Nourishing Qing He with pill lightning; Xin Lan: a Seventh-Rank Alchemist?! The mysterious master of the Dao Sect (5k)

"What do you feed on?" Xiao Yan asked thoughtfully.

"Dao resonance..." The young Dao attendant seemed to know how precious it was and answered nervously, "I can swallow ordinary spiritual energy too. It just doesn't taste as good as dao resonance."

"Forget about dao resonance. My heart still aches over that mouthful I fed you. Spiritual energy, though... I could consider that."

Xiao Yan pondered for a moment.

"Since you wear lotus leaves and are dressed all in green, I'll call you Qing He."

"Yes, Father." The young Dao attendant nodded obediently. She had rosy lips and pearly teeth, with a faint touch of red shading around her eyes. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, and her green clothes complemented her lotus-root-white skin. Her pale, tender feet rested in midair as she stood to one side, quietly awaiting Xiao Yan's decision.

Xiao Yan swept his hand.

A ring of air surged outward, sweeping the remnants in the secret chamber into a corner. Then he set up the Eight Trigrams Furnace again and began refining a seventh-grade pill, the Life Devouring Pill.

Before long, pill lightning rumbled.

Yet it seemed to lose some enthusiasm upon seeing Xiao Yan, and its initially tremendous momentum slowly faded.

"Hey, don't stop!"

Xiao Yan glared at the thundercloud overhead, which seemed on the verge of dispersing, and pointed at it as he cursed, "Useless thing! You don't even have the heart to strike anymore, and you call yourself a pill tribulation? I went to all this trouble refining a seventh-grade pill to summon you, and you're just leaving? Are you here to waste my time?" "Rumble!!!"

In an instant, the pill lightning erupted with several times its previous might, transforming into a thick lightning dragon that roared down at tremendous