Mo Qingcheng returned to her room. After Luo He's advice failed, Mo Qingcheng began to concoct pills again.
The cauldron floated in the air, and the scorching heat of the flames didn't seep out at all.
Concocting pills was different from forging weapons. Concocting pills did not require flames that were too strong. One only needed to have perfect control over the fire, and not a single mistake could be made. Forging weapons, on the other hand, required extremely strong flames because they needed to smelt the materials. This was especially so when it came to forging high level Divine Weapons. The stronger the materials, the harder it was to melt.
The most crucial part of forging Divine Weapons was the Divine Imprints.
The most crucial part of alchemy was one's perception.
Although it seemed simple, it was actually extremely difficult. Not only that, some people's perception was innate. Some people were born with extremely sensitive perception, and were proficient in alchemy. For example, Mo Qingcheng's Heart of Seven Apertures.
Concocting a medicinal pill required too many combinations of medicinal ingredients, and the dosage had to be incomparably accurate. Every time the ingredients were combined, the sequence and the composition had to be guaranteed to be flawless. Otherwise, it would result in the medicinal pill's grade being subpar. In fact, there were even times when a mistake was made, and a medicinal pill that was meant to save lives could turn into a deadly poison.
Mo Qingcheng's perception had always been within the cauldron, quietly waiting. For the sake of concocting this pill, she had failed many times.
The current her was already a fourth-ranked alchemist, which meant that she could concoct fourth-ranked pills with a success rate of 20%. However, for the sake of concocting this third-ranked pill, she had already failed 27 times.
This was because the pill she wanted to concoct was a taboo for alchemists, the Limit-break Pill.
As the name implied, Limit-break Pill was a pill created for the purpose of breaking through to the next level.
In the cultivation of the martial dao, one step at a time, one footprint at a time. This was the truth. Refining pills was also a kind of balance. The pills you refined could be used to strengthen the physique, improve the meridians, or even powerful pills that could change the cultivator's physique, or even resurrect the dead!
However, the Limit-break Pill was a pill that defied the logic of cultivation, breaking the equilibrium in the world. It would allow Wu Xiu to forcefully break through to the next level, and was known as a taboo for alchemists. It required the blood and sweat of an alchemist with a unique physique to concoct it. Even if the person who concocted it succeeded, their vitality would be severely damaged, and the failure rate was exceedingly high. Hence, although the effects of the Limit-break Pill were heaven-defying, very few people would actually attempt to concoct it. If it weren't for the fact that Mo Qingcheng had prepared a large number of pills to replenish her vitality, she would have long since lost all her vitality.
After a long period of time, Mo Qingcheng could feel the changes within the cauldron. A hint of redness flashed past her countenance. This time around, the smelting of the medicinal ingredients was exceptionally perfect.
"This time, we must succeed." Mo Qingcheng's beautiful eyes flashed with a resolute light. Instantly, a thin line of blood appeared on her wrist. Her right hand pressed against the position of her heart, and instantly, her heart's blood was forced out. Instantly, her countenance paled, and a drop of blood containing an immense amount of spiritual energy dripped down from her wrist, falling into the cauldron.
Mo Qingcheng's countenance was as pale as a sheet of paper. She retrieved a few medicinal pills and directly swallowed them, as a look of determination flashed in her eyes.
She would definitely succeed, she definitely would.
She was very clear on how strong Zhan Chen was. Although she believed in Qin Wentian, the disparity between the two of them was too great. He had put in so much effort, unceasingly making up for it. How could she remain unmoved?
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Zhan Chen, Qin Wentian, and Ouyang Kuangsheng all stared at the black-robed figure, their eyes flickering with sharpness.
The cultivation of this person wasn't very high, only at the eighth level of Yuanfu. However, the devilish might he exuded gave off a sense of terror.
"Who might you be?" Zhan Chen coldly asked as he stared at the black-robed figure.
Devil Arts were already extremely rare, and not only that, they were forbidden arts. As long as they appeared, they would definitely be extremely terrifying.
However, very few people dared to cultivate devil arts.
