Chapter 265: Refining Mystic Grade Pill
Chapter 265: Refining Mystic Grade Pill
After getting the permission, Rhain simply took a half-step back and sat cross-legged right there on the plain wooden pathway of the bamboo grove.
Dean Qaylus’s sharp brows immediately furrowed into a deep frown.
"What are you doing?" Qaylus asked, his voice laced with clear skepticism. "Are you not going to a secluded refinement chamber?"
In the entire Solathane Dynasty, it was a universally accepted truth that pill refinement required total, unbroken silence.
Any Master or Grandmaster Alchemist would demand a heavily warded, soundproof room before even touching their herbs.
The slightest distraction from outside noise could destabilize the elemental balance and instantly ruin the entire batch.
Sitting down to refine in an open environment, surrounded by dozens of people, looked like a pathetic, novice-level mistake!
Rhain didn’t even look up.
"There is no need," Rhain stated calmly.
With a casual flick of his wrist, a blinding flash of spatial light illuminated the serene bamboo grove.
THUD!
A massive, incredibly profound cauldron materialized in the air and landed heavily on the wooden boards before him.
The cauldron was forged from a mesmerizing, starlight-infused purple metal, radiating an ancient, suppressing aura.
Its surface was etched with innate, naturally forming array matrices that radiated an aura of absolute supremacy.
Emperor-Grade Artifact: Purple Moon Mystic Furnace.
The moment the cauldron appeared, the surrounding spiritual essence in the bamboo grove was instantly pulled toward it, creating a visible vortex of purple light.
Every single person in the grove stared at the cauldron.
But the most intense reaction came from High Preceptor Amarantha.
As the head of the Stormveil Academy’s Alchemy Division, Amarantha possessed a top-tier Mystic-Grade cauldron that she treated better than her own life.
She knew the aura of Mystic-Grade artifacts better then anyone present here.
But when her eyes locked onto the purple furnace resting before Rhain, her entire body went rigid.
Her mouth opened, but for several seconds, no sound came out.
"T-That’s..." Amarantha stammered, her entire body trembling as she pointed a shaking finger at the furnace. "That is not a Mystic-Grade cauldron... That... that is an Emperor-Grade artifact!"
The words dropped like a nuclear bomb into the serene bamboo grove.
"WHAT???"
Dean Qaylus lost his dignified composure entirely, taking a massive step forward.
Even the Old Dean, sitting calmly on his wooden stump, felt his ancient eyes narrow sharply.
"High Preceptor Amarantha, are you absolutely certain?" Seraphine asked, her own heart hammering wildly against her ribs.
"I am certain! I am absolutely certain!" Amarantha gasped, her entire body shaking as she stared at the artifact with pure reverence.
Emperor-Grade!
In the entire Solathane Dynasty, the number of Emperor-Grade artifacts could be counted on a single hand.
And out of those, there was only one known Emperor-Grade alchemy cauldron in existence, which is used by the only Emperor rank alchemists of the dynasty within the Royal Court.
And now, a second Emperor-Grade cauldron had casually been pulled out by a nineteen-year-old boy!
If word of this leaked out, the blood spilled over the greed for this single artifact would drown entire cities.
Even Seraphine felt a cold sweat break out on her back.
The sheer appearance of this unimaginable treasure alone was enough to brutally crush their doubts.
An ordinary youth, no matter how talented in martial arts, could never possess an Emperor-Grade cauldron.
Only an existence like the legendary Grandmaster Korryn could realistically wield such a heaven-defying artifact.
But Rhain was not finished shocking them.
Fwoosh—!
A majestic, blood-red spark ignited at Rhain’s fingertips.
The Red Tribulations Heavenly Flame surged beneath the Purple Moon Mystic Furnace.
The Stormveil group had already witnessed his Heavenly Flame during the tournament, but for Dean Qaylus and the Old Dean, it was their first time seeing it.
Qaylus sucked in a sharp breath of cold air.
"A Heavenly Flame... The boy actually possesses a Heavenly Flame!"
A nineteen-year-old boy possessed both an Emperor-Grade cauldron and a True Heavenly Flame?
The sheer accumulation of supreme karmic fortune resting upon this single youth was completely inconceivable.
Rhain didn’t pause to let them process their shock.
With another flash of his spatial ring, a bundle of herbs materialized in the air, floating gently beside him.
The moment the raw medicinal fragrances wafted into the air, Amarantha immediately recognised them.
