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Inside the Alliance, a few old men—each with gray hair and long white beards—had surrounded Wei Yang, clinging to him like stubborn vines. No matter what he said, they refused to let go, practically dragging him all the way toward the Pill Hall.
Along the way, the alliance members who saw this were utterly stunned. Those few old men—no, those few elders—what kind of wind had gotten into them today?
This scene... why did it feel so familiar? Right—when Alliance Master Xiao came back that year, wasn't it exactly like this too?
Realizing that, everyone suddenly had the same thought, and their faces lit up with excitement as they quietly followed along behind. After all, wasn't this mysterious Alliance Master Wei also a renowned alchemist?
"You all…" Wei Yang was half-dragged down the corridor, a helpless smile tugging at his lips. "Elders, there are so many people watching us in the alliance right now. Let go first—this pulling and tugging doesn't look very dignified, does it?"
But the old men looked completely unconcerned.
Dignity? Who cared about that anymore? They'd already tossed away their faces—what use was pride compared to a single high-grade pill? Compared to the value of a Tier 8 pill, what were dignity and decorum worth?
Xiao Ding and a few of the younger ones followed behind, barely holding back laughter. Their persuasion alone might not have worked, but with these old men in action, the result was guaranteed. As the saying went—an old man in the family is like a treasure.
Wei Yang could only give a speechless smile. Fine then. It seemed that unless he refined a pill, there was no escaping this. So be it. After all these years of being a hands-off Alliance Master, he might as well make it up to them a little.
The Alliance Master Wei was going to refine pills!
When this news spread through the Alliance like a storm, the entire organization erupted into a frenzy. The Pill Hall Plaza was soon packed with people—countless strong cultivators gathered, filling the square to the brim.
Even those who had been in seclusion rushed out to witness the event. Of course, those newly arrived experts could only stand far at the outer edge, watching from a distance. Closer to the center were the proud alchemists of the Pill Hall, who had secured the best viewing spots.
Naturally, no one dared to challenge their place.
Silence filled the air.
Thousands of eyes burned with reverence, excitement, and awe—fixed on the black-robed young man sitting cross-legged in the middle of the square. The most mysterious figure in the Yang Yan Alliance, their long-absent Alliance Master, had finally returned from the Central Plains.
Now—he was going to refine pills in public!
Wei Yang sat calmly on a meditation cushion, his gaze sweeping over the plaza before giving a faint nod. Compared to the past, the Pill Hall had indeed expanded greatly. Now, there were several Tier 6 alchemists among them.
Although still far from matching the great sects of the Central Plains, for a region as barren as the northwest, such progress in less than ten years was already remarkable.
He spoke faintly, his voice carrying clearly across the entire plaza: "Today, I will open the cauldron and refine a Tier 8 pill. You may observe freely—perhaps it will be of some benefit to your own paths."
As his calm words fell, the hearts of every alchemist in the crowd trembled violently.
Their gazes blazed with fanatic admiration, fixed upon Wei Yang. They had guessed he might refine something extraordinary—likely a Tier 8 pill, just as Alliance Master Xiao had once done. But hearing him say it himself still sent waves of shock surging through their hearts.
Tier 8!
Such a level of pill—across the entire continent—could only be refined by a handful of people, true masters among masters.
As his words faded, Wei Yang didn't bother with their awe. He lifted his hand lightly—
With a low hum, the Ten-Thousand Beast Cauldron floated up before him, hanging suspended in the air, before slowly settling down in front of him.
Boom!
Then, with another flick of his hand, countless medicinal ingredients—each radiating immense energy—appeared one after another, swirling around him in midair. A light snap of his fingers—
A ball of black flame roared forth, rushing into the cauldron.
Hwoosh!
As the black fire blazed fiercely within the cauldron, the temperature across the entire plaza—and even the surrounding area—soared instantly.
Refining a Tier 8 pill was simply effortless for Wei Yang at his current level. He controlled the flame's temperature with one hand, while the other swept out his sleeve.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!
Hundreds of high-tier medicinal herbs that circled him were suddenly drawn in, like rivers converging into the sea, each one plunging into the cauldron amid gasps of awe. Inside, the black flame devoured them instantly, refining their essence in the blink of an eye.
