The next morning, the Family of Three had breakfast together at the table.
The scenery around the Dao Sect's Medicine Mountain was beautiful. Outside both Chu Huai Xu and Han Shuangjiang's Bamboo Houses stood a tree.
Hers was a pomelo tree, while Chu Huai Xu's was a Parasol Tree.
The scene before them perfectly matched Li Bai's line: "The smoke of men chills the orange and pomelo trees; autumn colors age the parasol trees."
The autumn air was crisp and refreshing, and today's temperature was especially pleasant.
Han Shuangjiang looked at the two "Rice Devouring Immortals" sitting across from her and thought, They eat ordinary rice at home already. If it were Spirit Rice that aided cultivation, we simply couldn't afford to feed the two of them like this.
At that thought, she couldn't help recalling the matter of Alchemy, so she asked curiously, "Chu Huai Xu, have you gotten started with your Alchemy?"
Xu Ziqing, who had been burying his head in his porridge, immediately looked up as well. He licked the grains of rice clinging to the corner of his mouth, his face full of curiosity.
Chu Huai Xu had been eating like a wild boar too, but upon hearing the Little Housekeeper's question, his table manners instantly changed. He became refined and elegant.
He took a small sip of the hot porridge, then gazed at her languidly and said indifferently, "I've successfully refined three bottles of Qi Gathering Pills."
"Hm?" Han Shuangjiang and Xu Ziqing were both startled.
He had only exchanged for the Alchemy technique yesterday, yet he had succeeded that very night?
And three bottles of pills meant thirty pills.
That was far beyond merely getting started. Had he somehow achieved Mastery overnight?
The Big Ice Block couldn't help recalling what Chu Huai Xu had