Frostfall Pill

"Everyone knew that the Cold Poison left behind when a Water Spirit Root cultivator failed to break through to Foundation Establishment was basically incurable. Only the Pure Frost Pill could barely suppress it."

"However, no hidden injury in this world could not be cured by pills. In the vast world of Alchemy, there were two pills capable of curing Cold Poison."

"The first was the renowned Third-Tier Upper Grade Treasure Pill [Frostbreaker Pill] of Water Arts Alchemy. This pill could clear Cold Poison, rejuvenate the body of whoever took it, and let them rise from ruin to gain another chance to break through to Foundation Establishment."

Hearing this, Chen Beiwu's expression shifted slightly.

Previously, in order to treat the Cold Poison in his mother's body, he had specifically asked the school's Alchemy teachers about it.

Without exception, all the teachers said that Cold Poison was difficult to cure, and only the Third-Tier Treasure Pill, Frostbreaker Pill, could treat it at its root.

Noticing the change in Chen Beiwu's expression, Teacher Li stopped keeping him in suspense and continued explaining, "The second is the relatively uncommon Second-Tier Middle Grade Spirit Pill [Frostfall Pill] of Fire Arts Alchemy.

"After taking it, this pill can clear Cold Poison. Its drawback is that it cannot make up for the user's lost Lifespan or restore their fallen cultivation realm."

At this, Chen Beiwu's eyes lit up slightly.

Third-Tier Upper Grade Treasure Pills were rare. He feared that only Golden Core True Persons had the authority and financial means to buy one. But Second-Tier Middle Grade Spirit Pills were different; most Foundation Establishment Rogues could afford them.

With the Divine Ability Nine-Breath Qi Ingestion and the treasured Nine-Breath Chaos, Chen Beiwu was confident he could become a Foundation Establishment Rogue in the shortest possible time.

As for his mother's Lifespan and cultivation realm, he could make up for those gradually with other pills when the time came.

"Ring, ring, ring!"

As the bell rang, most of the students in the classroom secretly looked toward Chen Beiwu, their gazes carrying a trace of envy and jealousy.

The signs of the Seventh Layer of Qi Refining were too obvious.

Even those who were somewhat careless and hadn't noticed the change in Chen Beiwu could figure it out from their classmates' reactions over the course of a lesson.

Perhaps because the difference was too great, someone couldn't help muttering a curse under his breath. "Holy shit, our class has another promising immortal seedling-someone who could get into the Seventy-Nine Upper Sect, or even one of the Thirteen Immortal Sects!"

Many students called the Seventy-Nine Upper Sect a cradle of Golden Cores. The saying meant that outstanding graduates from the Seventy-Nine Upper Sect could become Golden Core True Persons.

And the Thirteen Immortal Sects were even more remarkable!

The prodigies who came out of the Thirteen Immortal Sects were recognized by the Immortal Alliance as having Nascent Soul potential. Even Golden Core True Persons would lower themselves to befriend them and wouldn't offend them lightly.

As for the Five Great Grotto-Heavens, which stood above the Thirteen Immortal Sects, none of the students present had even considered them. They were true dragons that simply could not appear in a shallow pool like Far Sky County.

Over the past several thousand years, hundreds of millions of examinees in Far Sky County had taken the College Entrance Examination, yet not one had managed to enter the Five Great Grotto-Heavens. It was easy to imagine how difficult that was.

"You're famous again," Xu Lingling teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Boring."

Chen Beiwu stood up and walked toward the office under everyone's gaze.

So he really did come. Li Jiacheng wasn't surprised when Chen Beiwu appeared not long after he had sat down.

Normally, he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to a student, much less go out of his way to speak up in class.

But Chen Beiwu was different. A sixteen-year-old cultivator at the Seventh Layer of Qi Refining, with a clean background, was worth making a small connection with.

"Teacher, I'd like to ask you about something." Chen Beiwu got straight to the point.

"That's simple." Li Jiacheng took a sip of tea. "The Immortal Alliance only released the Frostfall Pill formula half a month ago. I know how to refine it, but my success rate isn't high-only thirty percent."

"Teacher, you mean...?" Chen Beiwu asked tentatively.

"One batch of spirit medicines for refining the Frostfall Pill is worth about three hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones, and it should produce around three pills."

