Having walked through the mortal world and gained a disciple of such outstanding talent, what more could he want?
"Please go ahead, Elder Du." Su Mo nodded.
"For this final batch of pills, I want you to refine it without plants and trees, without a pill furnace, and without spirit fire," Elder Du said, looking at Su Mo.
Su Mo froze. Without plants and trees, without a pill furnace, and without spirit fire, how could he refine pills?
Elder Du seemed to see Su Mo's confusion as well and asked solemnly:
"What is pill refinement?"
Su Mo thought for a moment. "Plants and trees as medicine, the pill furnace as form, spirit fire as power, and Dao intent as the guide. Bringing them together is pill refinement!"
Du Pingsheng nodded, then turned and walked out of the Bamboo Hut into the rain, letting the ceaseless downpour batter his aged body.
From time to time, muffled peals of thunder rolled down from the heavens...
"Among all things in heaven and earth, what cannot become a pill?"
Boom!
Just then, a thunderclap rang out, shaking Su Mo's divine soul.
Su Mo also stepped out of the Bamboo Hut, and the rain soon soaked his snow-white Confucian Robe.
His white hair, not bound up but simply tied, fluttered ceaselessly in the wind and rain.
Among all things in heaven and earth, what cannot become a pill...
Su Mo raised his head, gazed at the gloomy sky, and slowly began to smile.
"I understand!"
Du Pingsheng turned toward Su Mo and nodded in gratification, unstinting in his praise. "Your comprehension is exceptional. I knew you would understand."
"Rest for a few days. Once you are at your best, go and refine that Pill of Nothingness. The day the pill is complete will be the