Ninth-grade Mysterious Pill, Mysterious Origin Saint Sculpting Pill

The space opened up by the Ling Clan was called the Ling Domain. It was no smaller than the Ancient Clan's Ancient Realm or the Soul Clan's Soul Realm.

As its name suggested, East Ling City lay in the eastern part of the Ling Domain.

Ling Xi's home was in a village outside East Ling City where Descendant Citizens gathered.

Bloodline ranks among the Ancient Races were extremely strict.

In the Ling Clan, the lower one's bloodline rank, the more remote the place they lived.

Only those with a fourth-grade bloodline or higher, or Direct Line Clansmen of the Ling Clan, were permitted to enter the Ling Realm.

The Ling Realm was the very heart of the Ling Domain, as well as the most important place to the Ling Clan.

"No wonder the Ancient Races keep declining."

Ling Xi pushed open the door to his home, still unable to hide his feelings.

"Even if the Ling Clan hadn't been destroyed by the Soul Clan, a society ossified by bloodline rank would have collapsed sooner or later. It was only a matter of time."

Ling Xi's parents had died three years ago while taking part in a clan mission. This house and its courtyard were the only inheritance they had left him.

Fortunately, Ling Xi was a transmigrator who had been sent here by a runaway truck.

Though still young, he was capable of living on his own.

After all, the Ling Clan was one of the Eight Ancient Clans. In the end, they had given Ling Xi a third-grade Qi Quenching Pill as compensation and arranged for him to study at the Clan Academy in East Ling City.

Without that third-grade Qi Quenching Pill and his studies at the Clan Academy, it probably would have taken Ling Xi several more years to break through to Dou Zhe.

But he had only just become a Dou Zhe when he encountered the Ling Clan's Bloodline Awakening Ceremony.

Ling Xi glanced at his room and hesitated briefly before heading straight into the Cultivation Room next door.

It was called a Cultivation Room, but in truth it was just an empty room of a little over ten square meters.

A yellowed meditation cushion sat in the middle of the room.

Ling Xi paid no mind to the thin layer of dust that had built up over the past few days. He quickly shut the doors and windows, then plopped down on the cushion.

"Ninth-grade Mysterious Pill..."

Thinking of his sign-in reward, Ling Xi's eyes burned with excitement as he licked his lips.

"Ninth-grade pills are divided into Ninth-grade Treasure Pills, Ninth-grade Mysterious Pills, and Ninth-grade Golden Pills."

"Refining a Ninth-grade Mysterious Pill requires gathering the power of heaven and earth. When the pill is finished, a rain of pills might even appear."

"After Xiao Yan swallowed the Ninth-grade Mysterious Pill he refined at the Yao Clan's Pill Codex, his strength surged from the late stage of five-star Dou Saint straight to the late stage of six-star Dou Saint."

Ling Xi murmured to himself as memories of the pills on the Dou Qi Continent flashed through his mind.

"Across the entire Dou Qi Continent, there probably aren't even a handful of people capable of refining Ninth-grade Mysterious Pills."

This treasure was enough to make Dou Saints fight over it until their heads bled, yet in the system it was only a seven-star reward?

He couldn't even imagine what the system's nine-star reward might be.

Could it be the legendary Emperor-grade Pill?

"System, if I claim or take this Ninth-grade Mysterious Pill, it won't cause any strange celestial phenomena, will it?"

Ling Xi still had some reservations.

After all, this was the Ling Clan, one of the Eight Ancient Clans. Though it was in decline, it was still full of powerful experts.

As the saying went, a man wasn't guilty of a crime, but possessing a treasure could make him one.

If anyone found out he had a Ninth-grade Mysterious Pill, he might not even know how he died.

[This Ninth-grade Mysterious Pill was produced by a lucky critical hit and is the pill best suited to the host's current circumstances.]

[The system will suppress any phenomena caused by claiming or taking it. Please claim and take the pill without worry.]

Hearing the system's prompt, Ling Xi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"System, claim my reward!"

Now that he knew no strange phenomena would occur, Ling Xi immediately gave the system the order.

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained a Ninth-grade Mysterious Pill: Mysterious Origin Saint Sculpting Pill!]

A transparent glass bottle appeared in Ling Xi's hand.

Inside, a pill the size of a longan floated silently. It was glazed in color and etched with mysterious purple-gold markings.

Nine-colored pill energy continuously spilled from it, swelling and shrinking within the bottle as if it were breathing. It was truly wondrous.

"Is this the Ninth-grade Mysterious Pill that would make even Dou Saints green with envy?"

Ling Xi gazed at the pill before him. It seemed to possess a peculiar magic, making it impossible for him to look away.

[ Mysterious Origin Saint Sculpting Pill: This pill is refined using the soul origin and Dou Saint essence of a Dou Saint expert, combined with Bodhi Heart as its three main ingredients.]

[This pill cannot directly increase the user's Dou Qi cultivation. Instead, it can reshape the user's foundation, cleanse impurities from their meridians, and nourish their soul origin, granting them the aptitude to become a Dou Saint in the future.]

"Gasp!"

At the system's prompt, Ling Xi's eyes widened until they were as big as copper bells.

Not only had the system given him a Ninth-grade Mysterious Pill, it had also imprinted the recipe in his mind.

Still, with a Dou Saint expert and a Bodhi Heart as ingredients, it would probably be difficult for Ling Xi to refine this pill himself anytime soon.

But this pill was undeniably exactly what he needed most right now.

Ling Xi was only a little One-star Dou Practitioner.

With talent like his, he couldn't compare to the Ancient Races. He was even worse off than Xiao Yan before Old Yao absorbed his Dou Qi.

Without some kind of fortuitous encounter, he would probably never amount to more than a Dou Zong in his lifetime—and even that would take a stroke of luck.

To put it bluntly, you could toss a brick into the Eight Ancient Clans and hit several Dou Zongs!

So, given his current circumstances, any pill that improved his strength would be useless to Ling Xi and might even arouse suspicion among those with ulterior motives.

Only a pill that could improve his aptitude was what Ling Xi needed most right now.

"Mysterious Origin Saint Sculpting Pill. Did refining it require sacrificing a Dou Saint expert?"

"Wasn't Bodhi Heart already capable of helping someone become a Dou Saint?"

Ling Xi swallowed.

On the Dou Qi Continent, anything with the words "Emperor" or "Saint" in its name was extraordinary.

"If that's the case, it's no wonder this pill can grant someone the aptitude to become a Dou Saint in the future."

Who said fantasy worlds weren't scientific?

Just look at this pill. Sacrifice one Dou Saint expert to create another future Dou Saint expert—that's a perfect demonstration of the conservation of energy!

Besides, how many Dou Saint experts could there really be on the entire continent?

Ling Xi shook his head, casting aside his wild thoughts, then asked the system, still somewhat uneasy.

"System, will anything go wrong if I take this pill now?"

[Please take it without worry, host.]

The system's voice was as emotionless as ever, but it gave Ling Xi tremendous courage.

"Since that's the case, there's nothing more to say."

Ling Xi opened the bottle, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance immediately filled the room.

"As expected of a Ninth-grade Mysterious Pill. The fragrance alone is already making the Dou Qi in my body boil."

Ling Xi took a deep breath of the fragrance wafting from the pill in his hand. Feeling his Dou Qi steadily rise, he couldn't help but wear an intoxicated expression.