Another month passed.
One evening, Cheng Xinzhan came to Pure Yang Hall.
Although his master had returned, he had first approached his grandmaster about this matter, so naturally he could not trouble multiple people over the same thing.
"Grandmaster."
He sat down opposite Daoist Tongxuan.
Seeing that the pupil of his left eye was already entirely cinnabar-red, like the rising sun, Daoist Tongxuan knew he had opened his Yang Palace himself and mastered the "Nine Yang Returning-Form Golden-Pill Eyes."
"Is everything ready?"
Daoist Tongxuan asked.
Cheng Xinzhan nodded and took out the lead bottle Huanzhu Louzhu had bestowed upon him in White Jade Capital. Inside was none other than "Yangming Cloud Hall Gang."
Daoist Tongxuan took it, uncorked it, and poured out the Gang dew.
The Gang dew looked like cow's milk, surging through the air. Under their gaze, it suddenly transformed into a mirage dragon. When Cheng Xinzhan leaned closer to look, it abruptly became a little cloud. Looking carefully, he could even see a miniature marketplace atop it. Before he could make it out, it turned back into milky dew.
"So it is 'Yangming Cloud Hall Gang.' This Gang must come from mirage clouds breathed out by a mirage dragon. Just as a mirage forms atop the clouds, it must happen to be noon, exposing them to the Great Sun. Only a hundred li of mirage clouds can be refined by the Great Sun into one tael of Gang dew. You have half a tael here—quite a considerable amount."
Daoist Tongxuan spoke with a smile.
Cheng Xinzhan was very surprised. He had never taken the Gang dew out since receiving it and had not known it had such origins or could undergo such transformations.
"Those who refine this kind of Gang become as light as swallows. Without using