A Year in a Flash!

Tianyuan Mountain.

As the largest gathering place for rogue cultivators within a radius of several thousand miles.

In the past year, Tianyuan Market has become increasingly lively.

Not for any other reason.

It's all because a peculiar person has appeared in the market.

Some call him Master Ye, while others privately call him Little God of Wealth.

But when most people mention this name, their eyes reveal reverence.

Deepest part of the market.

A secluded courtyard with an excellent location.

A crooked wooden sign hangs at the entrance, with two lines written in a flamboyant script:

"Not training if in a bad mood."

"Prepare three portions of materials, success depends on fate."

If these overbearing terms were anywhere else, the stall would have been overturned long ago.

But strangely, a long queue has always formed in front of this courtyard.

"Make way!"

"Get out of my way!"

"I am from Black Wind Cave..."

A burly man with a face full of scars pushed through the crowd, holding a brocade box in his hands, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Slap!"

Before he could finish speaking.

A pebble flew from somewhere, accurately hitting the bend of the man's knee.

The burly man dropped to his knees with a thud, his face turning a shade of purple.

"Shut up if you don't want to die."

A Daoist priest in a gray robe beside him glanced coldly at the burly man.

"Master Ye prefers quiet!"

"Last time, someone foolish enough to make noise at the entrance!"

"He was trapped by a formation thrown by Master Ye for three days and three nights, and no one dared to rescue him even when he soiled himself."

Upon hearing this.

Cold sweat broke out on the burly man's forehead.

Who in this Tianyuan Market didn't know.

That this Master Ye, although only a boy of eleven or twelve years old.

His abilities were heaven-defying.

Alchemy, Artifact Refining, Formations, skilled in all.

What was even more terrifying was his cultivation.

Half a year ago.

The notorious Blood Hand Butcher of Tianyuan Mountain took a liking to Master Ye's pills and sneaked into the courtyard in the middle of the night.

As a result, the next morning.

He was found hanging from the crooked neck tree at the courtyard entrance, his cultivation completely crippled, barely clinging to life.

Since then.

Master Ye's rules have become the heavenly laws of Tianyuan Mountain.

Inside the courtyard.

At this moment, Ye Xuan was slumped in a Grand Tutor Chair without any regard for his image.

He held a handful of unknown Spirit Fruits, crunching them with great relish.

"Sigh~"

"These rogue cultivators still have too little wealth."

Ye Xuan casually tossed a fruit pit in an arc, which landed precisely in the trash can in the corner.

This past year, he had lived an extremely comfortable life.

Going down the mountain for trials?

That was something only fools would do.

Finding a place to lay low and have resources delivered to your doorstep is the smart way to do things.

He showed off a bit of his Alchemy, and those rogue cultivators swarmed him like cats smelling fish.

According to the usual practice, those who ask for Alchemy must provide three sets of materials. One set of the finished pills goes to the Alchemist, and the rest is up to luck.

But with Ye Xuan, things were different.

He had the Low-tier Alchemy Mastery rewarded by the System.

When refining some low-tier pills, the success rate was almost one hundred percent.

Others gambled one pill with three sets of materials.

He swallowed all three sets of materials himself and then sent the other party off with a single pill.

The remaining pills and materials all went into Ye Xuan's pocket.

This was practically a license to print money!

And because of this.

In just one year.

Ye Xuan's cultivation surged upwards like he was on a rocket.

Yuqing Realm, ninth layer!

If Tian Buyi saw this, he'd probably drop his jaw on the spot.

In the entire history of the Qingyun Sect, there had never been a monster who reached the ninth layer of Yuqing at the age of eleven.

Even Wan Jianyi back in the day was nothing compared to Ye Xuan.

"It's still not enough."

Feeling the invisible, intangible barrier within his body.

Ye Xuan touched his chin and muttered softly.

The ninth layer of Yuqing to the Shangqing Realm was a chasm.

Within the Qingyun Sect, countless disciples and elders were stuck at this step.

To break through this bottleneck.

One either had to cultivate diligently or take stronger pills.

"Myriad Ancient Cauldron."

Ye Xuan whispered.

Hum!

The air trembled slightly.

A bronze cauldron, no bigger than his palm, appeared out of thin air and hovered over Ye Xuan's hand.