At this, Li Jiacheng paused briefly, then spoke frankly. "The Frostfall Pill sells for eight hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones per pill on the Immortal Alliance Official Website. I can sell you one at cost-three hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones."

Chen Beiwu was a little surprised.

Wasn't earning Spirit Stones nice?

Why was Teacher Li willing to sell him a pill at cost for no reason?

Seeing Chen Beiwu standing there in a daze, Li Jiacheng smiled. "What, your teacher wants to make a small connection with you, and you're unwilling?"

"Of course I'm willing. It's just that the price is too generous. You have to spend money and effort refining pills, Teacher." Chen Beiwu hesitated. The sudden kindness made him suspect there might be a catch.

Hearing this, Li Jiacheng nodded inwardly, feeling rather pleased.

He's a good kid. My judgment has always been as sharp as ever!

As a teacher in the Second-Year Soaring Class, he knew Chen Beiwu's family situation very well. To sum it up as buried in debt would hardly be an exaggeration.

Even so, Chen Beiwu remained steadfast and refused to take advantage of his teacher.

No wonder the teachers in Second-Year Grade had spoken so highly of Chen Beiwu over the past few days, saying that he was like a dragon swimming in a shallow pool, with a touch of Golden Core bearing, and would become at least a Foundation Establishment Rogue in the future.

"Since you think it's too cheap, how about your teacher sells you a Frostfall Pill for seven hundred Spirit Stones?" Li Jiacheng asked tentatively.

"That's fine. Thank you, Teacher." Chen Beiwu nodded confidently.

Li Jiacheng stroked his beard. The more he looked at Chen Beiwu, the more he liked him. "All right. A promise is a promise. I said three hundred Spirit Stones for one, so it'll be three hundred. I won't sell it for a single Spirit Stone more."

This kid wasn't just honest; he was also unflappable.

For a moment, Li Jiacheng seemed to see a bit of his former self in Chen Beiwu.

But even so, he wasn't about to miss out on the Spirit Stones an Alchemist ought to earn. That was Li Jiacheng's principle in business.

Considering their teacher-student relationship and the small connection he wanted to make, he would only earn a few dozen Low-Grade Spirit Stones selling Chen Beiwu one Frostfall Pill. With anyone else, he would have to earn at least four hundred Spirit Stones.

"Thank you, Teacher." Chen Beiwu was grateful.

"There's no need for that. You earned it yourself." Li Jiacheng waved a hand, then glanced up at Chen Beiwu and encouraged him. "The Immortal Dao is boundless. If you want to see a broader world, then give it everything you've got and get into one of the Thirteen Immortal Sects!"

After leaving the office, Chen Beiwu had just reached the corridor when he heard the Homeroom Teacher's stern voice coming from the classroom.

"Good, very good. You're getting more and more impressive. Only one summer vacation has passed, and your class ranking nearly got overtaken by the neighboring Elite Class. Is this how you approach cultivating immortality?"

"Or do you not want to enter a sect after the College Entrance Examination? Are you planning to apply to a Specialized Academy, go home, and settle for herding cattle?"

"You cultivate the Immortal Dao for yourselves, for Longevity and Unfetteredness-not for your teacher. To put it bluntly, among all the classes I, Wang Kui, have taught, you're the worst!"

As they listened to their Homeroom Teacher's reprimand, not a single student in the class dared make a sound, let alone speak up in protest.

Oh no, my luck's rotten this time. I've walked right into the Homeroom Teacher's line of fire. Chen Beiwu felt it was a little ominous, but he could only steel himself and step forward to call out, "Reporting in."

Wang Kui instinctively furrowed his brows and turned toward the classroom entrance.

He wanted to see which kid had the gall to be late to his class.

The quiet classroom grew a little restless, and almost every student looked toward the door.

Xu Lingling nudged her best friend with her elbow and whispered, "Hehe, we're in for a show this time."

Xu Ziqing smiled gently and shook her head slightly. "There's no show to watch."

Sure enough, when Wang Kui saw that it was Chen Beiwu, the sternness on his face vanished at once. He said kindly, "Come in. Watch the time next time."

"???" Xu Lingling's eyes widened.

What was going on? Had Teacher Wang been possessed?

He actually had such a kind and approachable side? This made no sense at all!