Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1344 - 864: Marriage and Children, Life’s Great Events (Part 3)

The merging of the elixir liquid with the Mystic Turtle essence blood proceeded at an excruciatingly sluggish pace, severely challenging Yang Zhenshan’s inner sensing capabilities inside the Pill Furnace along with his command of the Heart Hand technique.

Refining that Mystic Turtle essence blood was exactly what propelled Yang Zhenshan’s Heart Hand practice all the way to the Perfect Realm.

Even without prowess in the Sword Dao, his dominance over the Heart Hand had ascended to a downright horrifying degree.

Should he dive into Sword Dao cultivation right now, double the gains would come with half the toil, without question.

Nearly two quarters of an hour passed before Yang Zhenshan’s eyes erupted in blinding splendor. Spell after spell poured from him, flooding the Pill Furnace with cascades of spiritual glow.

Deep inside the Pill Furnace, three lumps of flawless elixir liquid began to thicken and take solid form.

Suddenly, Yang Zhenshan leaped to his feet, swept his sleeve wide, flung open the furnace lid, and out soared three pitch-black, perfectly round elixir pills from within.

Yet no sooner had one pill escaped than it crumbled straight into dust, whereas the other pair dropped whole and pristine onto the Jade Plate.

Staring at those lustrous elixir pills, Yang Zhenshan released a profound, weary exhale.

"Master, it’s done!" From just outside the hall, Zhang Hexuan cried out in delight, braving the blistering heat.

The Golden Crow retracted its True Sun Fire as well, screeching, "Ah, not easy, I’m exhausted!"

Having said that, it comically mimicked wiping perspiration across its forehead.

The display struck as utterly ridiculous.

How could any Artifact Spirit actually sweat or grow fatigued?

In truth, it merely endured a sense of dull boredom and weariness.

Yang Zhenshan scooped up the pair of Turtle Breath Pills for close inspection, giving a faint nod. "Not bad—even as low-grade ones, they’ve been refined successfully!"

Crafting the Turtle Breath Pill had demanded close to a decade from him. Though pursued only in spare moments, it devoured immense effort and hours regardless.

His rewards, needless to say, proved colossal.

From grasping ingredient natures to delving into alchemy’s depths, his progress had surged dramatically.

This forged an unshakeable groundwork for his alchemical path.

Refining the Demon Essence Pill now filled him with genuine assurance.

"Master, is this the Turtle Breath Pill? It doesn’t look very special!" Zhang Hexuan peered at the Turtle Breath Pill with keen curiosity.

Yang Zhenshan grinned faintly. "The Turtle Breath Pill counts as a rare elixir variety, far from ordinary. Still, mastering such refinements vastly sharpens one’s alchemy prowess."

"Going forward, don’t stick to just one elixir type—experiment repeatedly, and never dread the failures!"

Alchemy ranks as a vastly intricate and arcane craft. It demands thorough insight into material traits and medicinal effects, coupled with supreme control over heaven’s spiritual forces, earning its fame as the art of wresting creation from the cosmos itself.

First-Order and Second-Order Pill forging hinges on variances in ingredients, effects, techniques, and flame handling, yet Third-Order alchemy transcends mere skill—it embodies a cultivator’s profound realization of "interdependence and mutual restriction of all things" alongside "the way of heaven and earth’s nurturing and transformation".

Be it revering the natural world during herb collection, harmonizing with seasonal flows in fire command, or grasping Heavenly Dao amid elixir formation—each phase resonates with the eternal truth of "Man follows the Earth, the Earth follows Heaven, Heaven follows Dao".

Hence, pinnacle alchemists rival the mightiest Great Powers. In their grasp, elixirs become both vital Golden Cores for cheat-death survival and profound carriers of Dao Rhyme, encapsulating every cultivator’s relentless drive for immortality and supremacy.

Moreover, pursuing alchemy isn’t solely about forging pills—it’s immersing in the Heavenly Dao embedded within the Alchemy Dao itself.

"Disciple will try as much as possible!" Zhang Hexuan pledged with utmost sincerity.

Yang Zhenshan nodded in approval, deeply content with disciple Zhang Hexuan. The young man brimmed with unbreakable tenacity; after each setback, he’d swiftly steady himself and plunge back into alchemical focus.

Precisely this quality fueled Zhang Hexuan’s explosive growth in alchemy. A few more years might well see him mastering basic Second-Order Pills.