Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 643: Last days on the Caravan (4)

’Clang!’ A blade began to take shape beneath his precise strikes.

’Clang!’ Kyrian corrected a small deformation, adjusting the angle of the hammer.

’Clang!’ His Qi flowed through the metal, slowly penetrating its structure, integrating with the essence of the material.

After some time, he finished the first dagger, a small, simple weapon made from relatively common materials but one that already carried the mark of his growing understanding. It was merely a low-rank spiritual dagger, nothing that would impress an experienced blacksmith.

Even so, when Sun Luguo picked it up, his eyes showed satisfaction, a light of approval in his gaze.

"Better."

Kyrian looked at the weapon, his eyes scanning its surface.

"Better than the previous one?"

"Much better." Sun Luguo spun the dagger between his fingers, examining every detail with the precision of a connoisseur.

"The energy distribution is more uniform. You also reduced the impurities considerably. The structure is more compact, more stable."

He returned the weapon, a gesture that carried the confidence of a master in his apprentice.

"Continue."

Kyrian began working on the second dagger, his movements more confident now. This time, he tried to correct the small problems he had encountered with the first one, subtle adjustments to the distribution of Qi, improvements to the balance of the blade, and refinements to the internal structure.

When he finished, Sun Luguo examined the weapon for a few seconds, his eyes scanning every detail with meticulous attention. A smile appeared on his face, a smile that carried the satisfaction of a master seeing his student progress.

"You really are improving."

Kyrian stored both daggers, the metal disappearing into his spatial ring.

"Thank you for teaching me."

"I wasn’t the one who did the work." Sun Luguo laughed, the hoarse sound echoing through the workshop.

"I only showed you the path."

When the sky began to darken, the sunlight transforming into shades of orange and purple, the lesson finally ended. Kyrian put away his materials and stood up, his movements slow, as if savoring the final moments in that workshop.

Sun Luguo looked at him, his ancient eyes meeting the violet ones.

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow."

The two exchanged one last glance before Kyrian left the workshop, the sound of the door closing behind him marking the end of another day of learning.

The journey back was peaceful, the streets of the Caravan of the Sky still bustling, but Kyrian had no interest in exploring them that night. He returned directly to his courtyard, his steps quick and determined.

It was still early. Kyrian walked to the tree in the center of the small space and sat beneath its shade, the night breeze passing through his hair. He closed his eyes, and his consciousness plunged into his own body.

He immediately sensed his three dantians, each pulsing with its own energy, its own identity. He did not try to force them, simply beginning to consolidate his cultivation, allowing the Qi to circulate slowly through his meridians.

One small amount after another was absorbed, refined, and integrated into his foundation, each cycle strengthening his foundation.

Half an hour passed, time flowing like water between his fingers. When he opened his eyes again, his state was more stable, his foundation more solid.

Kyrian stood up and entered the house, his movements calm. He prepared his usual tea, the steam slowly rising from the cup, carrying a gentle herbal aroma that spread through the air. He sat at the table, the cup warming his hands, and took out the jade tablet from his spatial ring.

The recipe for the Rank 6 pill, Earth Dragon Mist. Kyrian placed it before him, his violet eyes shining with a focused light as he began to study.

The recipe was extremely complex, even among Rank 6 recipes, occupying a considerably high position in difficulty due to the nature of the ingredients and the way their essences needed to be combined.

Several extremely rare materials were required, some found only in regions with intense earth energy, others requiring specific environments to grow, and others that could only be collected at precise times of the year.

One of the ingredients needed to be collected from the depths of a spiritual mountain, where it had remained absorbing the energy of the earth for hundreds of years. Another was a plant that only bloomed once every several decades, a rare event that collectors awaited anxiously.

There was also a spiritual mineral that needed to be turned into powder before being used, a process that required specific tools and great precision.

In total, the recipe required eleven main ingredients, in addition to two auxiliary materials that acted as catalysts. Kyrian slowly read each description, his mind absorbing every detail.

The more he studied, the more serious his expression became. The Earth Dragon Mist possessed an extremely peculiar effect. After being consumed, the pill released a spiritual mist inside the cultivator’s body, an energy that slowly penetrated the muscles, bones, and meridians, strengthening the body’s connection with the energy of the earth.

For cultivators specialized in defensive techniques or paths related to the earth, its effects were especially valuable, considerably increasing physical and spiritual resistance for a certain period.

Under ideal conditions, it could also strengthen the body’s foundation, allowing the cultivator to better withstand future cultivation breakthroughs.

But there was one condition: a powerful spiritual sense. The recipe required the alchemist to be capable of simultaneously controlling multiple essences within the cauldron, a process that required a perception that went beyond the physical senses.

It was not enough to see; it was necessary to perceive, to feel the position of each essence, control small changes in its structure, and detect changes that ordinary eyes could not follow.

Kyrian closed his eyes for a few seconds, his mind processing the information. He was still in the Core Formation Realm and did not possess spiritual sense. His eyes allowed him to perceive things that other cultivators at his level could never perceive, but that did not mean he could completely replace the spiritual sense required by the recipe.

"Then I still can’t refine it." Kyrian murmured, his voice low.

But that did not mean he would give up. He would study the recipe, memorize every ingredient, and understand every step.

When he was ready, he would try to refine it. If he discovered that it was truly impossible without spiritual sense, he would simply wait. When he broke through to the Spiritual Awakening Realm, he would try again.