"Nine-Petal Frost-Heart... Spirit Dew Lotus... Star-Veined Dragon Root!" Amarantha gasped uncontrollably, "Every single one of those is a Mystic-Grade herb! He is... he is actually going to refine a Mystic-Grade pill!"
The murmurs in the bamboo grove ceased instantly.
The High Preceptors, the Patriarchs, the Deans, all immediately held their breath to ensure not the slightest sound could disturb him.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Under Rhain’s command, the priceless Mystic-Grade herbs flew directly into the blazing purple furnace.
The refinement process began.
To the onlookers, the scene that unfolded was nothing short of an elegant performance.
Rhain’s hands moved with an impossible, mesmerizing grace.
His hand seals flowed like water and shifted like drifting clouds, easily controlling the scorching heat of the Red Tribulations Heavenly Flame.
Amarantha watched him without blinking.
For her, the surrounding bamboo grove, the Domain Masters, and the looming threat of the Royal Court had completely ceased to exist.
The entire world had lost its meaning.
There was only the mesmerizing, perfect flow of the young Grandmaster manipulating the elemental laws of alchemy before her eyes.
But beneath that graceful exterior, Rhain was enduring unimaginable agony.
He was not in a good condition.
He had just returned from a near-death experience.
His heart and internal organs had been violently obliterated by a 7th-level Domain Master’s strike just hours ago.
Although the Abyssal Sovereign Physique had rapidly reconstructed his flesh and bone, the residual power of the assassin’s domain still lingered deep within his meridians, continuously tearing at his newly formed heart.
Refining a Mystic-Grade pill required an ocean of Soul Power and an unbreakable focus.
The toll it was taking on his battered body was immense.
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, sliding down his pale, handsome face.
A sharp, pain spiked through his chest, threatening to break his concentration.
But Rhain ruthlessly bit his tongue, forcing him to stay focused.
He had to prove his irreplaceable value to the Valdris Royal Academy.
He needed to show the Old Dean and Qaylus that shielding him was not a burden, but the single greatest investment they could ever make.
The benefits he could bring had to overwhelmingly outweigh the risk of going against the Solathane Emperor.
His vast, thousand-mile spiritual sea poured into the Emperor-Grade cauldron, forcefully subjugating the violent elemental clashes of the Mystic-Grade herbs.
Under the suppression, and control of his Soul Power, the Eyes of Truth, and the innate stabilizing matrix of the Purple Moon Mystic Furnace, the refinement progressed at a rapid speed.
Minutes ticked by slowly....
Finally, Rhain’s golden eyes flashed.
"Condense!"
CLANG!
The heavy lid of the Emperor-Grade cauldron was blown into the air.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
From the depths of the cauldron, streaks of white light shot out, hovering gracefully in the air above the furnace.
Every single pair of eyes in the grove locked onto the hovering objects.
Seven pills.
They were perfectly round, pure white, and radiated an intoxicating, profound fragrance that instantly cleared the minds of every Domain Master present.
"S-Seven..." Amarantha whispered, her voice filled with disbelief as if she had just witnessed the sky falling. "He actually refined seven..."
Even the most exalted Grandmaster Alchemist, when refining a high-tier batch, could usually only extract enough pure essence to form two pills.
The higher the grade, the harder the extraction.
If a Grandmaster was having the best day of their life and the gods smiled upon them, they might miraculously form three.
But seven?
Seven was the maximum that could possibly be extracted from a single batch of herbs.
It meant that not a single drop of essence, not even a fraction of a percent of medical efficiency, had been wasted during the refinement!
Dean Qaylus stared at the seven glowing white orbs.
He extended a strand of his Domain Master essence to inspect the pills hovering in the air.
One hundred percent purity. Flawless Mystic-Grade.
Everything Rhain had said... it was all true!
Amarantha almost collapsed onto her knees.
The shock she had felt today was more than she had felt in her whole life. It had turned her entire worldview upside down.
She had studied the path of Alchemy for over two centuries, and was the most respected alchemist in the Stormveil Academy.
Yet, looking at the flawless white pills floating above Rhain’s hand, she realized that her own life’s work of Mystic-Grade refinement was like comparing dirty earth to the boundless sky.
Every single pair of eyes in the bamboo grove stared at the pale, sweating nineteen-year-old youth sitting cross-legged on the floor.
The last lingering shred of doubt had been completely wiped off everyone’s mind.
They all knew it now, without a single shadow of a doubt.
The nineteen-year-old boy sitting before them... was truly the legendary Grandmaster Korryn.