Six more months passed in a blur of work, study, and exhaustion.
Han Yu threw himself completely into his routine. Every day was planned down to the last quarter hour. Morning and noon were spent refining Blood Flood Pills or whatever other pills happened to be in demand that week.
Afternoon was spent in lecture halls of the puppet peak. Evenings were spent studying manuals or quietly practicing in the rented workshops where sparks, quiet curses, and the occasional explosion from other disciples filled the air.
His identity within the sect grew more established.
His reputation as an alchemist was now solid, and unlike before, no one paid him any odd attention. A disciple who could make steady profits through pill refinement was relatively common in the sect.
