Sure enough, in order to verify his conjecture, he let Wanyan Jing touch the cauldron again when refining the second one.
This time, the cauldron was destroyed.
Wanyan Jing seemed to be unwilling to give up and pestered Zhou Yang to try again. Although the cauldron was not destroyed this time, it did not improve the quality of the cauldron either. It was still two-vein.
"Three-vein Star Pill requires earth to produce metal … This is much more difficult than fire to produce earth. After all, I have the power of fire …"
Just as he thought, he still could not reach the level of three-vein even after repeated attempts.
Although two-vein and three-vein elixirs were no different to him, he had the Black Demon Pill Seal after all. Only by mastering the method of refining three-vein elixirs could he refine a perfect second-grade celestial pill.
By the next morning, he only had less than half of the flag's power left.
"It seems that it is impossible to refine a perfect second-grade celestial pill in a short period of time. However, three-vein elixirs are enough for me. It's just one less level of cultivation."
After pondering for half a cauldron, Zhou Yang finally decided to take a three-vein second-grade celestial pill.
At noon, he swallowed the three-vein celestial pill.
When the elixir entered his stomach, there was a hot feeling in his abdomen, and a moment later, his dantian was filled with power.
"Beast Fire Scripture!"
Activating the cultivation method, the elixir's power was absorbed in large amounts. It flowed through all the meridians in his body and returned to his dantian after one cycle.
Boom!
The blue liquid sword suddenly burst into flames. In an instant, Zhou Yang slowed down and felt that his strength had increased by ten tigers.
He broke through to the fifth rank of the Mercury Realm.
However, this was far from exhausting the elixir's power. The improvement did not stop.
The fifth rank of the Mercury Realm, the sixth rank, the peak of the sixth rank, the seventh rank of the Mercury Realm …
In the end, his cultivation stopped at the peak of the seventh rank of the Mercury Realm.
He was only one step away from stepping into the eighth rank of the Mercury Realm.
The eighth rank, with the power of eighty tigers, plus the power of twenty-two tigers in his body, he could reach the power of one hundred and two tigers in one punch without using Star Souls or any martial arts.
This had exceeded the power of the Mammoth Fist.
"My Quintessential Essence is more vigorous. Maybe I can try the second stage of the Mammoth Fist, Realization!"
His right hand clenched into a fist, and the wind on the peak grew stronger. In just a moment, sand and pebbles flew from the ground, and Zhou Yang's robes fluttered with every step he took.
Wanyan Jing sat by a rock in the corner and watched Zhou Yang. For some reason, she felt extremely calm as she watched this man practice. It was as if she was in the peaceful Nanman Kingdom's palace and not under the swords of countless enemies in a foreign land.
Was this the feeling of being protected?
Wanyan Jing was mesmerized by the scene!
"Manifestation!"
With a bellow, Zhou Yang punched out.
Roar!
The trumpeting of an elephant shook the mountains. A blue flaming elephant charged out of Zhou Yang's fist and instantly destroyed a nearby boulder.
"It's a success, but this is just the beginning. Whether it's the impact or the explosion of a flaming elephant, it's not enough to break the defence of the chief disciple …"
An ordinary protector disciple would have a set of robes, as well as a protective layer of True Qi. As for the head protector disciple, he would definitely have more defensive methods, such as powerful Astral Souls and Martial Arts, or even a powerful physique like him.
A flaming elephant was far from enough.
A year ago, Zhou Xianxian could already manifest two icemen to attack him during the Clans Tournament.
At the thought of this, he began to cultivate again. This time, it was night time.
"Zhou Yang, take a break. Strike a balance between work and rest."
Wanyan Jing said worriedly.
Zhou Yang nodded. After taking a deep breath, he gave up on practicing the Giant Elephant Fist. However, he did not give up on improving his strength.
After adjusting his breath for a while, he took out his spirit swords.
Thirteen Black Tortoise spirit swords and two Vermilion Bird spirit swords. The lowest sword spirit was five years old, while the highest was Shangguan Ting's Vermilion Bird spirit sword, 70 years old!
He estimated that the total sword spirit was about 210 years old.
Based on the calculation that a sword spirit could improve by one true pattern every five years, a sword spirit of 210 years could improve a total of 42 true patterns.
This time, he had struck it rich!
The Qilin True Pattern revolved, and the three spirit swords were wrapped in the Blue Blaze True Fire at the same time. In a moment, the spirit swords began to make crackling sounds.
After a full half an hour, the spirit swords became the size of a pinky finger and finally merged into his body.
One, two, three … Zhou Yang's true pattern appeared at an extremely fast speed …
After the three Black Tortoise spirit swords, his Qilin True Pattern had 27 true patterns.
Wanyan Jing was dumbfounded by the scene.
Someone could actually refine spirit swords!
'What other secrets is this guy hiding from me …'
For the entire night, Zhou Yang spent almost all of his time refining the Spiritual Swords. At midnight, his True Pattern finally reached thirty-six patterns …
"Why is it so itchy …"
At this moment, Zhou Yang suddenly felt extremely itchy all over, as if there were countless ants crawling on his body. He immediately took off his clothes.
"This …"
Zhou Yang was shocked. He saw that there were pieces of black scale armor on his body. These scale armor looked almost the same as the Qilin Armor. However, the Qilin Armor was light, while the scale armor was really growing on his body.
"This is the real Qilin Armor." Greedy Soul laughed.
"Qilin Armor … I see. The Qilin Armor formed by 36 true patterns is already different from the 18 true patterns."
After a while, his body was completely covered by the scale armor. Even his hands had turned bronze.
Bronze was the first level of the gold power. It was as hard as ancient bronze.
"My Qilin Armor should be around bronze-level rank-3. The defense of the armor alone won't be able to hurt it at all. Even the Vermilion Bird weapon would be able to pierce through it. After all, this is the real Qilin Armor, not the Strength of Bronze in the gold power.
The Strength of Bronze was a type of power after all. His Qilin Armor belonged to the latter. It would exist as long as it was not broken, unlike the Strength of Bronze that would disappear once his True Qi was depleted.
Now that he thought about it, the Qilin Armor might be similar to the Strength of Bronze. Its defense was limited.
However, the Qilin Armor was a real armor.
"Withdraw!"
He thought to himself and the Qilin Armor went back into his body.
The Qilin Armor's ability to withdraw and release at the same time was also a feature of the Qilin Armor.
"Are you a monster?" Wanyan Jing was shocked.
Zhou Yang smiled but did not reply. He looked at the two Vermilion Bird Spiritual Swords on the ground and decided not to refine them for now.
His body was enough for him to handle the upcoming battle. He would only refine the Vermilion Bird Spiritual Swords after he obtained the Elixir so that he could make the most of them.
The sky was dark and the surroundings were quiet.
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