Chapter 643: Chapter 445: Refining the Holy Pill Again, Three Tribulation Crossing Experts Fall?

"Ho—Holy Pill?"

Wu Gang was utterly shocked, his eyes wide as saucers, terror plastered all over his face.

He needed Lin Chang’sheng’s guidance just to refine Second Grade Elixir—he wouldn’t even dare to dream about First Grade Elixir.

And now, Lin Chang’sheng can actually refine a Holy Pill?

Just what kind of monster is he? His Alchemy skills are straight-up terrifying!

"Elder Lin, are you actually a Holy Grade Alchemist?"

Wu Gang gazed at Lin Chang’sheng with unabashed envy—Could this senior’s age be merely a facade, just an outward appearance he conjured up?

Otherwise, Wu Gang simply couldn’t wrap his head around how someone so young could possibly possess such profound Alchemy mastery.

"You could say that."

Lin Chang’sheng replied simply, "Gathering these medicinal ingredients within half a month shouldn’t be a problem, right? Of course, I’ll make sure you get your Immortal Crystals!"

"No, no need! Being able to do something for Elder Lin is my honor—asking for Immortal Crystals would be insulting! I’ll handle it right away. I guarantee I’ll get everything within half a month!"

Saying that, Wu Gang spun around and left the room in a hurry.

A Holy Grade Alchemist is as rare as phoenix feathers even in the Divine Pill Pavilion Main Hall! Who’d have guessed Lin Chang’sheng, so young, already has such terrifying Alchemy skills? Now he definitely has to cozy up to Lin Chang’sheng!

This relationship is bound to pay off handsomely in the future.

Time flew by.

In just ten days, Wu Gang managed to gather every single medicinal ingredient Lin Chang’sheng requested.

As the leading powerhouse in the Immortal Realm, the Divine Pill Pavilion naturally never lacks ingredients for refining Holy Pill.

Of course, the whole affair caught the attention of the Pavilion.

Many Alchemists grew curious—which Honored Guest Elder was using such outrageously expensive ingredients?

Divine Pill Pavilion Main Hall.

"I hear the guest refining Holy Pill is a young man. Wonder how old he is, being able to craft Holy Pill?"

"He could be scamming us for rare ingredients—there’ve been plenty of Alchemists who joined the Divine Pill Pavilion as honored guests, grabbed rare herbs, then vanished."

"That’s a joke! Dare to scam our Divine Pill Pavilion? Even if he ran to The Ends of the Earth, we’d still dig him out!"

"I hear his name is Lin Chang’sheng. Could he really be Lin Chang’sheng, ranked first on the Celestial Pride List?"

"Lin Chang’sheng? That name rings a bell. Wasn’t there news just recently that the Nine Great Immortal Sects hurried to the Immortal Palace to kill Lin Chang’sheng, saying he’s an Evil Cultivator? So how did he become an Honored Guest Elder of our Divine Pill Pavilion now?"

"Who knows? This kid honestly seems anything but ordinary. If he really can refine Holy Pill, that’d be a huge honor for our Divine Pill Pavilion!"

...

Inside Divine Pill Pavilion, every Alchemist was abuzz with speculation.

Lin Chang’sheng couldn’t care less how they talked about him.

After obtaining the ingredients, Lin Chang’sheng shut himself away and began refining Divine Healing Pill.

Wu Gang brought enough ingredients for three rounds of refining—clearly he was worried about failure so he prepared two extras.

Lin Chang’sheng figured he’d just stock up on a few more elixirs.

He readied a large Furnace, allowing him to refine all three batches of elixirs at once.

Though Lin Chang’sheng had only refined Divine Healing Pill once before, with Perfection Level Alchemy, he was completely confident this second attempt would yield thirty pills per batch—with at least twenty-eight successful.

Time slipped by as he refined, and Lin Chang’sheng holed up in the Alchemy Room for three days and nights.

Outside, all the other Alchemists and apprentices were so restless it was like ants on a hot pan.

If their Pill Tower managed to produce a Saint Level Elixir, that’d be the greatest glory imaginable for them.

It would also send the reputation of their Divine Pill Pavilion skyrocketing.

After what felt like eternity, a dense aroma of elixir began to waft from the Alchemy Room. As the fragrance intensified, everyone nearby could feel their own Primordial Power stirring within.

It was as if every cell in their body opened its mouth, greedily drinking in every wisp of medicinal essence from the air.

"Did—did it succeed?"

Wu Gang’s face was gripped by awe—this was the surest sign a Holy Pill was about to appear!

A Holy Pill is something that surpasses First Grade Elixir itself.

Rumor has it that every time a Holy Pill is born, it can trigger heavenly phenomena—he wondered if that legend would prove true now.

"He? Produce a Holy Pill? As if!"

Liu Siyue scoffed, unimpressed by Lin Chang’sheng’s supposedly stellar Alchemy skills.

He’s probably just half-trained—maybe a little better than herself, but not by much.

Yet in the very next instant, a blinding burst of light erupted—the roof of the Divine Pill Pavilion couldn’t contain the brilliance, white rays pierced right through it.

The dazzling light scattered every cloud in the sky, bathing the Divine Pill Pavilion in radiant glory.

"It—it’s a Holy Pill! It’s born!"

Wu Gang’s heart thundered—was this the legendary heavenly phenomenon for Holy Pill’s birth?

Inside the room, Lin Chang’sheng lifted the Furnace lid: inside lay twenty-nine Divine Healing Pills, with one wasted pill.

Lin Chang’sheng tucked twenty-five elixirs away into his Storage Bag, leaving just four pills inside the room.

This kind of success rate is what a normal Alchemist would expect.

Otherwise, if word got out that he’d refined thirty Holy Pills and failed only once—

Countless powerful cultivators would probably rush to kidnap Lin Chang’sheng, forcing him to work day and night refining pills for them.

Squeak—

As the door creaked open, Lin Chang’sheng stepped out of the room.

"Lin—Elder Lin, did you succeed with the Holy Pill?"

Wu Gang asked, still in shock.

Even though he was near certain it had worked, he needed to hear it confirmed.

Lin Chang’sheng gave a helpless shake of his head.

"Alchemist Wu, I’m afraid I let you down. With three batches of ingredients, I only ended up with four pills—the rest were wasted!"

Lin Chang’sheng said with a touch of regret.

"F—Four pills made?"

But hearing this, Wu Gang was already thoroughly stunned.