The entire process flowed smoothly—graceful and unbroken—his movements fluid like water, the refinement speed astonishingly fast. That effortless rhythm mesmerized everyone watching.
As each herb merged into the cauldron, a vast and boundless soul pressure began to spread outward from Wei Yang, expanding across the plaza.
The alchemists present immediately felt their expressions change. That overwhelming soul pressure—like divine might descending from the heavens—made their hearts tremble and their eyes fill with awe.
"What a terrifying soul pressure… it feels like the descent of heavenly wrath itself!"
Fa Ma's pupils contracted slightly, as if realizing something—could this be that legendary realm?
The scorching temperature spread out from within the dark red cauldron, causing the air above to grow increasingly dry and hot. Refining a Tier 8 pill was an extremely complicated process.
The hundreds of rare high-grade medicinal ingredients alone were enough to overwhelm most of the alchemists present—not to mention actually refining them. For many of them, even keeping all those ingredients floating in midair without losing control would already be a nightmare.
One after another, high-grade medicinal herbs—many of which the onlookers had never even heard of—were continuously fed into the cauldron. Inside, the black flame rolled and surged. With what looked like a simple flicker, it perfectly extracted the pure essence from each herb.
Those condensed essences hovered within the cauldron, glowing like countless stars scattered across the night sky—dense and brilliant—each radiating astonishing waves of pure energy. This time, the pill Wei Yang was refining was the Purple Azure Supreme Pill.
Under normal circumstances, this kind of pill would summon three-colored Pill Lightning. But for Wei Yang now, refining such a pill posed absolutely no difficulty. He could practically complete it with his eyes closed.
With a mid-stage Heaven Realm soul and Ban Sheng cultivation realm, he was leagues stronger than he had been back during the Pill Gathering years ago.
Half a day passed quietly.
The medicinal essences had been fully refined. Now came the condensation phase. The countless alchemists gathered across the plaza were completely absorbed, mesmerized by Wei Yang's seamless, flowing control.
They hardly even noticed the passage of time.
At the same time, the reverence and admiration in their eyes grew deeper and deeper—until it became complete worship.
To them, Wei Yang's methods were simply beyond mortal comprehension—divine, even. Compared to him, even that former Tier 8 Alchemist Master—Alliance Master Xiao—seemed slightly inferior.
Time flowed on silently in this solemn atmosphere, nearly three full days passing before anyone realized. During those three days, more and more experts from the alliance had arrived, drawn by the sight of Wei Yang's pill refinement.
In the end, the plaza surrounding the Pill Hall became completely packed. Even the rooftops of the surrounding buildings were filled with onlookers.
Seeing this, Xiao Ding had no choice but to mobilize the alliance's guards to maintain order—lest some fool disturb Wei Yang mid-refinement. A Tier 8 pill was far too valuable. If the process failed because of interference, the loss would be beyond calculation.
If such a disaster really happened, the gathered alchemists might just tear the culprit apart on the spot. Under countless anxious gazes, nearly another two days passed. Then, at some unknown moment, a thick, rich fragrance began to spread through the air above the plaza.
Just a whiff of it made one's spirit tremble, and even the Dou Qi in their bodies began circulating faster, more vibrant and alive. Everyone's breathing grew slightly ragged. Then—
Rumble!
From the clear, cloudless sky above came a deep roll of thunder. At the same time, the energy between heaven and earth abruptly turned chaotic and violent.
In an instant, heavy dark clouds gathered in the heavens, pressing low and dense. Within them, faint serpents of lightning flickered and danced.
"The pill is about to form!"
"By the heavens—it's Pill Lightning! The legendary Pill Lightning!"
The crowd erupted in awe and fear as the sky, moments ago clear and calm, became a churning sea of thunderclouds.
Many of the stronger cultivators went pale—they could feel the terrifying energy condensed within that storm. If that power were to be unleashed freely, the entire imperial city might be reduced to rubble.
"No need to panic." Wei Yang slowly opened his eyes, his calm voice washing over the crowd and soothing their fear. He raised his head toward the darkened sky.
The thunderclouds churned and twisted, their colors gradually shifting and brightening. In less than two minutes, the once-black clouds transformed before countless astonished eyes—into a dazzling, four-colored Pill Lightning storm.
"Oh? Four colors, huh?" Wei Yang's lips curved into a faint, amused smile.
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