Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao c1-1294

by Flying Alone 孤单地飞

  It was practically fatal for a cultivator to develop a habit of relying on others.

  After searching for a long time, Ling Han did not find a technique most suitable for himself. While pushing one’s strength to nine Stars, 10 Stars, or even 11 Stars of Shattering Void Tier was relatively simple, breaking through to 12 or 13 stars was extremely difficult—an improvement by one Star was akin to reaching for the heavens.

  After a moment’s contemplation, he suddenly felt a burst of inspiration, and thought to himself, ‘Now, I am complete with six attributes. What if I practice six different cultivation techniques and combine them?’

  With such a thought, he suddenly felt an uncontrollable excitement.

  He searched high and low for six techniques of similar level and comprising of six attributes, which belonged to the category of the five elements 1 and thunder, and then memorized each of them.

  … The materials here couldn’t be taken out. Unlike traditional books, these techniques were inscribed on bone—some were beast bones, and some were even human bones, and holding them was slightly hair-raising.

  As the fingers touched them, the bones glowed, and the techniques were manifested—they were all seen as interweaving secret patterns, and not real words. There was also a chart of veins, which described the route of flow of Origin Power and certain concealed acupuncture points in the human body that needed to be unblocked.

  “So there are such things!”

  This truly opened Ling Han’s eyes. He came from a small world, and even if he had lived two lifetimes, this was something he couldn’t change. Given the limitations of the environment in a small world, he had only studied two types of ten-level techniques—one was from the Sea Race, and another one from the five sects.

  These techniques could at best allow him to cultivate his strength to the level of 11 Stars of Shattering Void Tier, still two Stars away from reaching the limit of Origin Power.

  Ling Han was utterly engrossed in going through the techniques. He was already standing at the pinnacle of the ninth layer of the Shattering Void Tier; these techniques were just a reference for him, not a difficult problem that would constantly drive him up the wall in frustration. He couldn’t help but be extremely delighted.

  He was confident that he could break through and attain the strength of 13 Stars of Origin Power after integrating the six techniques.

  There was no need to worry about Body Arts—the Nine Dragons Tyrant Body Art was absolutely awesome, enough for him to reach the utmost limit of brute force.

  After spending just less than half a day, he closed his eyes in satisfaction. Then, after exhaling a long breath, he revealed a smile. He put the bone books back in place before heading off in search of alchemical arts.

  ‘Found it!’

  Ling Han found an ancient scripture. This one was an actual book. Flipping through it, he saw that it recorded the techniques to refine Level Ten alchemical pills, and described the effects of some Level Ten alchemical pills on cultivators of Mountain River Tier.

  For example, Replenishing Spirit Pill.

  Ling Han wasn’t greedy; he decided to only work on the recipe for this alchemical pill for the time being.

  He memorized the pill’s recipe—it was a simple matter as long as one had a memory good enough. This wouldn’t be a problem for most cultivators. The difficulty lay in extracting the patterns from the medicinal ingredients and weaving them together during the process of concocting the pills.

  It was too easy to make mistakes. A moment of inattentiveness, and the incorrect interweaving of patterns would cause the whole concoction to be completely destroyed.

  Therefore, this pill recipe’s record of the ingredients was only a simple half a page, while the method of interweaving the patterns used up full 18 pages, and this was just a Level Ten alchemical pill—the God-level alchemical pills were even more terrifying. One whole book would only record the recipe of one alchemical pill, and this book would be outrageously voluminous.

  Fortunately, the lifespan of Immortals was long enough, so they would have enough time to learn many more pill recipes. Otherwise, someone with Shattering Void Tier’s lifespan would only be able to study a dozen or so God-level pill recipes.

  After spending another half a day, Ling Han finally closed the book and shut his eyes, digesting the information on this particular pill recipe.

  This might just be a recipe for Replenishing Spirit Pill, but since it would have certain effects on cultivators of the Mountain River Tier, its recipe was naturally complicated, and could be regarded as the recipe for a pseudo God-level pill. For Ling Han who was merely in the Shattering Void Tier, refining it would be quite difficult.

  ‘The strength of my spirit has been greatly improved by the Reincarnation Tea. Furthermore, with the cultivation of the Indestructible Heaven’s Scroll, the strength of my spirit is stable enough to refine this Replenishing Spirit Pill,’ Ling Han thought to himself confidently.

  ‘However, alchemy is a process of trial and error. From failure to success, it might take a few times, or possibly dozens of times. I only possess two True Origin Stones—I’m not sure how many ingredients I can buy.’

  He put the ancient book back in its original place, and then turned around to leave. He planned to go out of the Academy to buy the ingredients for refining the Replenishing Spirit Pill.

  When Ling Han came to the library’s main entrance, the white-haired elderly man glanced at him, and when Ling Han walked out through the doors, the old man suddenly said, “I am surnamed Xu, you can call me Old Man Xu. Do drop by when you have the time, I like chatting with young people.”

  Ling Han was startled. He turned around and slightly bowed at the old man, and said, “Yes, Senior.”

  Although the old man’s aura wasn’t conspicuous, and he looked like any ordinary old man, would there be any useless person in the Scarlet Heaven Academy?