Over the past year.

Ye Xuan had scoured countless rare ores and spiritual materials.

Those rogue cultivators, begging him to refine artifacts, had brought out their most prized possessions.

Things like Star Sand, Crimson Flame Gold... all of it was intercepted by Ye Xuan and forged into this cauldron.

Originally just a high-grade Magic Artifact, the Myriad Ancient Cauldron now flowed with ancient and obscure patterns all over its body, occasionally flashing with a heart-stopping spiritual pressure.

Low-grade Spirit Tool.

In other words, this thing was now a Nine Heavens Divine Weapon in the Zhu Xian World!

Even though it was low-grade, it was still a divine weapon.

Its power was enough to split mountains and divert rivers.

Besides the Myriad Ancient Cauldron.

The Chang Qing Sword had also been re-refined by Ye Xuan.

Top-grade Magic Artifact.

While not comparable to the Myriad Ancient Cauldron, it was still a decent Magic Treasure.

"It's time."

Ye Xuan stood up, stretched, and his bones popped.

He walked to the center of the room and sat down on a meditation cushion.

He took out a jade box from his embrace.

He opened the jade box.

Precious medicinal herbs appeared one by one.

It had taken Ye Xuan considerable effort to gather these herbs.

Especially the main ingredient, the Nine Yang Grass, which he had sent several desperate men to retrieve from the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

He went to such lengths because he wanted to use these medicinal ingredients to refine a batch of Heavenly Sun Pills for himself.

The Heavenly Sun Pill, the pinnacle among intermediate-grade pills.

Consuming just one pill was equivalent to fifty years of arduous cultivation!

Moreover...

The Heavenly Sun Pill had a mild medicinal nature, making it most suitable for breaking through bottlenecks.

As long as he successfully refined the Heavenly Sun Pill.

Ye Xuan was confident he could quickly break through to the Shangqing realm.

"Rise!"

Ye Xuan's expression grew serious as he formed a hand seal.

The Myriad Ancient Cauldron grew against the wind, reaching half a person's height and landing steadily on the ground.

The cauldron lid flew open on its own.

Ye Xuan waved his sleeve, and dozens of rare medicinal ingredients flew into the cauldron one after another, like birds returning to their nests.

Crimson flames rose from the bottom of the cauldron.

This was no ordinary fire, but a nascent form of the Myriad Ancient Cauldron's innate "Samadhi True Fire," which Ye Xuan was activating with his profound Vital Energy from the ninth layer of Yuqing.

Alchemy valued the control of heat and spiritual sense above all else.

Yet, Ye Xuan appeared exceptionally relaxed.

After the Myriad Ancient Cauldron was upgraded to a Spirit Tool, it gained sentience, making it practically an automatic pressure cooker.

He only needed to supply Vital Energy; the cauldron would handle the rest.

"Sizzle, sizzle~"

Faint sounds emanated from within the cauldron.

Impurities were being removed, and essence was being condensed.

Time ticked by.

The sky outside turned from day to night, and from night to dawn.

If it were in the past, Ye Xuan would have collapsed from exhaustion long ago.

But now, he was full of vigor, with a faint divine light flowing within his eyes.

"Condense!"

Ye Xuan suddenly let out a low shout, pressing down with both hands.

The flames within the cauldron instantly receded.

A visible wave of white energy spread outwards from the Myriad Ancient Cauldron.

Fortunately.

He had set up an isolation formation in the courtyard, otherwise, this commotion would have certainly blown the roof off.

"Clang!"

A clear cauldron chime, like the profound sound of the Dao, exploded in Ye Xuan's mind.

It was done.

A smile touched Ye Xuan's lips as he beckoned with his fingers in the air.

Six streams of golden light shot out from the cauldron's opening and hovered before him.

Each pill was round and full, with cloud patterns flowing on their surfaces, gleaming like they were forged from pure gold.

Top-grade Heavenly Sun Pills!

A total of six!

If this success rate were revealed.

Other alchemists would probably want to smash their heads against a wall on the spot.

An average alchemy master would consider themselves lucky to get three pills from a single batch, and those would be a mix of low and mid-grade.

A situation where all pills were top-grade could only be described with one word.

Absurd!