As everyone outside the wooden house heaved a sigh of relief, Xiao Yan refocused his mind on the medicinal cauldron. His soul power poured in completely, taking in the heat of the flames and every reaction produced as the various medicinal liquids fused.
Inside the cauldron, the Milky White Flame enveloped a fist-sized mass of liquid. The liquid was somewhat multicolored, though crimson dominated overall. Yet within that crimson, several differently colored energies seemed to be slowly and continuously merging with it...
Sensing the calm within that mass of liquid through his soul power, Xiao Yan relaxed slightly. After the earlier mishap, matters had become much more stable. At this rate, once all the medicinal power within had fully fused, it could gradually condense into the rudimentary form of a pill...
Of course, this was an exceedingly slow process. By Xiao Yan's estimate, this fusion alone would likely take at least five days...
Slowly drawing a breath, Xiao Yan gradually closed his eyes. He devoted a sliver of his attention to circulating the Flame Mantra and absorbing the ambient energy of heaven and earth, while his soul power continued hovering within the medicinal cauldron, controlling the heat and the fusion of the various medicinal powers...
All he needed to do now was wait quietly.
And that wait lasted a full six days.
Over those six days, the crowd that had originally gathered in the Yue Family to watch the excitement gradually dispersed. Yet whenever nearly everyone came out each day, their gazes would unconsciously drift toward the wooden house in the rear courtyard. As they looked at the house emitting faint yet immense soul power, their eyes held a trace of admiration.
The person inside that wooden house had been designated an honored guest by the Yue Family Patriarch. On