Heretical Poison Pill, Achieved!

Inside the quiet room, candlelight flickered, illuminating Fang Heng's tall and straight figure.

He sat cross-legged, eyes slightly closed, his expression solemn, as if cut off from the outside world.

Crimson and white flames swirled around him; the crimson flame was hot as fire, while the white flame was cold as ice.

One yin, one yang, distinctly separate, each occupying half of his body.

The two intertwined, forming a peculiar sight.

Looking inward, within Fang Heng's lower abdomen, a pure stream of medicinal energy slowly emerged.

This stream of energy was like a spiritual snake, moving through his lower abdomen, gradually coalescing into a mass.

Faintly, it even formed the nascent shape of a pill.

The ethereal pill shimmered, emitting a faint glow, as if containing endless power.

"The Heretical Poison Pill, its embryonic form is complete."

Fang Heng murmured in his heart, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

This was just the beginning; the next step was the most crucial one—balancing yin and yang, achieving yin-yang unity.

This step required using two flames with completely different yin and yang properties for refinement, demanding extremely high control over fire.

A slight misstep could lead to all efforts being in vain, or even a backlash.

The reason Fang Heng dared to do this was because he utilized the Fire Barbarian's fire control ability.

The Fire Barbarian was a spiritual ghost he had subdued, skilled at manipulating flames, and due to the suppression of its Fate Attribute, the Soul Reaper Envoy, it would absolutely not backlash.

One person and one ghost, each responsible for one type of flame, cooperated flawlessly.

An ordinary Ghost Controller would never dare to take such a risk.

Putting oneself in such a vulnerable state was practically courting death.

Wouldn't a tamed ghost take this opportunity to unleash a furious backlash?

A spiritual ghost that wouldn't backlash was truly a great help to cultivators.

This could be seen from the aspect of alchemy alone.

In ancient times, alchemists also used spiritual pets to refine pills, and their methods were similar to mine, Fang Heng thought to himself.

It's just a pity that the Demon Race is almost extinct now, and spiritual pets are hard to find, so this method has gradually been lost.

Throughout Great Qian, rumors also persisted.

Every ten-odd years, a lucky beast would miraculously awaken its intelligence.

It would absorb the essence of the sun and moon, embarking on the path of cultivation.

And then...

It would be treated like a dog by a cultivator's subordinates.

Only the Aquatic Race, using the vast ocean as an insurmountable barrier, could still contend with humanity.

They even periodically harassed the coastal counties in eastern Great Qian.

Fang Heng collected his thoughts, focusing on the cultivation of the Heretical Poison Pill.

Within his lower abdomen, the embryonic form of the Heretical Poison Pill trembled slightly.

It emitted a crisp hum, like a jade bead falling onto a silver plate.

Or like spring water tinkling, flowing through a mountain stream.

"Condense!"

Fang Heng let out a low cry, his hand seals rapidly changing.

Within three short breaths, his fingers danced like phantoms, continuously transforming through thirty-six different hand seals.

As the hand seals changed, the crimson and white flames around him surged violently into his body, rushing madly towards the embryonic poison pill in his lower abdomen.

The influx of flames caused the embryonic poison pill to be furiously compressed and refined.

It was as if tempered steel was hammered a thousand times, squeezing out all impurities.

As time passed, the embryonic poison pill gradually solidified.

Finally, it transformed into a sphere as black as ink, suspended within the void.

This sphere was profoundly deep, as if it could swallow all light, emitting a horrifying aura.

"It's done!"

Fang Heng let out a long breath.

He opened his eyes, and two brilliant rays of light burst forth from his pupils, as if they could tear through the night.

After successfully refining the Heretical Poison Pill, Fang Heng felt a strange sensation within his body.

The poison pill was connected to his mind, as if it had become a part of him.

It was similar to the Ink Dragon's venom sac.

He could even feel a faint sense of hunger emanating from the pill, as if it craved something.

"The Heretical Poison Pill is completely empty inside, not even a trace of poison. It's practically harmless and non-toxic," Fang Heng mused to himself, a silent chuckle.

With a thought, he guided the pill into his dantian.

Suspended above the endless sea of qi, the pill immediately sensed the sealed Ten Absolute Poisons the moment it entered his dantian.

Instantly, the pill reacted like a ravenous shark scenting blood, emitting an impatient desire to devour.

