After the discussion ended, Lin Ming did not hurry to leave the Little Pill Tower. His status as a newly promoted elder had brought him another crucial privilege: near-unrestricted access to the Pill Tower's countless ages of accumulated collections!
Aside from the scant few files classified as absolute secrets—perhaps involving the Pill Tower's core inheritances or taboos—the vast sea of pill formulas, ancient books, predecessor notes, medicinal material illustrations, alchemy insights, and continental secrets... all were open to him.
Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Ming went straight to the Little Pill Tower's Collection Pavilion.
It was a massive cavern that burrowed deep into the mountain's belly. The space inside had been expanded, making it far larger than it looked from the outside.
Rows of enormous bookshelves, built from some unknown spirit wood, stretched to the end of his vision like silent giants. On the shelves, sorted by category and arranged neatly, were hundreds of thousands of jade slips, scrolls, beast-hide ancient books, and even some strange inheritance crystals. The air was filled with the distinctive scent of old paper, spirit ink, and the passage of years, quiet and solemn.
Lin Ming threw himself into this ocean of knowledge as though starved for it. He flipped through lost ancient pill formulas, deducing their principles and possible avenues for improvement; he studied the travel notes of ancient alchemy masters who had roamed the continent, carefully savoring the insights left behind by Alchemy Grandmasters of different schools and different eras, comparing their strengths and weaknesses and drawing out their essence. The powerful memory and comprehension granted by his Emperor Realm Soul allowed him to digest this massive amount of information with astonishing efficiency, then integrate it with what he had already learned.
Time slipped by silently amid the quiet rustle of turning pages