Let me Touch your Tail

Chapter 78

Back Mountain of the Cloud-Refining Sect, Immortal Ridge

Dao Ling stood with his hands behind his back in front of a jade tablet. Below this jade tablet lay a legend of the Cloud-Refining Sect from a past generation.

Dao Ling took out a jade box from his sleeve, containing the Soul-Yang Pill, and placed it gently on the tablet.

His hand traced the characters on the tablet, as if through the cold inscriptions, he could see the person buried in the mud with the coffin.

"Back then, you did call me 'Senior Brother' once," Dao Ling lowered his gaze, his usually calm eyes showing pain and sorrow, "But how is it that, for the sake of an outsider, you turned against your Senior Brother?"

"Even though you were stubborn, I, as your Senior Brother, still had to consider you."

"You will eventually understand that only I, Senior Brother, am truly sincere towards you."

"Once I've cleared away the demons and monsters that entangle you, we can return to the way things were."

"Yuanqing, wait a little longer."

Yan Zhao had lunch and was feeling drowsy, wanting to take a nap. However, the Apothecary Master was impatient and asked her to repeat the steps of refining the Blood Coagulation Pills.

Faced with the Apothecary Master's hopeful eyes, Yan Zhao reluctantly agreed, "Alright."

Before she could finish speaking, she yawned lazily.

Then, she hugged the alchemy furnace, having become quite skilled at igniting the alchemy fire.

Following Ren Qingyue's instructions, she focused on maintaining the furnace.

Although it wasn't perfect, it was much smoother than before, and she successfully refined another batch of Blood Coagulation Pills.

Even though the quality of the pills Yan Zhao made was subpar, the Apothecary Master's wrinkled old face was beaming with joy.

The power of the soul is much harder to cultivate than physical strength. With her innate advantage, though she started slowly, once her cultivation improves, she will undoubtedly become a master alchemist.

The Apothecary Master was very pleased and found his disciple increasingly endearing.

Yan Zhao yawned again, "I'm going to sleep now."

The Apothecary Master, rubbing his hands with a smile, said, "Go ahead, go ahead. Good disciple, sleep a little longer."

Yan Zhao took the little fox and went to the inner room to rest, while the Apothecary Master pondered the feasibility of the suggestions Ren Qingyue had proposed.

At that moment, Elder Wu arrived at the Alchemy Tower and transmitted a message to the Apothecary Master: "Sect Master, the people from the Treasure Pavilion have arrived."

The Treasure Pavilion?

The Apothecary Master remembered that only half of the alchemy furnaces had been delivered in the morning, with the remaining five thousand to be delivered in the afternoon.

And now they had arrived.

Upon hearing this, the Apothecary Master was about to stand up when his squinting eyes suddenly widened.

He turned to look at the alchemy furnace Yan Zhao had used.

Yan Zhao's soul power was strong, and the low-grade alchemy furnaces could not withstand high temperatures, making them unsuitable.