Sanctimonious Hypocrites

The pill furnace formed by the sword array slowly revolved. Chen Fei controlled the furnace, carefully responding to every change in the medicinal properties of the spiritual herbs. These spiritual materials had not come easily; wasting even the slightest bit would be no small loss.

Today's gains had been enormous, but finding anything else afterward would become extremely difficult. At most, there would only be ordinary spiritual herbs left. During the latter half of the day, Chen Fei had often come up empty-handed.

Ordinary spiritual herbs were naturally good things as well and could be used to refine Spirit Snow Pills. But with something to compare them against, ordinary spiritual herbs seemed much cheaper.

As time passed, it was likely that even ordinary spiritual herbs would be gone. After all, apart from the dozens of Aperture Refining Realm cultivators, there were also numerous Organ Refinement Realm disciples in the secret realm.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, the pill furnace opened, and a rich fragrance drifted through the cave. Since this was merely a simple refinement, it took relatively little time. With a light tap of Chen Fei's finger, he directly swallowed the medicinal liquid.

With the addition of Ghostly Sophora Tree sap, only moments after the medicinal liquid entered his stomach, Chen Fei's Sea of Consciousness suddenly cleared. Immediately afterward, his head began to swell slightly.

Within his Sea of Consciousness, the alternating sensations of ice and cold made his mind abruptly sensitive. The Thousand Silk Art began circulating on its own, helping Chen Fei absorb the medicinal power.

An hour later, Chen Fei opened his eyes and gently exhaled a breath of Stale Air. Back in the Body Refining Realm, Chen Fei could only slowly absorb these spiritual materials. A single Dream-Weaving Lotus—and not even a