"Senior Jin, I'd like to comprehend that pill formula now. Would that be all right?" After seeing the three cultivators enter the Alchemy Room, Qin Fengming spoke again.
"No problem!" Ancestor Jinyan was surprisingly agreeable this time. A smile spread across his face, making him seem more amiable than ever before.
As his words fell, a dark-red scroll, clearly quite old, appeared before Qin Fengming.
The moment the scroll was brought before Qin Fengming, a distant, ancient aura spread out before him. Never mind the contents recorded within it—even the scroll itself was a rare and precious treasure.
"This scroll is rather special. You may comprehend it, but you must not copy it. If you forcefully copy it, it may damage your soul. Remember this! Remember it well. You can use this month to commit the pill formula's refining process to memory. If you cannot understand some of the runes, spells, and incantations for now, slowly digest them later."
Qin Fengming took Ancestor Jinyan's warning very seriously.
He had clearly sensed a dangerous aura from the scroll. He could be certain that it had likely been made by a Mahayana cultivator.
He had encountered scrolls that could only be comprehended and not copied long ago.
"I understand." After taking the scroll, Qin Fengming immediately returned to the cave chamber he had occupied before.
Looking around the cave chamber, Qin Fengming suddenly discovered that the stone stele that had originally stood against the stone wall was now gone. Only a scattering of sand and gravel remained around it.
It seemed Ancestor Jinyan had set up a mechanism inside the stone stele long ago. Once the time was up, the stele would shatter on its own, preventing anyone from continuing to view it.
Qin Fengming sat cross-legged, cradled the scroll in his