Eighth-grade Nine-color

"Twins... Ice Dragon Scorpion Cold Poison... Nai Qiong Divine Ice?" Xiao Ming murmured, overwhelmed by the sheer number of elements, unsure of what to say for a moment.

The Sound Valley Ancestor must also be Half-Saint, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to escape from the attack of Advanced Ban Sheng and survive until now.

The Nai Qiong Divine Ice has appeared in the Simulator, and Xiao Ming was even bitten by the Ice Silkworm hidden in it, so he looked up the information.

Nai Qiong Divine Ice is one of the most powerful ice-type spiritual objects. It is extremely yin and cold, and even a tiny bit of it can freeze the internal organs and even the soul.

Those with Ice Attribute will see their combat power increase several times over if they obtain it.

Of course, no matter how good the items are, they're not in front of you. What Xiao Ming is most concerned about is actually the Ice Dragon Scorpion Cold Poison.

If Xiao Yi Xian were to consume this, who knows how much her strength would increase.

Second Revolution Dou Zun?

Is it the Third Revolution or Fourth Revolution?

Xiao Ming had no idea, but he would know after he finished consuming it. Thinking of this, he directly gestured to Qing Yi.

"If it's Advanced Ban Sheng level Cold Poison, then it requires Nine Revolutions to remove it, and two Nine Revolutions at that. The risk involved is considerable... I wonder how many doses of medicine the Valley Master has prepared?"

Only seven sets...

"Seven? That's more than I expected. It's worth a try."

Seeing Xiao Ming nod, Qing Yi was overjoyed.

"However, refining Eight-grade Nine-color pill is a different concept from refining Eighth-grade Six-colored pill..."

Qing Yi raised an eyebrow slightly, and after a moment's thought, she realized that Xiao Ming probably had objections to the payment. She gave Xiao Ming a charming smile. →

"Whatever you want, we at Sound Valley can provide it."

"Then I shall not refuse. I wish to know the exact location of the Nai Qiong Divine Ice."

After some back and forth, Xiao Ming did not immediately learn about the Nai Qiong Divine Ice, because only the twin Old Ancestor knew about it.

Xiao Ming was not in a hurry, and instead began preparing to refine the Nine Revolutions Returning Yang Pill.

This was an extremely spacious square, Xiao Ming sat cross-legged on a prayer mat in the center of the square.

The Myriad Beast Cauldron was placed in front of him, and thousands of medicinal herbs floated above his head, densely packed, creating a rather spectacular scene.

There were also many pretty elders and disciples of Sound Valley around the square, and the exaggerated number of medicinal herbs on Xiao Ming's head aroused some whispers.

Wow! So many medicinal herbs! What level of pill are we going to refine?

"At least Eighth-grade Six-colored or higher..."

"Hmph, what six colors? Rumor has it they say is Eight-grade Nine-color!"

"How is that possible! Even Half-Saint would covet a Nine-colored pill. How old is he? Could he possibly refine such a pill?"

"Yeah, your inside information is unreliable..."

"..."

Unaffected by the surrounding noises, Xiao Ming recalled the steps of alchemy, and his expression gradually became solemn. He flicked his finger, and flames appeared out of thin air inside the Myriad Beast Cauldron. With a "poof," it transformed into a fire dragon, which coiled around inside the cauldron.

Once the temperature was suitable, Xiao Ming waved his hand in the air in front of him, and many herbs immediately separated from the torrent of medicinal herbs. They were then quickly thrown into the cauldron and swallowed whole by the fire dragon inside.

In the sky, countless medicinal herbs, under Xiao Ming's control, were almost connected in a line, continuously being poured into the medicine cauldron. Every move he made exuded the demeanor of a grandmaster.

Within just a few minutes, a terrifying energy fluctuation emanated from the medicine cauldron, causing the surrounding space to ripple slowly.

"Valley Master, can Xiao Ming really refine the Nine-colored Pill?" At the edge of the plaza, an old woman looked worriedly at the center of the plaza. The ingredients for the Nine Revolutions Returning Yang Pill were only a few sets that they had searched all over the Central Plains to gather. If they were all destroyed, their Old Ancestor would be in trouble.

Qing Yi understood why the old woman was worried. After all, this was Nine-colored elixir, and Xiao Ming was only in his early twenties. It would be abnormal if he wasn't worried.

"... I've heard of all the cases he's taken on, and he's never failed a single one," said another old woman beside Qing Yi, without answering.

"Don't worry, since the young master said it's not a big problem, then it's not a big problem."

Not far away, Qing Lin couldn't stand others questioning his young master, and wrinkled his nose.

Upon hearing this, the elderly women exchanged glances and remained silent.

What could they say now? They could only trust Xiao Ming.

Refining pills, especially High-grade Pill, generally takes a considerable amount of time.

Especially for rank Eighth Grade pills, it's perfectly normal for them to take ten days to half a month to refine.

Laymen watched the spectacle, and once their interest waned, the disciples of Sound Valley left the square, leaving only a few elders and Qing Yi to wait there.

As time passed, Xiao Ming's first attempt at refining went surprisingly smoothly, and eight days passed in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a deep, resounding boom echoed through the heavens and earth, followed by an extremely powerful energy surge that abruptly spread outwards. Immediately, the clouds above coalesced with lightning speed...

"Is the elixir about to be successfully refined?"

Upon seeing this, some people immediately exclaimed in surprise.

Under the watchful eyes of many, Xiao Ming stood up slightly, a smile appearing on his lips, gazing at the thunderclouds in the sky, which, after several churnings, had emerged with nine colors.

"It really is the Nine-colored Pill Lightning!"

Seeing this, Qing Yi was filled with excitement, and the elders around her couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Xiao Yi Xian and Qing Lin looked at the Nine-colored Pill Lightning in the sky, a hint of pride on their faces.

How many Alchemists are capable of refining Nine-colored pills?

Many old monsters who have been immersed in Alchemist for many years cannot make it. Even Yao Chen, who was once known as the Continent's Number One Alchemist, probably does not have this level of skill. Yet Xiao Ming was able to make it at the age of twenty.

If this gets out, it will likely cause quite a stir in the outside world!

Suddenly, Qing Yi seemed to remember something and said...

"Damn it, the Nine-colored Pill Lightning is not easy to withstand. Activate the Sect Protecting Great Formation!"

The Nine-colored Pill Lightning was indeed difficult to withstand, and Xiao Ming had no intention of using the Heaven Demon Puppet to block it head-on; it was up to the client to find a solution.

Fortunately, the Sound Valley has a long history and extraordinary foundation, and after a burst of thunder, the Nine-colored Pill Lightning was intercepted.

Afterwards, Xiao Ming threw himself into alchemy again. However, his luck seemed to run out in the next few attempts, as he destroyed four sets of medicinal herbs before he was able to condense Pill Lightning once more.

As the Pill Lightning in the sky dissipated, Xiao Ming reached out and grabbed the pill that had transformed into a tiger and was about to escape, trapping it and pulling it back to his side.

He sealed it in Jade Bottle before looking at Qing Yi and the others who were coming to greet him with joy.

"I have fulfilled my mission."

As he spoke, Xiao Ming handed two pills to Qing Yi, who rubbed them on the Jade Bottle for a moment before handing them back to Xiao Ming.

"We'll need your help with the Old Ancestor's use later, so you should keep it."