised his hand and gently tossed the pill towards Dugu Bo behind him.
"Senior Dugu, the pill I promised you is finished. Quickly take it and see how far your Spirit, the Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor, can evolve."
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