Supreme God Emperor Chapter 3: Gathering Pill

3  Spirit Gathering Pill

Everyone was familiar with the Gathering Pill.

A third-grade elixir, the Spirit Gathering Pill could be refined by fewer than a handful of people across the whole of North Cloud City.

As a minor city within the Southern Cloud Empire, North Cloud City boasted no alchemist higher than three-star rank.

"Gathering Pill?" Mu Yun froze in shock.

Perfect for pushing from the seven-layer Condensing Elementary State to the eighth-layer Gathering Pill State in the Body Tempering Realm, the Spirit Gathering Pill had been, in his previous life, nothing more than a beginner's practice pill for new alchemists.

Miao Xianyu grinned smugly at Mu Yun's dazed, foolish expression.

Even her grandpa found refining the third-grade Spirit Gathering Pill quite challenging, so Mu Yun surely knew zilch about it.

Lately, Grandpa had been frustrated by the low success rate when crafting Spirit Gathering Pills and sought ways to boost it, yet hit dead ends.

Today, she'd use this very issue to utterly humiliate Mu Yun!

"Instructor Mu, the Spirit Gathering Pill is a third-grade pill, crafted mainly from Baiwei Ganoderma lucidum, iron coral, poor root grass, and the demon pill of the low-tier third-order monster Pofeng Qinglang, along with various auxiliary herbs. That's how it's successfully refined!"

"Instructor Mu, those first three ingredients are essential for the Spirit Gathering Pill, but why add the demon pill of the wind-breaking green wolf?"

Miao Xianyu blinked her wide eyes, putting on an innocent, childlike face as she questioned.

"Pooh!"

Yet right after Miao Xianyu spoke, Mu Yun spat in disdain. "Who the hell taught you this nonsense? The Spirit Gathering Pill helps martial artists enter the Body Tempering Eightfold Gathering Pill Realm by forming the Yuan Pill. What matters most? Stability! An unstable Yuan Pill means no future progress!"

Mu Yun raged on: "The Pofeng Qinglang demon pill might balance the three primary ingredients, but it nearly destroys their spiritual essence. The success rate is abysmal—who's the fool that came up with this?"

Mu Yun realized then that after ten thousand years, alchemy methods hadn't advanced but had regressed!

Mu Yun's outburst left the entire class in dead silence.

Bastard?

Fool?

The Spirit Gathering Pill stood as a renowned elixir across Tianyun Continent, with its recipe hailed universally.

Worse, this formula came from Yaoguzi, the medicine sage of Tianyun Continent from thousands of years back, revered by all descendants—and now Mu Yun dared curse it!

Who was the real fool? Did Mu Yun fancy himself equal to that ancient medicine sage?

Still, Miao Xianyu froze upon hearing this.

Her grandpa had said exactly the same!

While others barely grasped pill refining, she knew it inside out.

At her young age, she already qualified as a genuine one-star alchemist master, dubbed the little alchemy genius of all North Cloud City.

Miao Xianyu never imagined Mu Yun could spot this flaw!

If the prior question was a trap, was this one too?

"Then according to Instructor Mu, what should be done?" Miao Xianyu called him Instructor Mu, her tone carrying a trace of eagerness.

Her sudden shift startled the other students.

From Miao Xianyu's reaction, it seemed Mu Yun wasn't spouting rubbish after all!

"What to do? Using the Pofeng Qinglang demon pill for the Spirit Gathering Pill squanders the spiritual power of the other three main ingredients and spikes the failure rate!"

Mu Yun declared: "The optimal choice is the demon pill from a Wind Wolf!"

"Haha..."

Mu Yun's "expert advice" sparked roaring laughter through the classroom once more.

"Wind Wolf? Instructor Mu, are you joking? Haha..." Mo Yang clutched his belly, doubled over in mirth: "We may not know alchemy well, but we've sat through plenty of classes. A Wind Wolf is just a first-tier monster, the weakest kind, full of impurities. Use it for a third-grade pill like the Gathering Pill? You've got to be kidding!"