Mystic Water Pill

Li Qingxun followed Wu Changkong into the dormitory's second floor.

Wu Changkong glanced at his phone to confirm the room number, then led him to a separate room.

Inside stood two beds. Wu Changkong pointed at them, his expression perfectly calm. "This is your room from now on. Normally, four people would share it."

"But because of Class Zero's requirements, you'll have two to a room. You're the only extra boy here."

Wu Changkong nodded to Li Qingxun, then turned and left.

Li Qingxun stepped inside.

Truthfully, he did not even have luggage. He had only just come from the military camp—where was he supposed to get any?

Fortunately, he still had the gifts his Clone had left him.

Before that Clone became the God of Emotion and departed for the Divine Realm, he had left Li Qingxun a few things.

Together with what lay hidden in the Far North Snowfield, those gifts meant Li Qingxun was not short on resources for now.

He raised a finger, and a white-and-blue ring appeared in his hand.

The Ring gave a faint glimmer, and several neatly folded sets of clothes appeared before him.

The fabric was excellent, though to Li Qingxun, they were just ordinary clothes.

After fitting the sheets and duvet cover,

Li Qingxun sat down calmly and took a deep breath.

As he closed his eyes, an image of himself appeared in his spiritual sea.

The Snow Empress sat cross-legged within it, quietly cultivating.

When she saw Li Qingxun appear, she opened her eyes, and a hint of amusement flashed through their bright, icy blue depths.

"How is it? Has life at school been good? Are you comfortable there?"

Curiosity colored the Snow Empress's voice.

She knew nothing about ordinary human school life, so naturally she was eager to learn.

At her words, Li Qingxun shook his head.

Instead of looking at her, he turned his gaze toward the center of his spiritual sea.

A massive Alchemy Furnace stood there.

It was pure white, supported by four legs.

Statues of the four divine beasts—the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise—were carved at its four corners.

The Alchemy Furnace was enormous, three or four times the size of a normal one.

It was another treasure his Clone had left behind. Or perhaps "left behind" was not quite right.

His Clone had created this Alchemy Furnace using Fantasy Power.

It perfectly met the requirements for refining any Pill.

And the Four Symbols Power within it could grant Pills a special kind of enhancement.

Such an enhancement was exceedingly rare, especially in an age when Pill-making had nearly died out.

Looking at the Alchemy Furnace, Li Qingxun's eyes flickered.

The Fantasy Dragon was powerful.

Whether in that strange world or this one, the power it displayed was terrifying.

But because of certain limitations, the Clone with the Fantasy Dragon Martial Soul had never been able to wield that power to its fullest.

In the end, what his Clone had manifested was not the true Fantasy Dragon, only an incomplete Fantasy Dragon Martial Soul.

Li Qingxun himself, however, now possessed the Fantasy Dragon.

Or rather, he was the Fantasy Dragon.

Unlike his Clone, he possessed a Divine Kingdom.

Miracle City, that Divine Kingdom, lay within him.

But his power had barely begun to awaken and had yet to recover fully.

Once it recovered further, Miracle City would reappear in the world.

That would help him greatly in the future.

As he thought, Li Qingxun's eyes flickered.

His spiritual sea began to connect with another, somewhat indistinct consciousness.

The connection was faint, but it formed with startling speed.

Once the two consciousnesses were fully linked,

a huge, illusory screen appeared before Li Qingxun.

On it was a small town in the north.

The northern weather was bitterly cold. Because the town lay near the Far North Snowfield, many people wore heavy coats.

Yet the variety of snacks here was astonishing.

Steamed buns, fried dough sticks, sesame balls—every kind of local snack filled the stalls in a dazzling array.

Then a figure in sandals, with his thighs exposed, appeared before Li Qingxun.

He held a crisp fried dough stick in his left hand and a large steamed bun in his right, eating with gusto.

Li Qingxun's mouth twitched at the sight.

He sent his thoughts across the connection. "Have you found the Tang Sect branch yet? And you're still eating?"

Helplessness edged his voice.

The person who had been stuffing his face abruptly stopped.

Embarrassment flashed through Seven's eyes, and he gave a sheepish smile.

"Yeah, soon. There's no rush, right? Besides, this Tang Sect organization is hard to find. All I found here was a company called Xuan Shi Tangmen."

"That company's pretty popular. I see it everywhere."

Seven looked embarrassed as he spoke.

He was not cold-blooded or brutal by nature, so this sort of work did not suit him.

Asking him to investigate the Tang Sect meant investigating an organization he knew nothing about.

Without knowing whether it was good or evil, he naturally felt reluctant.

As Seven was Li Qingxun's Clone, he could not hide those thoughts from him.

Li Qingxun could only feel helpless about Seven's personality.

The main reason he had created Seven first was that, of all the figures from his previous life, this one had left the deepest impression on him.

Seven had been the first to come to mind.

That did not mean Li Qingxun could not think of anyone else.

Seeing Seven ready to slack off, Li Qingxun sighed. "Stay there for now. I'll give you another task before long."

With that, Li Qingxun cut the connection.

He opened his eyes and raised his hand. The Ring on it flashed faintly.

Two old-fashioned white porcelain bottles appeared.

Li Qingxun studied them, then flicked a finger.

The bottles opened, and two deep-blue Pills flew out.

These were Mystic Water Pills, a type of Pill passed down by the Dark Nether Sect.

They were scarce, refined from many ocean Soul Beasts and a variety of other unusual materials.

They were quite expensive.

Li Qingxun had plenty of them, though not because he was especially skilled at Alchemy.

Ten thousand years ago, he had used his Clone to wipe out the Dark Nether Sect. He had also killed Xu Sanshi and Jiang Nannan without mercy.

That had left him with no shortage of Mystic Water Pills.

Looking at the two Pills, which could improve his potential and Soul Power to a degree, Li Qingxun raised his hand.

With a casual flick of his finger, all ten Pills from the two bottles rose into the air.

The next instant, all ten flew into his mouth.