Fang Heng didn't suppress this impulse. Instead, he carefully manipulated the pill, tearing a small opening in the seal.

The Ten Absolute Poisons surged out from the crack in the seal.

But before the Ten Absolute Poisons could spread havoc, the Heretical Poison Pill swallowed them up like a wolf devouring its prey, sweeping them away like a whirlwind.

For Fang Heng, it was a troublesome ailment, but in the eyes of the Heretical Poison Pill, it was a delicacy.

Watching the Heretical Poison Pill furiously devour the Ten Absolute Poisons, the black snake formed by the poisons had its tail "eaten away" in the blink of an eye.

"It actually works!"

A broad smile spread across Fang Heng's face, his eyes gleaming with delight.

However, before he could revel in his joy for too long, his smile quickly froze.

Within the Seven Stars Life Extension Array, the black snake's tail, which had just been eaten, regenerated with each breath.

It was endless and self-perpetuating.

Even after being partially devoured, it could still absorb spiritual energy from the void and replenish itself.

This was the troublesome nature of the Ten Absolute Poisons.

Seeing this, Fang Heng could only force a bitter smile, his mouth filled with a sour taste.

The assassination sixteen years ago was originally aimed at Emperor Yuanchu.

Consort Ning, to save Emperor Yuanchu, took the blow.

As a result, she became afflicted with the Ten Absolute Poisons, and Fang Heng was implicated as well.

Although his imperial mother never mentioned it, Fang Heng knew that the Ten Absolute Poisons must have greatly reduced her lifespan.

If not for her profound cultivation, she would have long since run out of life.

"Although it didn't completely remove the Ten Absolute Poisons, the Heretical Poison Pill is still a significant gain," Fang Heng thought to himself.

The Ten Absolute Poisons stored in the pill could be used as a means to harm others.

He knew better than anyone how difficult the Ten Absolute Poisons were to deal with.

If used against those old monsters whose lifespans were nearing their end, it would undoubtedly be a fatal move.

Furthermore, the existence of the Heretical Poison Pill also gave Fang Heng an additional method to suppress the Ten Absolute Poisons.

Although it couldn't eradicate them, it was like having double insurance.

Leaving seclusion!

Fang Heng stood up and pushed open the door to the quiet room.

Outside, Yun Menglan had been waiting for a long time.

She stood gracefully, her expression anxious, her gaze fixed intently on the door of the quiet room.

Seeing Fang Heng emerge, a hint of joy immediately flashed in her eyes. She quickly stepped forward and asked eagerly, "Your Highness, are you alright?"

"Though it wasn't a complete success, I've gained quite a bit."

Fang Heng smiled faintly, gently reassuring her.

Upon hearing this, Yun Menglan's suspended heart finally settled.

She gently patted her chest, let out a long breath, and said softly, "This concubine is relieved now that Your Highness is safe and sound."

Her voice was as gentle as water, and her eyes were filled with concern and tenderness.

Fang Heng looked at her, and his heart couldn't help but warm.

Though Yun Menglan was his maid, she had been by his side for many years and had long become one of his most trusted people.

Since the two of them had crossed that line, they had truly become one.

"Menglan, you've worked hard," Fang Heng said softly.

"Your Highness exaggerates. This is simply my duty."

Yun Menglan shook her head, then a hint of shyness flashed in her eyes. Her delicate hand gently untied the sash at her waist.

"Your Highness, it's late!"

Hiss—

left nothing to the imagination.

The next day, the sun was already high in the sky.

Fang Heng leisurely enjoyed his breakfast, attended to by the maids.

As for Yun Menglan, she was still fast asleep, exhausted.

Sitting on the lotus all night yesterday had completely worn Yun Menglan out.

Fang Heng had even thought of having Yun Menglan chant scriptures while sitting on the lotus.

But Yun Menglan flat-out refused.

The hurried footsteps of a servant boy approached.

"Your Highness, a Taoist priest has arrived at the back gate."

"He also said that if Your Highness saw this token, you would know his identity."

The servant boy handed Fang Heng a wooden token.

Fang Heng immediately recognized the person's identity upon seeing it.

It was his Senior Disciple Brother, Lin Yichen.

It seems Senior Disciple Brother is here to tell me good news.

Fang Heng understood perfectly, instantly grasping Lin Yichen's purpose for coming.

His proposed five-for-one exchange must have been approved by Evergreen Temple.