Devil Arts were tyrannical, and it was extremely easy for them to devour the user. It was one of the easiest cultivation arts to fail. Once there was the slightest mistake, it was very possible for the user to enter into Qi Deviation. The devil energy would devour the user, and in the best case scenario, the user would lose their humanity and become a killing machine. In the worst case scenario, the user would directly explode and die.
Not only that, even if one succeeded in cultivating it, they would still have to go through a terrifying amount of pain. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to endure it. In order to obtain the power of the devil path, one had to endure its tyrannical nature.
Hence, if one didn't have great determination and willpower, they would never choose to cultivate devil arts. Even if a devil art was placed in front of them, they would still hesitate.
There was an ancient saying in Grand Xia: Once one entered the devil path, there would be no regrets in this lifetime.
This meaning was that for those who cultivated the devil path, there was no turning back. In the future, if they chose to cultivate the devil path, they could never regret it. If not, they would die without a burial ground.
Devil cultivators, on the path to becoming stronger, had to endure pain that was ten times or even a hundred times greater than that of ordinary people.
However, the power gained by devil cultivators would also surpass that of ordinary people.
Hence, even though Zhan Chen's cultivation base was at the peak of the ninth level of Yuanfu, a hint of trepidation could be seen in the depths of his eyes.
No one dared to underestimate the combat prowess of a forbidden devil cultivator.
Now that this person had appeared in Ginkou, there was no doubt that he would definitely contend for the Heavenly Fate Rankings. It seemed like the ranking battle this time around would be extremely brutal.
"Scram."
The voice of the black-robed figure was hoarse, it was impossible to tell if it was a man or a woman. His eyes were still fixed on Zhan Chen, and the coldness in his gaze was so cold that it could penetrate the hearts of those who saw it.
"It's so rare to meet a devil cultivator, how can I not fight?"
Zhan Chen's entire body shimmered with a golden light, as a terrifying sharpness flickered in his eyes. Although his opponent was a devil cultivator, he was already at the ninth level of Yuanfu, and he had already comprehended the Gold-Element Ancient Art. His entire body was as tough as metal, there was no need to fear a battle. He wanted to see how strong this devil cultivator was.
As the sound of his voice faded, Zhan Chen stepped out, advancing towards the black-robed figure.
The devilish might exuding from the black-robed figure intensified, as a terrifying cold light flickered in her eyes. An extremely cold Yin intent gushed forth, enveloping Zhan Chen, causing his countenance to stiffen.
"Devil Arts are extremely tyrannical, and yet this person's Devil Art actually contains an extreme Yin Qi? What kind of cultivation art is this?"
Zhan Chen slashed out with his sword in the air, his sword light piercing through the air, incomparably sharp.
The black-robed figure waved her palms, as a tyrannical devil imprint blasted out. With a thunderous boom, the sharp sword was annihilated together with the terrifying devil palm.
Zhan Chen placed his finger in front of him, and in an instant, the sound of sword whistling filled the air. Golden rays of light shot out in all directions, as numerous terrifying ancient swords manifested. Zhan Chen pointed his finger forward, as nine beams of sword light shot out simultaneously, exuding a terrifying might.
At this moment, he was also probing how strong the black-robed figure was.
The black-robed figure continued waving her palms, as a pitch-black Great Heavenly Devil Palm blasted out, causing the Heavens and Earth to tremble.
After destroying the nine swords, the black-robed figure stepped out, moving towards Zhan Chen. How tyrannical were devil cultivators? How could they passively endure attacks?
This black-robed figure had a skinny frame, yet at this moment, when she unleashed her Devil Art, she exuded a terrifying might, akin to a devil king descending from the heavens.
Another palm strike blasted out, as a surge of annihilation energy gushed forth, heading straight for Zhan Chen. At the same time, the Yin Yin Qi corroded Zhan Chen's entire body, causing the space around Zhan Chen to be completely enveloped by it.
"Devil Arts are indeed powerful," Ouyang Kuangsheng praised. Being able to fight against Zhan Chen with a cultivation base at the eighth level of Yuanfu, one could very well imagine how powerful this black-robed figure was.
