Two days later, Liu Yu looked at the bottle of Jade Spirit Pills in his hand, a faint smile curling his lips.
Over the past two days, he had done nothing but cultivate and refine pills. He had refined five batches of Jade Spirit Pills each day, finally succeeding with one batch today. One success out of ten batches-his success rate had barely reached ten percent.
Little Brow Mountain, the Feng Household.
By now, Feng Guangyou had returned to the lineage. He found the patriarch, Feng Tianwei, offering incense to their ancestors in the ancestral hall, and bowed respectfully to deliver his report.
"Patriarch, on my trip to Cold Moon City, I met the Primordial Yang Sect's garrison envoy. He accepted our lineage's gifts and suspected nothing."
Feng Guangyou held the patriarch in great esteem. The Feng Household of Little Brow Mountain had once ranked last among the three lineages in this region. Only under the patriarch's tireless, determined leadership had they advanced step by step to where they stood today, their strength now edging ahead of the other two lineages.
Cultivators' bodies were cleansed by spiritual energy, slowing their aging. Feng Tianwei looked like a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, though he was actually nearing sixty.
He stood before the ancestral tablets in contemplation, his back to Feng Guangyou. Only after a while did he speak slowly.
"Guangyou, you did very well. It is a pity that your spiritual root aptitude is so poor, leaving you little hope of reaching foundation establishment. If Guanglin had even half your steadiness, I could entrust the lineage to him in the future without worry!"
Feng Guangyou had grown up in the lineage and remained deeply attached to it. Hearing this, he replied with heartfelt sincerity.
"Guanglin is still young. With