Even Xiao Yu could not help looking delighted at the Dou Ling Pill before him.
After the Dou Ling Pill broke through the fifth-grade limit, Xiao Yu could sense that the surging energy sealed within it was exceptionally pure and gentle. In quality, a vast gulf separated it from the Dou Ling Pill he had taken before.
That was only a comparison of quality, however. The energy it contained was not noticeably greater. Judged by grade, this Dou Ling Pill could only qualify as mid sixth grade.
Xiao Yu did not care about that. As long as it could raise his strength again, who cared whether it was sixth grade or fifth grade? It made no difference.
Pill in hand, Xiao Yu walked to the window and pushed open its wooden shutters. Outside, the sky had already darkened. The setting sun hung low, draping the entire city in a faint coat of golden red.
"The second round of the Alchemist Tournament should be almost over by now," Xiao Yu murmured.
Even without Medusa's threat, Xiao Yan had still entered the Alchemist Tournament. Whether it was because the sixth-grade Spirit Fusion Pill could help awaken Yao Lao or because the Three-Pattern Green Spirit Pill would be a tremendous help in his Three-Year Agreement, this world's corrective force was on full display when it came to its destined protagonist.
Closing the window, Xiao Yu went to the bed and sat cross-legged. It was time to take this sixth-grade Dou Ling Pill and raise his cultivation.
The Alchemist Tournament would end tomorrow, and the Three-Year Agreement would take place the day after that. Time had run out. What mattered most was seizing this moment to raise his strength again and improve the chances of his upcoming plans succeeding.
If not for that, Xiao