Drawing Five-Colored Pill Lightning, the Han Clan Patriarch Was Scared Witless

Xiao Yi Xian closed the book, the corners of her lips lifting slightly.

"Lu Heng is a nineteen-year-old Five-Star Dou Zong and an Eighth-Grade Alchemist, with Elder Yao, a Three-Star Dou Zun, at his side. Anyone would have to treat him like an honored guest."

Qing Lin held a pair of flower shears and said softly, "Brother Lu Heng was already amazing to begin with."

Han Yue stood at Lu Heng's side, a gentle smile on her fair face as she poured him a cup of warm tea.

Lu Heng took a sip, then lightly knocked Zi Yan on the head.

"You sure talk a lot. Didn't those twenty longan pastries last night shut your mouth?"

Zi Yan covered her head and grumbled, "They weren't good. Too sweet. They weren't as filling as the Sixth-Grade Pills you refine."

After chatting and joking for a while, Lu Heng returned to the western wing and shut the door.

He sat cross-legged on a cushion and took out all the medicinal herbs he had accumulated in his Storage Ring.

With the thirteen Eighth-Grade Medicinal Herbs plundered from the Black Emperor Sect, the seven he had just obtained from the Han Clan, and resources such as the Cold Abyss Jade Spirit Grass brought out from beneath Demon Flame Valley, his reserves of Eighth-Grade medicinal ingredients had become exceptionally abundant.

Lu Heng raised his left hand. With a thought, the Five Elements Roulette slowly emerged behind him.

Azure, crimson, yellow, white, and blue radiance flowed across the roulette, while faint lightning patterns remained around its edge, left behind after it had absorbed and transformed the Three-Colored Pill Lightning.

"The Five Elements Roulette can absorb Pill Lightning..."

Lu Heng gazed at those faint arcs of electricity and sank into thought.

Lightning was born from the clash