Cao Ying looked straight into Qin Yu's eyes and slowly asked the question.
"Hmm... is that really important?"
"Of course!"
Cao Ying's voice rose a few notches, but judging by Qin Yu's attitude, the answer seemed to be beyond anything she had imagined.
"Probably... before I took the Seventh-Rank High-Level Alchemist assessment."
After thinking it over, Qin Yu gave her only a rough point in time.
In truth, he could no longer remember the exact date. After all, surely very few people kept a little notebook to count the days while cultivating.
"Before the High Seventh Grade assessment..."
Upon hearing this, Cao Ying froze where she stood, lost in a daze for quite some time.
So Qin Yu had broken through to the spirit realm that early?
"Then why didn't you take the Eighth-Tier assessment?"
Suddenly, a question flashed through Cao Ying's mind.
With a spirit realm soul and Dou Zong strength, Qin Yu undoubtedly already met the essential requirements for refining an Eighth-Grade Pill.
"Well, I wanted to give myself a little more time to build a firmer foundation."
"Ah, enough about that. That old fellow Mu Yang said the medicinal ingredients would arrive tomorrow. Who knows whether they'll pull some other stunt?"
Qin Yu casually changed the subject, but Cao Ying was no longer in the mood for idle chatter. She offered a few perfunctory replies, then went to rest.
Early the next morning, Cao Ying was cultivating quietly, condensing her soul power bit by bit.
"Hey!!! Where is everyone?! The medicinal ingredients are here!"
The sudden shout shattered Cao Ying's peaceful cultivation environment, instantly breaking her concentration just as she was trying to touch the barrier to the spirit realm.
With a smack, Cao Ying slapped her room's door clean off its hinges, sending it straight at