Next, Xu Changqing struck while the iron was hot and refined the remaining three types of pills.
Thunder-Jie Pill, high-quality grade.
Sun-Piercing Pill, supreme grade.
Barrier-Breaking Pill, high-quality grade.
That meant that among the four types of pills refined this time—
Both the Warm-Sun Pill and Sun-Piercing Pill had reached supreme grade, and their pill formulas were Masterful Tier.
Only the lightning-related Thunder-Jie Pill and Barrier-Breaking Pill fell slightly short, but they had still reached high-quality grade, with pill formulas equivalent to Expert Tier.
It seemed that although the Thunderfire Spiritual Root provided assistance, it was ultimately not a true Lightning Spiritual Root.
Xu Changqing looked at the four kinds of pills before him, deep in thought. In that case, the reason my Alchemy Skill has yet to reach Initiation probably has nothing to do with pill refinement itself. There must be some other deficiency.
Five Warm-Sun Pills.
They were amber in color, like honey steeped in late-autumn maple leaves.
Three Thunder-Jie Pills.
They were dark purple overall, with lightning-like veins across their surfaces.
Four Sun-Piercing Pills.
They were golden yellow overall, as though coated with a layer of Gold-Melting.
One Barrier-Breaking Pill.
It was jet-black overall, its surface covered in spiderweb-like cracks.
There were thirteen pills in total across the four varieties, and even the worst among them was high-quality grade.
If word of this got out, it would be nothing short of astonishing.
After all, Xu Changqing appeared to outsiders as nothing more than an ordinary spirit farmer.
In other people's minds, someone like him should have faced the yellow earth with his back to the sky, trudging through mud all day and dealing with all manner of spiritual plants.
Alchemy?
What a joke!
Just then, a prompt appeared.
``` Would you like to consume 4 years of