Song Wen's brows abruptly knitted, and the aura around him instantly grew colder.
Ghost Bone clearly noticed Song Wen's displeasure and immediately barked a rebuke.
"Elder Wan Liang, Immortal Venerable Du Hun possesses unfathomable strength, yet his integrity is lofty, and he never bullies the weak. But that is no excuse for your insolence! Apologize to the Immortal Venerable at once!"
"Forgive me, Immortal Venerable." Wan Liang hurriedly bowed with his hands clasped. "But this pill cost me untold effort. I revised the formula again and again, searched everywhere for spiritual herbs, and endured countless failures before finally refining this one pill. In my momentary distress, I offended you. Please do not hold it against me, Immortal Venerable."
Song Wen's earlier gentle tone was gone as he spoke gravely.
"Hand over the pill and your alchemy notes."
Wan Liang glanced at the pill floating in midair. However reluctant he was to part with it, he ultimately lacked the courage to refuse.
He turned his hand over and produced a Jade Slip, then used his magical power to send it over to Song Wen along with the pill.
Song Wen extended his spiritual sense into the Jade Slip and quickly scanned its contents.
The notes were extremely detailed. They contained not only the formula and refining methods, but also an account of every revision Wan Liang had made, including the reasons for each failure and his conjectures for subsequent improvements.
With these notes, coupled with having personally watched Wan Liang refine the pill earlier, Song Wen was confident that his own alchemical skills would make it relatively easy to refine.
However, Wan Liang's anxiety over this pill was not without reason.
Although none of the spiritual herbs required for the pill were immortal-grade, many were exceedingly rare. Gathering them all would