That morning, two sharp gleams flashed through Su Shi'er's eyes. He stamped his foot hard against the ground.
A powerful surge of energy rolled outward like waves, striking the eight Pill Furnaces around him.
The next instant, eight streams of pure medicinal liquid, each a different color, rose into the air. They arced in from different directions like bridges of water and converged in the Duo Er Golden Furnace at the center.
As the liquid fell in, the Duo Er Golden Furnace began spinning rapidly.
At first, he could still make out its shape. But after only a few breaths, all Su Shi'er could see was a sheet of golden light.
The furnace spun for a full day and night.
Su Shi'er's hands flew as he formed one Pill Seal after another, never stopping throughout that day and night.
Without his noticing, sweat had soaked through his clothes.
The slight tremor in his body showed how hard he was pushing himself.
Still, compared to refining the Spirit Sculpting Pill years ago, the strain was immeasurably lighter.
The next morning arrived.
The refinement of the Li Yun Pills had reached its final step.
Su Shi'er was adjusting his breathing, preparing to form the pills.
Just then, Leng Yan, still unconscious on the ground, gave a muffled groan and suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.
The energy around her, which had been fairly steady, turned violently chaotic in an instant.
The life within her began draining away at an alarming speed.
"Hm? Senior Leng?"
"No! Those are clearly signs of poisoning! How could this happen?"
"Was it... that old bastard surnamed Qian? Damn him! How could he be so vicious?!"
Sensing the change in Leng Yan, Su Shi'er glanced over and recognized at once that she was both gravely wounded