Lu Xiaotian wasn't in a hurry. The spirit pill wasn't going anywhere. After the excess medicinal power had leaked away, the power within the pill spirit had fully coalesced. With a hum, the lid of the pill furnace shot several feet into the air. A spirit pill, translucent as white jade and the size of a fist, flew out toward Lu Xiaotian.
Lu Xiaotian beckoned with one hand and caught the Breakthrough Pill in his palm. After examining it closely, even he couldn't help furrowing his brow. This was the last Breakthrough Pill left, and the spiritual power within it was astonishing. Yet it couldn't be called a top-grade spirit pill; a top-grade pill would give birth to a pill spirit, and this one hadn't reached that level. But it didn't seem to be merely high-grade, either. Even a high-grade spirit pill didn't seem to contain as much spiritual power as the one in his hand.
If he had to assign it a grade, this spirit pill fell somewhere between top-grade and high-grade.
"Breakthrough Pills are extremely difficult to refine. It's not top-grade, but producing one that's a little better than a high-grade spirit pill is still pretty good." Lu Xiaotian put the pill away in his boundary. He glanced toward a small boat moored near Qiao Lan's distant residence, then beckoned with his left hand. An undertow carried the boat across the water to a spot near him.
Lu Xiaotian moved and landed on the boat, then lay flat on his back on the deck, letting it drift with the current. He didn't meditate to recover the spiritual sense he'd expended. Instead, he turned over the pill-refining process in his mind. It had been a long time since he'd managed to refine a Breakthrough Pill—or, to be more precise,