How About We Roll a Pill?

Chapter 48: How About We Roll a Pill?

Lin Fan's current situation, put more vividly, was a newbie noob playing a Large Account!

The Large Account's level was already very high, and it had learned quite a few skills—spells, that was. What he needed to do now was understand the Large Account's various stats and skills, then learn to use them properly.

Originally, this process should have been fairly quick. Unfortunately... Qi Zixiao's "tutorial" was truly hard to describe.

Bang!

The True Essence covering his body dispersed.

Immediately afterward, Lin Fan raised his fair right hand and controlled True Essence to gush from his palm...

"So it really is like this. I learned how to release True Essence externally. That wasn't easy!"

He muttered under his breath, "Then, aside from the uses Qi Zixiao mentioned, can externally released True Essence be further 'optimized'?"

In the xianxia world, externally released True Essence was mostly used to protect the body. Of course, experts of a sufficiently high level also used it to attack. For example, it was extremely useful when "instantly killing weak monsters."

But cultivators with ordinary cultivation levels mostly used it for "defense," and purely externally released True Essence did not have particularly outstanding defensive power.

"That prodigal woman did remind me of something..."

"Can I roll out a xianxia version of a pill?"

As a veteran otaku, if he couldn't even roll a pill, could he still call himself a true anime nerd?

Now, it seemed that his chance had come?

If he really rolled one out, its power should be much greater than the original, right?

How about... giving it a try?

If he was going to try, he might as well try!

Lin Fan began attempting to control the True Essence released from his palm, trying to make it spin and condense, and then...

Half a day passed.

The True Essence had indeed begun to spin, but it wasn't a pill. Instead, it looked like a "miniature tornado" about the size of a palm.

As for its power... it was practically zero.

"It's not chaotic enough."

Lin Fan dispersed the True Essence and pondered. "If I can really roll out a pill, it definitely shouldn't spin in just one direction. It ought to rotate in all three hundred and sixty degrees."

"Forget it. It's too difficult. I'm still a cultivation rookie. I'll try again once I'm more familiar with it."

"For the time being..."

"I'll do my best to memorize all the important people Qi Zixiao left behind. That way, next time I come here, I can start walking around the Holy Land."

Transmigration!!! And he had transmigrated into a xianxia world.

How could he not make use of such a huge "advantage"?

For example, he could go to the Scripture Pavilion... He might find martial arts manuals there and make himself stronger, even if that prodigal woman had crippled him anyway.

Besides that, he could also go to the Artifact Refining Pavilion, the Alchemy Room, and so on, obtaining things that were useful to him.

For instance, the mighty pill that could cure all ailments—useless to cultivators, but fatally attractive to ordinary people. If he could refine that thing using ordinary medicinal herbs, how much money could he make?

Wouldn't the money problem on his true self's side be solved in minutes? He might even become a super tycoon!

Or he could go to the Artifact Refining Pavilion and seek out some special techniques for forging knives and swords. Even if they weren't magical treasures or spirit swords, they would probably still be top-tier in the secular world, right?

In short, in Lin Fan's view, the cultivation world—especially a major establishment like the Purple Mansion Holy Land—had far too many things that would be immensely useful to him!

As long as he could learn something useful, he could change his true self's awkward situation, and perhaps...

If possible, he could even try to find out whether there were places with spiritual energy and attempt cultivation!

To put it in one sentence... In the past, Lin Fan had had no choice.

But now, the opportunity was right before his eyes.

Money and longevity...

They were two vulgar wishes, but he wanted to try for both.

Money could give him and his parents and family a better life. Longevity, meanwhile, would let him see a more magnificent, broader world!

Supported by these thoughts, Lin Fan became exceptionally "diligent."

There were many people in the Purple Mansion Holy Land, and quite a few of them needed his attention. Memorizing so many people in such a short time was obviously no easy task.

After occasionally resting for a moment, Lin Fan gave a self-mocking smile. "If I'd studied this hard back then, I probably would've at least gotten into a 985 university or something, right?"

Time passed...

The three days of this transmigration were already nearing their end.

Recalling the "knowledge" he had gained over the past three days, Lin Fan couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

He had memorized far too much!

From an initial introduction to cultivation, to understanding cultivation, and then to being able to use some methods related to True Essence...

At the same time, he had learned that the cultivation technique Qi Zixiao practiced was the Purple Mansion Holy Land's sect-protecting technique—Purple Qi Comes From The East. He also learned about the various spells she cultivated...

Of course, as far as spells were concerned, he only knew about them for now. He still didn't know how to use them.

Most importantly, he had gained a certain degree of recognition and understanding of all the people in the Purple Mansion Holy Land who needed his attention...

"That should do it~!"

Lin Fan stretched lazily.

But in reality, it was Qi Zixiao's body that performed the series of movements...

Even the long dress couldn't conceal her astonishingly voluptuous figure.

Hm...

Ahem.

"It's really strange."

The fellow muttered, then began writing a letter.

Image Recording?

Although Lin Fan could now initially control True Essence, Image Recording was delicate work. It also required engraving formations into Spirit Stones, and he clearly couldn't manage that.

Once the letter was written, the time was about up as well.

Not long afterward, both their souls returned to their true selves.

Qi Zixiao picked up the letter beside her.

"Big Sis!!!

Your cultivation tutorial is far too 'detailed.' Sorry for the trouble, but could you make it a little more general?

Also, I've already recognized almost everyone. I guarantee I won't give myself away, so next time we exchange, I'll try walking around inside the sect. I hope you won't restrict me.

Of course, during the process, I'll do my best not to cause trouble."

Every sentence came straight from the heart. They were all Lin Fan's sincere thoughts.

In Lin Fan's view, Qi Zixiao's cultivation tutorial really would have been better if it were more general. That way, he could still explore on his own.

That "whoosh," followed by a "bang"—couldn't that be called outright misleading?

After reading Lin Fan's letter, Qi Zixiao couldn't help knitting her brows. Her emotions shifted slightly, and she became just a tiny bit unhappy.

"Considering that you're a beginner, I meticulously recorded the cultivation methods for you, yet you don't appreciate my good intentions?!"

"This guy..."

She ground her teeth, and the feeling of a dog biting Lü Dongbin—failing to recognize kindness—rose involuntarily in her heart.

"Hmph!"

She snorted, took out another Spirit Stone for Image Recording, then puffed out her cheeks and began studying the Divine Sword Control Thunder True Technique.

Work hard, rest well, and cultivate scientifically.

Qi Zixiao hadn't forgotten this principle. Besides, she could feel that her cultivation actually increased slightly after every transmigration.

It was slow, but steady.

Being able to sense her progress was enough!

Thanks for all your tips, everyone. There were rather a lot of you, so I won't name each person individually; otherwise, it might look like I'm padding the word count, hehe. May every friend who likes and supports this novel have a happy day, every day.