Deep within Sunset Forest, inside the cave dwelling beside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes, a rich medicinal fragrance lingered year-round. Wang Chuan rose at dawn each day and stood watch before the Pill Furnace, Soul Power circulating at his fingertips as he precisely controlled the heat within. As the Pill Fire flickered, the essences of the herbs were slowly refined. At times, he had to infuse Soul Power to balance their medicinal properties; at others, he had to hold his breath and sense the changes in the Pill Patterns. From selecting and grinding ingredients to controlling the fire and condensing the pills, he was meticulous at every step. Aside from pill refinement, he spent the rest of his time sitting cross-legged on the cave's bluestone, circulating his Soul Power to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The unique energy emanating from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes coiled around him, making his cultivation twice as effective with half the effort.
Beneath the shade of a nearby tree, Dugu Bo came to linger almost every day. Ever since witnessing Wang Chuan refine pills, the pure medicinal power and exquisite Pill Patterns had remained fixed in his mind. Especially when he thought of his granddaughter Dugu Yan's Martial Soul, his anticipation for Wang Chuan's pills grew even greater. This day, he finally could not hold himself back. Shamelessly sidling up to the Pill Furnace, he rubbed his hands together and chuckled. "Little monster, when you refine other pills next time, could you save one for this old man too?"
Wang Chuan was tossing a mature medicinal herb into the Pill Furnace. At those words, he lifted his eyes to glance at him, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips. "Of course. But old monster,