The meeting room of the Utopia military camp was filled with a chaotic mix of exotic fragrances. On the table lay three piles of immortal herbs Zhang Peng had prepared—the herbs Yue Qianchou had requested for refining the Great Restriction Breaking Pill, the Marrow Cleansing Pill, and the Ascension Pill were all complete. Standing to one side, Yue Qianchou compared the three piles against the jade slip containing the pill formulas. Once he confirmed there were no mistakes, he held the jade slip and committed the refining methods for all three immortal pills to memory, reciting them backward with perfect fluency before finally putting it away.
Looking at the three piles of immortal herbs on the table, Yue Qianchou silently went through the refining process once more in his mind. Only after confirming that he was confident did he let out a breath.
Master was about to refine pills. Zhang Peng's face was brimming with excitement. He had long heard Guan Yu say that his master's pill-refining skill had reached a transcendent, saintly realm. Even Chen Feng, Utopia's foremost pill-refining expert, had once said that compared to Master in the path of alchemy, he was but the light of a grain of rice daring to contend with the radiance of the bright moon. Unfortunately, Zhang Peng had never seen it for himself. He had not expected to witness it today.
Just as Zhang Peng unconsciously began backing away to make room, Yue Qianchou calmly swept out a hand. The wind from his palm rolled nearly twenty immortal herbs from the table into the air. At the same instant, pale cyan open flame burst from his palm like a tornado, dividing the nearly twenty herbs into three clusters and sweeping them aloft.
At a visible rate, the nearly twenty immortal herbs