Sunlit Peak, Hidden Rosy Clouds Temple.
Dong Shouren and Fang Weimin both came out of the temple and gazed at the strange phenomena above Rain-Hued Peak as the cauldron opened.
"I prepared three portions of spiritual materials for Granduncle-Master. I never expected him to use them all at once-and successfully refine every portion, each one imbued with spirituality."
Fang Weimin exclaimed in admiration, his face full of reverence.
"If Xinzhan devoted all his energy to the Dao of Alchemy, who knows how high his achievements would reach?"
Dong Shouren said.
Fang Weimin nodded repeatedly.
"Haven't you been trying to refine some of the mountain's elixirs whose traditions have been lost and left gathering dust? Bring your Granduncle-Master along. His Lion Lord still can't move for the time being, so he can't leave. Take this opportunity to bring him closer to the Dao of Alchemy and have him contribute more to it, leaving his insights and reflections to benefit those who come after."
"Yes."
The following summer.
The seventh day of the fourth month in the 475th year of Ming, Grain Buds.
Cheng Xinzhan opened the cauldron, let it cool, collected the elixirs, extinguished the fire, and washed the cauldron, all in one seamless sequence.
Another fine batch of elixirs had entered the world.
Just then, spiritual light suddenly flickered over the Sword Furnace, and fragrance filled the room. A streak of fire leaped out of the furnace and landed before Cheng Xinzhan. It rolled on the spot, becoming a Red-Haired Monkey blazing with fiery light, and immediately bowed its head to the ground.
The Sword Furnace had just been washed, so this naturally could not be an elixir left inside. Cheng Xinzhan had already sensed the little monkey's aura. The Crimson Empyrean Dharma Sword had nurtured an artifact spirit