Was avenging a grudge satisfying? It certainly was, but perhaps not quite as satisfying as she had imagined.
After her initial shock, Xia Linglan said nothing more about Xuan Ji. Perhaps she found it somewhat laughable that all her efforts over the years had struck at empty air, or perhaps, knowing Xuan Ji was dead, she felt there was no need to concern herself with her anymore.
What weighed on her heart now was whether his soul could be gathered back together.
Yet when it came to Xia Linglan and her daughter recovering their loved one's soul, theoretical possibility was one thing, and actual feasibility was still quite another.
This was not Yi Shuyuan being immodest. He could already count himself among the leading figures of the alchemy tradition in this age. Leaving aside the chances of an Immortal Elixir successfully restoring a soul, even how to refine a Spirit-Stabilizing Elixir remained unclear.
The Vital Essence Pill and Starwoven Pill were, in truth, Immortal Elixirs Yi Shuyuan had naturally brought into being by following the timing of heaven, answering his heart, and adapting to the Dao. He had obtained them by forging ahead through the mist, without any particularly definite objective.
But deliberately refining a pill he knew only roughly from fragmentary texts-and one that had to reach the level of a Dao Pill-was something even Yi Shuyuan had no confidence in.
By contrast, when Yi Shuyuan thought of the Cat Demon Xuan Ji from back then, another thought stirred in his heart.
During this process, Yi Shuyuan had unwittingly settled cross-legged on the east-facing rock, his eyes half closed as he sank into a state of inward realization.
The others sensed this state as well, so that Jiang Lang and the rest instinctively fell quiet.
Not much time passed,