Qin Wentian lightly nodded his head. At this moment, he was filled with bewilderment as he asked, "This person appeared to help us obstruct Zhan Chen. Do you know him?"
Ouyang Kuangsheng lightly shook his head, "I don't know any devil cultivators. What about you?"
Qin Wentian pondered for a moment before shaking his head. It was impossible for him to be acquainted with devil cultivators.
Zhan Chen's eyes turned golden as the aura he exuded grew increasingly terrifying. Qin Wentian and Ouyang Kuangsheng only saw a layer of golden armor enveloping his body. Both of his hands folded into ancient seals, and in an instant, the keening of swords could be heard as golden rays of light cascaded downwards, enveloping his entire body. Numerous resplendent golden swords floated around him, as though wanting to punish the Heavens and Earth.
Each and every one of those swords exuded a terrifying might.
An expression of shock appeared on Qin Wentian's face. Was this the might of the Gold-Element Ancient Scroll?
"RUMBLE!"
A towering demonic cloud appeared in the air, as the surrounding space turned dark. The spectators from afar gradually turned their gazes over, their hearts filled with terror.
Who was it? Who was it that cultivated the forbidden Devil Art?
In the hands of the black-robed figure, a terrifying devil king spear appeared. Terrifying demonic clouds congregated on the tip of the spear, as a tyrannical devil might permeated the air. At the same time, the black-robed figure's body was clad in a layer of devilish armor, as a fearsome devilish glow circulated around him.
"Chaotic Art of the Heavenly Devil." At this moment, a voice drifted over. In the air, a silhouette appeared, clad in robes as white as snow, exuding an icy aura.
Her eyes were fixed on the black-robed figure, as shock could be seen flickering in her eyes. "Where did you learn this Devil Art from?"
The black-robed figure glanced at the newcomer, as his gaze wavered. This newcomer actually recognized this Devil Art.
This was indeed the Chaotic Art of the Heavenly Devil, one of the nine ultimate arts of Ancient Grand Xia. It was also the only Devil Art amongst the nine ultimate arts. He had cultivated it under a stroke of good fortune, and even had a small accomplishment in it.
"Yun Mengyi." Qin Wentian stared at the silhouette. She actually recognized this Devil Art? Who was Yun Mengyi exactly?
"Let's deal with him first." Yun Mengyi's gaze landed on Zhan Chen, as a terrifying light flickered in her eyes. She clenched her fists, causing the Heavens and Earth to be covered in frost. Instantly, a bone-chilling aura enveloped Zhan Chen, causing him to feel as though his body was being sealed in ice.
The black-robed figure didn't say anything, he too, dashed towards Zhan Chen. His devilish long spear erupted forth with a terrifying might, causing the entire space to tremble. Devil intent filled the skies as a fearsome devilish might swept towards Zhan Chen. If this strike landed, no one under the Heavenly Dipper Realm would be able to retreat unscathed.
Yun Mengyi's silhouette was as swift as the wind, as swift as lightning.
With her Mandate of Wind at the Perfection Boundary of the first level, in terms of speed, there were few in Yuanfu who could compete with her.
A terrifying sense of crisis descended, and a terrifying golden light flashed in Zhan Chen's eyes. A blinding light burst forth from his body, and a destructive Heaven Punishing Might burst forth. Countless Golden Punishment Swords revolved around him, transforming into a resplendent screen of light.
"PENG!" The tyrannical devil spear slammed forth, as Yun Mengyi's fearsome fist light similarly shattered. Zhan Chen's body was flung through the air as he groaned in agony. His gaze swept over to the two of them, the killing intent in his eyes was incomparably intense. He didn't expect to encounter such a situation. Both of them were extremely powerful.
The spectators in the distance were all shocked. There were even people who recognized Zhan Chen, causing their hearts to tremble.
Both of them were at the peak of Yuanfu, and from the exchange of blows, they could already sense how terrifying the storm would be in store for the ranking battle this time around.
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