NOVGO.NET Chapter 314: Refining the Pill Veined Mystic Grade Pill
Chapter 314: Chapter 314: Refining the Pill Veined Mystic Grade Pill
Chapter 314: Refining the Pill Veined Mystic Grade Pill
Qaylus understood perfectly well the sheer necessity of Rhain’s request.
If this gamble failed, it wouldn’t just be Rhain’s life on the line. The entire Valdris Royal Academy would be dragged into a catastrophic civil war against four Imperial Families.
Therefore, Qaylus decided to personally take Rhain to the Special Alchemy Room.
They passed through dozens of heavily guarded checkpoints, where elite, armored Domain Master guards bowed silently as the Dean walked past.
Finally, they arrived at the bottom of an underground fortress.
Before them stood a massive pair of metal doors, completely covered from top to bottom in dense, incomprehensibly ancient runes.
"This is the Special Alchemy Room," Qaylus explained, his voice echoing clearly in the dim corridor. "It was built millennia ago by our founders to hide our most precious treasures from the eyes of the world. The arrays etched into these walls sever all aura, and spiritual fluctuations."
Qaylus looked at Rhain with a solemn expression.
"If there is any place in this entire dynasty capable of blinding the heavens and suppressing a Heavenly Tribulation, it is in there."
Rhain gave a firm nod. "I thank you, Dean Qaylus for allowing me to use this special room."
With a heavy sound that seemed like mountains shifting, the ancient metal doors slowly parted.
Rhain stepped across the threshold.
BANG!
The heavy doors slammed shut behind him.
The silence inside the chamber was so profound that Rhain could hear his own heartbeat thumping clearly and loudly in his ears.
He walked to the center of the chamber and sat cross-legged on the cold floor.
With a flash, the exquisite crystalline box given to him by the Vaelstrum Patriarch materialized in his hand.
He unlatched the seal and opened the lid.
Inside rested the Emperor-Grade pill that was currently keeping the Vaelstrum Clan’s Monarch alive.
It radiated a torrential wave of life-sustaining essence.
Rhain didn’t simply admire it.
His dark grey eyes instantly ignited with a piercing golden light.
Eyes of Truth!
His golden gaze pierced directly through the glowing exterior of the pill, meticulously deconstructing its incredibly complex essence network down to its microscopic foundational roots.
’Just as I thought,’ Rhain murmured inwardly, a mocking smirk brushing past his lips.
While the pill contained an astronomical amount of energy, it was plagued by inherent, deeply embedded impurities.
The so-called Alchemy Emperor of the Royal Court had simply lacked the supreme flame and Soul Power required to refine the medicinal properties to the degree of perfection.
This pill could hardly be called 40% pure. The remaining majority was simply a failed product.
"It’s just a temporary solution," Rhain concluded rationally. "It forcefully pumps energy into the Monarch’s body to sustain his life, but the impurities simultaneously clog his decaying meridians. It is merely delaying the inevitable."
Rhain’s dark grey eyes flashed with confidence.
He didn’t need to refine a flawed Emperor-Grade pill to save the Vaelstrum Monarch.
He just needed a flawless Mystic-Grade pill.
But an ordinary flawless pill wouldn’t be enough.
It had to possess innate Pill Veins that contained the laws of heaven and earth.
A pill like that would not just temporarily sustain the Monarch’s life force; it would actively heal the decay at a foundational level.
Rhain didn’t waste another second.
With a wave of his hand, a blinding flash of spatial light lit up the chamber.
THUD!
The colossal, starlight-infused Emperor-Grade artifact crashed onto the stone floor.
Purple Moon Mystic Furnace!
Fwoosh—!!!
A blood-red fire erupted from Rhain’s fingertips.
Red Tribulations Heavenly Flame surged beneath the cauldron, instantly raising the temperature of the isolated chamber to an extremely high degree.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
With a thought, dozens of priceless Mystic-Grade herbs flew out from his spatial ring, diving straight into the blazing purple furnace.
Any normal Grandmaster Alchemist would have screamed in horror at such a reckless, careless method.
Tossing so many herbs together was a guaranteed recipe for an explosion!
But Rhain was unfazed.
The moment the herbs entered, the Emperor-Grade furnace’s innate stabilizing array matrix activated.
The elemental clashes of the herbs were instantly suppressed and neutralized.
Guided by Rhain’s vast spiritual sea and the incinerating purity of the Red Tribulations Heavenly Flame, the herbs melted.
One hundred percent of their medicinal essence was extracted flawlessly, without a single speck of impurity.
The liquid essence swirled perfectly within the cauldron.
But now came the true test.
"Condense!" Rhain roared inwardly. He pushed his Soul Power to its limit.
The ocean-like spiritual sea crashed down upon the liquid essence, compressing it.
The mental toll was horrific.
Mystic grade pills were different from the pills of Epic Grade and lower levels, for the pills at the level of Mystic grade can have a sliver of their own consciousness, and can actively fight for its control.
