Ascension of The Unholy Immortal-Chapter 358: Imperial Grade Pill

Alchemist Song leaned forward, his eyes narrowed as he carefully observed the three pills. His expression shifted through a range of emotions, from wonder to disappointment and finally to amazement.

"This..." he muttered under his breath with a trembling hand reaching out. "This is an Imperial grade Spirit Pill! The rest are merely Superior ones."

"Impossible!" echoed a chorus of disbelief.

Alchemist Song’s words hung heavy in the air, causing a commotion amongst the audience. Many older experts widened their eyes in disbelief and amazement at the presence of an Imperial grade Spiritual Ascension Pill.

Superior grade spiritual pills represent the pinnacle of alchemy in the current era. These pills are renowned for their remarkable purity, potent effects, and exceptional quality. They are extremely difficult to refine, requiring the use of rare ingredients and a profound understanding of alchemical techniques.

Imperial grade spiritual pills on the other hand transcend the realm of superior grade pills and embody the very essence of alchemical excellence.

An Imperial grade pill is formed when the pill undergoes a miraculous transformation during the alchemy process, likened to the birth of a phoenix from mere ashes. The pill’s medicinal efficacy transcends the limitations of its ingredients, reaching an unparalleled level of potency.

For every thousand Superior grade pills, only one may reach the Imperial rank, making them incredibly precious.

In the annals of alchemy, Imperial grade pills are shrouded in legends and myths. Alchemists strive for a lifetime to produce such a pill, but only a fortunate few ever succeed. It is said that an Imperial grade pill possesses a spirit of its own, a consciousness that guides the alchemist’s hand during its creation.

While the ingredients and techniques required for its creation were not inherently distinct from those used in crafting Superior grade pills, several crucial factors determined its elevation to the Imperial realm.

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The alchemist must possess not only exceptional skill but also an unwavering determination and a deep comprehension of alchemy’s profound principles.

Finally, a touch of divine fortune was often attributed to the successful creation of an Imperial grade pill. During the refining process, the elements of the pill must align harmoniously, allowing the nascent pill to transcend its original limitations and attain an unmatched level of efficacy. This touch of serendipity was beyond the control of even the most skilled alchemists.

"Venerable sir, are you saying that… one of these pills is genuine?" Xia asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Alchemist Song nodded slowly. "Indeed," he replied, his eyes never leaving the pill in question. "This pill is without a doubt an imperial grade pill, something that is impossible to replicate artificially."

"To think that this prestigious auction would unveil such a treasure. It is truly a blessing from the heavens," an excited voice exclaimed from the third floor.

The experts’ gazes converged on the seemingly unremarkable crimson pill, their eyes filled with envy and burning desire.

"Elder Song, may I ask how you were able to discern the difference between these pills?" Xia inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Alchemist Song lips curved upward. "Little girl, these pills may appear identical to the untrained eye, but to a seasoned alchemist like myself, the differences are as clear as day. The Imperial Spirit Pill radiates a unique aura that permeates the air around it. It is a subtle essence that can only be detected by those who have a deep understanding of alchemy."

"Furthermore," Alchemist Song continued, "the surface of the Imperial Spirit Pill exhibits a faint iridescent shimmer that dances under the light. This is a characteristic that is wholly absent in the Superior Spirit Pills."

Xia nodded in understanding, her respect for the elder alchemist growing. She turned to face the eager attendees, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

"I didn’t expect this auction to uncover such an astounding treasure. This Imperial Spiritual Ascension Pill alone is worth more than our entire collection!" A joyous exclamation echoed from the second floor, capturing everyone’s attention.

"Old man Song, you old fox, you actually know about the existence of Imperial grade Spiritual Ascension Pills? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?" The Martial Lord’s voice was tinged with a hint of frustration.

"Hmph! You old brute, who asked you to be so impatient? What’s the harm in letting these little fellows get a taste of the real deal?" Elder Song retorted inwardly.

"Haha, Martial Lord, you overestimate me," Alchemist Song laughed modestly. "I have just figured this out. Even in my younger days, I have only encountered a handful of such elixirs."

The Martial Lord snorted coldly, clearly unconvinced.

Xia’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she carefully retrieved the Imperial grade pill and placed it back into its jade box. "Estimated guests," she announced to the eager crowd, "it is our honor to present to you this highly coveted treasure. The only Imperial grade pill in the domain."

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Liang turned to face the source of the voice, finding the ethereal white-robed figure standing at the edge of the spring. Her captivating eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and admiration.

Had she witnessed the entire process? He couldn’t be sure, but he couldn’t shake off a sense of discomfort that she had been observing his every move.

"Young miss, when did you arrive?" Liang looked at her with confusion.

The woman chuckled softly, her ethereal features enhanced by the gentle glow of the Immortal Dragon Spring. "I have been here for a while, observing your progress. It seems you have made quite significant advancements."

"I was preoccupied with my own experiments and failed to detect your presence. I apologize for that."

"There’s no need for apologies," she replied with a playful laugh. "Even if you tried, you wouldn’t have sensed me."

Liang nodded, though inwardly he sneered; her arrival was not entirely unexpected.

"It’s fortunate that you’ve combined the three techniques to your advantage," she observed, her gaze sharp. "Had you been satisfied with just one, I wouldn’t have even looked your way."

Something felt off in her tone, but Liang remained humble, replying, "It was merely a stroke of luck."

"Well, consider yourself lucky," she said, amusement dancing in her eyes as she stepped forward, suddenly appearing before him.

Instinctively, Liang attempted to step back but found himself frozen in place.

"Prepare yourself," the woman murmured, extending her hand and touching his forehead with a delicate, ethereal finger.