"Perhaps once this subtle connection becomes clearer, the power of the Demon-Suppressing Tower can be raised another notch." After comprehending the Maha Buddhist Dharani Sutra several more times, Lu Xiaotian exhaled a breath of stale air. His divine sense stirred, and someone outside the room quickly approached. Judging by the aura, it was that girl Hongyue.
"Looking at how tightly your brows are knitted, have you run into another difficult problem?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"Yes, Mr. Lu. How can you refine pills so quickly? Could you teach me?" Hongyue asked miserably.
"This is a skill forced out of me at the brink of life and death. It isn't some cultivation method or formula, so it can't be passed on." Lu Xiaotian shook his head.
"Can't you let me put myself in that situation and try it?" Hongyue pouted and pleaded.
"How many Pill Kings like Mr. Lu can appear over several hundred, or even a thousand years? Girl, don't demand too much of yourself." Honglin spoke irritably, then cupped his hands toward Lu Xiaotian. "This girl Hongyue has no sense of propriety. I apologize to Mr. Lu on her behalf."
"Mr. Lu wouldn't care." Hongyue pulled a face.
"It's nothing." Lu Xiaotian shook his head, then looked at Honglin. "You rarely have this kind of free time. Have you made progress with the magic treasure you were refining?"
"Fortunately, I have not failed you!" Honglin nodded. He raised both hands, and a flash of spiritual light passed by. A twelve-foot-long Fangtian Halberd, crystalline from tip to base, lay quietly across his palms. Honglin's face was faintly flushed, as though the Fangtian Halberd weighed no small amount.
Lu Xiaotian reached out and grabbed it, and the Fangtian Halberd flew toward his palm. The moment it landed in his hand, it sank