  His whole person exuded a lofty and unyielding disposition, but it was different from being haughty and arrogant.

  Old Man Xu waved his hand at Ling Han. He stood there until Ling Han turned and walked away. After Ling Han’s figure disappeared, Old Man Xu murmured, “This kid actually intends to practice six different cultivation techniques! Hehe, not many people know that it would be impossible to charge towards the ultimate strength of Origin Power by merely practicing one cultivation technique, but a cultivator from a small world actually chanced upon the solution by chance. This is really interesting.

  “This is certainly luck, but luck is also a part of one’s strength. Had it not been… then I wouldn’t have fallen into such circumstances. This is my destiny, my luck!

  “Perhaps, the regrets of this old man could be made up by this kid!”

  Just as Old Man Xu said the last sentence, his gaze suddenly sparkled, and a frightening aura surrounded his whole body. However, a black-colored chain also appeared simultaneously, and tightly wrapped itself around Elder Xu’s chest, causing him to cough up blood incessantly.

  Four galaxies had actually appeared behind him, and each of them was of the same size—had anyone seen this, they would be absolutely shocked to the core.

  Who would have thought that an elderly man guarding the library in the Northern Institution was actually a peerless elite whose cultivation level had reached the pinnacle of perfection level of the Heavenly Body Tier?

  Chapter 907 - Pill Concoction

  Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

  After leaving the library, Ling Han immediately went out of the Academy, and strolled around the Imperial Capital in search of a pharmacy.

  The practice of cultivation would always be inseparable from alchemical pills, but the concocting of alchemical pills could only be done by an alchemist. This limited the number of pharmacies available. Ling Han had visited a few, but found that the scope of these pharmacies was too limited—the alchemical pills put up for sale were of Heaven Grade and below, so it would be impossible for hi
m to purchase the ingredients required for the concoction of Replenishing Spirit Pill there.

  Seeing that the payment there was settled using gold and silver, one would already know—the level was too low indeed.

  After looking for a while, Ling Han finally found a pharmacy with a large shop front and a big signage. He had yet to go in, but saw that there were four guards standing at the door, each with the cultivation level of the Shattering Void Tier.

  He knew it now: inside this pharmacy, there would definitely be something that he needed.

  Sure enough, the alchemical pills and medicinal herbs here were very complete, and the highest-grade alchemical pill even reached the seventh layer of the Immortal level!

  What kind of concept was this?

  That was for the consumption of elites who had attained the higher levels of the Sun Moon Tier. If Ling Han was to consume one now, his body would explode, and he would die.

  This also applied to the True Origin Stone—the condensed Spiritual Qi of the heaven and earth contained within it was too concentrated. If he were to refine it now, he would only be courting death, and it would do nothing to upgrade his cultivation level. Therefore, now this cultivation treasure could only be used as currency.

  Ling Han was not in the least reluctant to part with it. As the saying went, you have to lose some to gain some. As long as he would be able to concoct Replenishing Spirit Pill, it would help him generate a lot more True Origin Stones in return.

  Fortunately, the purchasing power of True Origin Stones was considerably good. A standard-size True Origin Stone—that would be about 500 grams—could buy five Replenishing Spirit Pills, or as much raw materials as adequate for ten portions.

  Ten portions were not only able to produce ten Replenishing Spirit Pills; rather, each portion could produce up to five pills. It was calculated according to the size of the standard alchemy furnace, taking into consideration the difficulty of interweaving the patterns. This was the standard.

  However, few alchemists could refine all the ingredients in the furnace—five were the limit, and being able to refine three would already be above the standard.

  Taking into account the cost, as long as ten portions of the ingredients could be refined, merely 10% success rate of pill concoction was sufficient to earn back the cost. From this point of view, alchemy was a profitable business—the same was true in the Immortal Realm and small world alike.

  It was a pity becoming an alchemist was too difficult, and an alchemist with a high success rate of pill concoction was even rarer.

  After learning that Ling Han wanted to concoct the Replenishing Spirit Pill, the staff was very enthusiastic, and said that if Ling Han was successful in concocting said pill, they could buy it, but not at the price of one True Origin Stone for five pills. It would be one True Origin stone in exchange for seven pills instead.

  They would have to earn something, right?

  Shattering Void Tier was definitely the largest group of cultivators in the Chaotic Stars Majestic Empire, so the Replenishing Spirit Pill was very popular, and there was no need to fear that it wouldn’t all sell even if there was a large number available. On the contrary, this kind of alchemical pill had always provided a small profit but rapid turnover, and was more effective in attracting customers. Sometimes, it would even be sold at a loss.

  Ling Han did not care about this; he not only bought ready-made ingredients, but also seeds.

  Having such a good thing like the Black Tower, it would be silly not to make full use of it!

  Soon, he would have an endless supply of raw ingredients, and no longer need to buy them here again.

  Moreover, the Replenishing Spirit Pill was in the end merely a Level Ten alchemical pil. Most of the ingredients used would only require a hundred years of growth, and only a few of the ingredients would require twice as long. For the Black Tower, it would only take two months.

