Eternal Life: Talent Grows with Age-Chapter 277 - 179: Qi Cultivation Level 3—Direct Lineage or Blood Kin?

Chapter 277: Chapter 179: Qi Cultivation Level 3—Direct Lineage or Blood Kin?

Inside the Alchemy Room of Yun’an Institute, Lu Chang’sheng deftly lifted the mist-veiled lid off the pill furnace.

A stream of white vapor shot out, blossoming into a parasol-shaped cloud.

Spiritual Qi crowns it—such is the mark of a top-grade pill.

Lu Chang’sheng felt a surge of joy in his heart. Gazing into the furnace, several crystal-clear Qi Storage Pills lay there serenely, plump and flawless, much like longan fruit.

A faint, delicate fragrance wafted from them.

He picked one up and examined it; inside, he caught sight of a single spirit pattern.

Spirit patterns—these define an elite pill.

The pills he refined are first-grade Qi Storage Pills, and naturally, this is the pinnacle among first grades.

This meant he had reached perfection in the art of Qi Storage Pill refinement.

After all, when it comes to top-grade pills, the role of Elixir Ascension Technique is virtually negligible.

"Elite pills—forming them is no simple feat. Wonder if they can help me break through again."

At once, he sat cross-legged right where he was and swallowed a freshly made pill.

The Qi Storage Pill is designed for cultivators at the Qi Cultivation Realm, used to nurture inner qi and boost magical power.

Now, with no lack of resources and hours packed with focused training, he was already close to reaching Qi Cultivation Tier Three.

And an elite Qi Storage Pill—even late-stage Qi Cultivators could rarely afford such—so using it at Tier Two made its effects especially potent.

After a few pills, Lu Chang’sheng felt a clear surge in magical power; operating the Five Wood Immortal Technique became notably sluggish.

He knew it—the sudden leap in magical power, coupled with the lower level of the Five Wood Immortal Technique, made channeling too strenuous.

If he took a Foundation Establishment-level pill now, he’d be completely overwhelmed.

Thus, for those at the Qi Cultivation stage, the highest suitable pill was a first-grade, perfected variety.

"Five elite Qi Storage Pills—the gain in magical power rivals five times what superior-grade pills would offer for cultivation."

After a long while, Lu Chang’sheng exhaled a long, turbid breath, feeling thoroughly satisfied.

He felt deeply fortunate for choosing the path of alchemy.

Had he not, he doubted he’d even have reached Tier Two in Qi Cultivation by now.

"Wealth, companion, method, ground—wealth comes first, and that really holds some truth."

"Just need to push a little harder."

With Qi Cultivation Tier Three in reach, he decided to go straight into closed-door alchemy and, afterward, cultivate right on the spot.

So it was that another month passed; finally, after almost depleting his resources, his whole body trembled fiercely, and a wave of heat surged from his dantian out into every limb and bone.

"Thirty tiers of magical power—Qi Cultivation Tier Three!"

Lu Chang’sheng flickered and vanished from where he sat.

Moments later, in the courtyard, a chorus of whistles filled the air, hammering the surrounding metal dummies with holes of all shapes and depths.

The boost in magical power made Lu Chang’sheng’s Finger-Pressing Divine Skill even more razor-sharp.

Of course, such power was still far from true Immortal Techniques.

Lu Chang’sheng extended five fingers; a touch of pale green flame danced atop his fingertip. Gradually, the fire seemed to surge with a peculiar strength, growing agitated, and, bit by bit, refined into a pure cyan blaze.

A swoosh rang out.

Lu Chang’sheng’s left hand formed a technique sign, while his right snapped open; the leaping cyan flame instantly surged, turning into a blazing sphere of cyan fire.

Whoosh—it flew from his hand, smacking a dummy; fierce heat instantly melted it into a puddle of molten iron.

"This is the true power of an Immortal Technique."

Lu Chang’sheng thought to himself.

Minor Achievement in the Cyan Wood Fire Technique—his power jumped to a whole new level.

He was sure even a typical mid-stage loose cultivator in the Qi realm would struggle to take a direct hit from this fireball.

Minor Achievement in the Cyan Wood Fire Technique also meant his fire control grew ever more refined.

If he were to return to that alchemist ranking from years ago—even if Alchemist Lei tried to meddle—he could easily secure a Grade B potential rating.

"Though, to advance to mid-tier Qi Cultivation—that is, Tier Four—would officially make me a Grade B Alchemist. Still, things aren’t like they used to be. Besides, my alchemy skills now surpass expectations; I’ve perfected the Qi Storage Pill formula. Maybe I could snag the B-rank post even sooner."

Lu Chang’sheng mused.

The demon calamity was still unresolved.

For years now, many disciples of White Cloud Cave Mansion patrolled the area around Platinum Immortal City, hunting monsters.

Alchemists like him faced heavier alchemy quotas; plenty in the C and D zones ran themselves ragged trying to keep up.

But thanks to Lu Chang’sheng’s swift advancement in alchemy, his spare time grew considerably.

Yet he wouldn’t turn in missions early; if he did, the upper ranks might just pile more assignments on him.

There might be bonus rewards for early completion, but Lu Chang’sheng wasn’t tempted.

’C-grade alchemists are still just grunt labor. At times like this, it’s all about squeezing out the last drop. B-grade alchemists don’t have to deal with that.’

Lin Yan, for instance, was B-grade; his missions never shifted.

"I’ll head to my teacher for advice first."

Just as Lu Chang’sheng was about to leave Yun’an Institute, Steward Mo informed him someone was seeking him outside.

"The Qu Family?"

Seeking his teacher could wait. According to Steward Mo, the Qu Family’s messenger wore a face of urgency—likely a rush job—and so he had them ushered into Yun’an Institute.

The visitor was Wan Yu.

Ever since Lu Chang’sheng had refined the Everlasting Pill, the Qu Family valued him greatly. Plus, Wan Yu had been busy leading monster hunts, so she had seldom met with Lu Chang’sheng.

Now, seeing her again, this once slightly plump woman seemed far leaner, eyes sunken—a sign of too little rest.

"Chang’sheng, I’ve got a new pill formula here. You need to refine it for me, fast."