It’s even harder for a Pill Veined Mystic Grade Pill.
Sweat poured down Rhain’s pale face as the pressure inside the cauldron spiked to a frenetic level, fighting desperately against his control.
"Submit!" Rhain gritted his teeth, refusing to yield a single inch of control.
Time passed in a grueling tug-of-war between his willpower and the force of nature.
Finally—
CLANG—!!!
The huge lid of the Purple Moon Mystic Furnace was blown into the air.
A pillar of pure white light shot out from the depths of the cauldron.
An unimaginably profound fragrance instantly flooded the entire chamber, a scent so pure that just breathing it in made Rhain’s overdrawn spiritual sea feel instantly rejuvenated.
Hovering gently in the air above the furnace was a dazzling pill.
It was perfectly round, its surface pristine white.
But etched across its flawless exterior were glowing leaf-like golden lines.
Pill Veins!
Perhaps this could be the very first Pill Veined Mystic Grade Pill in the history of this dynasty.
Rhain’s chest heaved.
He didn’t immediately reach for the pill. Instead, he snapped his head up, his dark grey eyes locking onto the stone ceiling of the chamber.
He held his breath.
His entire body tensed, fully preparing for the spatial lockdown to shatter and a Heavenly Tribulation to crash down upon his head.
One second. Two seconds.
Five seconds passed.
Nothing happened.
Fortunately, no lightning fell.
The gamble had paid off!
Rhain let out a shuddering exhale.
With a trembling hand, he secured the Pill-Veined Mystic-Grade pill into a specialized jade bottle.
The moment the bottle was sealed, the last remaining shred of his adrenaline vanished.
Utterly exhausted, his soul power drained to the very bottom, Rhain collapsed backward onto the stone floor, gasping for air.
He had done it.
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The next morning.
Thousands of miles away, the outside world was entirely oblivious to the miracle that had just been birthed in the Valdris Royal Academy.
Across the bustling streets, crowded taverns, and opulent noble estates of the Solathane Dynasty, the matters of the Celestial Elixir Pavilion was still discussed.
For the past two weeks, public opinion had completely turned against the Celestial Elixir Pavilion.
"Hah! Have you seen? That fraudulent Pavilion is still completely deserted!"
"Of course it is! After the Imperial Decree and the Alchemy Emperor’s statement, who would dare buy their demonic poison?"
"I heard that so-called ’Grandmaster Korryn’ tucked his tail between his legs and fled the capital in fear! He knows the executioner’s blade is waiting for him!"
"Coward! A complete fraud!"
But suddenly...
"HAVE YOU HEARD?!"
A frantic cultivator burst through the doors of the teahouse.
"A missive! A public missive from the Celestial Elixir Pavilion has just been released."
The loud chatter in the tavern instantly died.
"What is it? Is it the same innocent script? Or did they announce their surrender?"
"NO!" the man screamed, "Grandmaster Korryn hasn’t fled! He... he just issued a direct, public refinement duel to the ALCHEMY EMPEROR!"
The words dropped like a nuclear bomb.
"WHAT???"
The entire teahouse erupted into madness.
The news swept through the commercial districts, the noble estates, and the wandering merchant caravans like an earthquake.
Grandmaster Korryn was openly challenging the supreme alchemical authority of the Solathane Dynasty!
And the terms of the duel were so staggering, so unbelievably arrogant, that the citizens and nobles were left mind-blown.
"Are you insane?! Let me see that!" a wealthy merchant snatched the missive, his hands trembling as he read the glowing text aloud.
"The Royal Court gets to choose the herbs! They get to dictate the exact choice of pill to be refined! And Grandmaster Korryn is betting his own life on the outcome!"
"He’s giving them every single advantage!"
"But look at his demand!" another cultivator shrieked, pointing at the bottom of the scroll. "If Korryn wins... he demands that the Alchemy Emperor kneel before him and apologize to the entire dynasty, confessing his statement was a malicious lie!"
Everyone was struck dumb.
To demand the only Emperor-rank Alchemist of the Royal Court to drop to his knees and apologize before the whole world?
It was an insult worse than death!
It was a display of monumental arrogance that flipped the whole script!
The narrative across the dynasty shifted in the blink of an eye.
The fear and suspicion of demonic pills were instantly replaced by a fanatical awe at Korryn’s sheer audacity.
"A fraud wouldn’t bet his own life and give the enemy the advantage of choosing the pill!"
"He must be absolutely certain of his flawless technique! He’s not a coward; he’s a mad god!"
"Will the Royal Court accept?! If the Alchemy Emperor refuses, it means he’s scared!"
From the lowest slums to the highest, gold-draped halls of the Noble Families, the entire Solathane Dynasty was now holding its collective breath, eyes fixed on the capital, waiting to see how the Royal Court would respond to this unprecedented challenge.