  Ling Han had spent two True Origin Stones—one was to buy ten portions of the ingredients, and the other one was used to buy plenty of seeds.

  After returning to the Academy, he began to bury his head in concocting the pills.

  He naturally had no difficulty in purifying the ingredients, but he took a deep breath next—the next step was a crucial one: concocting the pill itself.

  Open up the furnace!

  Within the Black Tower, Ling Han didn’t have to worry about the extreme temperature of the flame. Inside it, he was a true God.

  Boom , the flames were raging, and Ling Han began to put the ingredients into the alchemy furnace. Refined with True Fire, the energy in the medicinal ingredients began to volatilize, and the patterns were intertwined.

  Ling Han acted, reorganizing these patterns to meet the requirements of Replenishing Spirit Pill. It was so that the pill would give the desired effect.

  He kept on putting in the medicinal ingredients, while the veins were also becoming more and more complicated.

  With the sound of a bang, Ling Han sighed—the furnace exploded. He had failed.

  As an Alchemy Emperor, how long had it been since he last had a taste of failing a concoction?

  Ling Han couldn’t help but think of the past. He was constantly swimming in the ocean of the path of alchemy. Explosion of the furnace was common. How would there be an Alchemy Emperor in the later years without so many failures first?

  Instead of immediately starting to refine the second batch of ingredients, he closed his eyes and recalled the previous attempt in detail, trying to ascertain the cause of his failure. If he couldn’t figure it out, then even if he were to attempt concoction a hundred times, he would still fail a hundred times.

  After a long time, Ling Han began the process of refining for the second time.

  Boom ! He failed again.

  However, if someone else was present, they would find that Ling Han’s failure this time came later than the last attempt.

  In other words, he was making progress.

  After summarizing his failure, he made another attempt.

  Boom ! This was the third failure, but no matter—there was improvement.

  At the fourth attempt, he still failed. For the fifth attempt, he still failed. Then, the sixth attempt also ended in failure.

  But, the corners of Ling Han’s lips revealed a smile. He had lost track of time, and fully devoted himself to concocting the pills. He was confident enough that he would succeed in the seventh attempt.

  ‘Come!’

  He was extremely cautious; his hands were constantly moving, exerting a strong force, conditioning the patterns of the medicinal ingredients, and making the different ingredients resonate with each other. He was interweaving the patterns in such a way to give the effects that a single medicinal ingredient could never produce.

  After half a day.

  Ling Han’s expression was solemn as the most crucial time had arrived.

  “Open!” He humphed lightly, and his hands instantly began moving innumerable times. Three blazes of flames burst forth.

  It was Three Fire Guide, a secret technique of his own creation.

  He suddenly opened the lid, and saw that there were five jade green round pills in the furnace, but with the opening of the lid, pa, pa, pa, pa , four pills shattered to pieces, leaving only the last one leaping about. It seemed to have a life of its own, attempting to escape.

  Ling Han quickly took hold of it, and went out of the Black Tower, intending to experience the pill tribulation of a Level Ten alchemical pill. But, as he stood in the yard, he didn’t see any signs of thunderclouds all along.

  Could it be that because it was refined in the Black Tower, it was disregarded by the heavens and earth?

  “Meow!” The cries of a very angry cat were heard. A big fat cat threw itself over, unsheathing its claws to scratch Ling Han.

  “Hey, hey, hey, are we not good friends?” Ling Han quickly dodged.

  “Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow!” The fat cat was screaming incessantly.

 
; “It said that it has waited for you for seven days, but you have not appeared. Where was the meat you promised?” said the Small Tower.

  Ling Han mouth slightly twitched. “You can even talk to cats?”

  “What am I not capable of?” Small Tower responded in a tsundere tone.

  Ling Han was dumbfounded. ‘Seven days have actually passed?’

  He grabbed the fat cat, and said, “Alright, alright, I will treat you to some meat! Please stay your hand… no, I mean claws. Otherwise, how am I going to make you a meal?”

  The fat cat finally stopped attacking Ling Han. It sat on its hind legs, bearing an aloof and proud expression.

  ‘Humans, you all are the slaves of this royal cat!’

  Chapter 908 - Obvious Progress

  Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

  Ling Han made a huge meal for the fat cat and himself. Naturally, Gold-seeking Rat joined them and ate to its heart’s content.

  Looking at the cat and rat being together like partners in crime, Ling Han couldn’t help but laugh—this was way too harmonious 1 .

  This thought had yet to pass when the fat cat pounced onto Gold-seeking Rat—this little mouse actually dared to sneak a look at its meat! This scared the latter so badly that its four limbs became stiff, while its tail went straight as a ramrod. It then lay on the ground, playing dead.

  This trick was time-tested. It used to amuse the ladies the likes of Zhu Xuan Er and Helian Xun Xue—only Hu Niu would drool looking at itself, causing the little one to feel extremely insecure. Fortunately, that girl who was a more gluttonous disaster than itself had already left them.

  However, its happiness had barely lasted a few days when another ferocious fellow came along again!

  ‘Why did Master always have these scary monsters that would frighten this little one by his side?’