Speaking of essence pills, Xu Yi had almost nothing left in his pouch now except the eight hundred newly forged essence pills.
When he had returned from Ziyang Peak, he had still had nearly three thousand essence pills left. He hadn't spent most of them elsewhere; he had poured them all into the Lung Fire.
If Steward Hu hadn't been responsible for opening the sealed fire chamber, Xu Yi's extravagant use of the Lung Fire would have caused a sensation long ago.
In that sense, alchemy really was a costly undertaking. To become a master, only a prestigious sect or wealthy clan with deep pockets could afford to provide the necessary resources.
After finishing the pills, Xu Yi slept for three whole days before waking.
After that, his days returned to normal, peaceful and fulfilling.
His routine consisted of three things.
First, he accompanied Qiu Wa as she sampled the many delicacies cooked by Desolate Ancestor, and they went sightseeing among the mountains.
Second, he continued researching the fourth Domain Source of the Hun Tian Sword. He seemed to have hit a bottleneck, and made little progress.
Lastly, he had Desolate Ancestor collect all kinds of herbs, regardless of their value. He brought them to Qiu Wa to analyze their medicinal properties, then slowly familiarized himself with them.
The process was tedious. He had to grasp the properties of a wide range of herbs, and then use the Sense Perception Law to distinguish their different spectrums. It was simply too difficult.
Besides, Qiu Wa couldn't continuously supply spiritual power all day, analyzing medicinal properties for him to study.
So Xu Yi's progress was slow.
He had spent nearly two months analyzing just three medicinal properties, and couldn't continue any further.
If he did, his Sense Perception Law would fall into