Refining Gold Elixirs with a Sow

In Nangong Wan's quiet chamber in the back mountain of the Moon Concealment Sect, the fragrance of pills had yet to dissipate.

She was trying to calm the turmoil Fang Yu's miraculous alchemy skills had stirred in her heart, wondering whether his "sow butt sealing theory" was truly shocking wisdom or whether that one-armed brat was simply spouting nonsense again.

The door was violently rammed open with a creak.

Nangong Wan looked up, and a smell mixed with dirt, livestock stench, and something indescribable rushed into her nostrils before its owner even entered.

Fang Yu was back.

And he was not alone.

His only remaining right arm was dragging one of a fat, sturdy old sow's hind legs in an extraordinarily savage manner. The beast grunted and squealed, and it looked to weigh at least three hundred pounds.

The sow kicked wildly with all four hooves, plowing several wet muddy streaks across the smooth floor. Its pair of bewildered small eyes were filled with the terror of, Who am I? Where am I? What is this one-armed demon going to do to me?

"Damn, you've got quite some strength!" Fang Yu cursed under his breath, sweat beading on his forehead. Clearly, hauling this living creature here from some godforsaken corner had taken considerable effort.

He dragged the sow beside the crimson alchemy furnace as though hauling a dead dog, clapped his hands, and flashed Nangong Wan—who stood there dumbfounded as if struck by a petrification spell—a grin that revealed a mouthful of white teeth. "Elder, mind if I borrow your furnace? The materials are all here!"

Nangong Wan's gaze slowly shifted from that grunting lump of flesh radiating a strong pastoral aroma to Fang Yu's face, which practically proclaimed that he was an honest man. Her temples throbbed violently, and