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A massive pill tribulation shakes the sky, drawing the attention of the Mu Clan leaders. They gather outside an alchemy room, confused as to who is refining such a powerful pill, only to discover it is Bai Zihan. To their astonishment, Mu Linyue reveals Bai Zihan claims he is refining a Grade-8 pill, a feat previously thought impossible.
The pill tribulation commenced shortly thereafter.
Thunder boomed, splitting the sky with an aura of destruction that sent shivers down even the spines of veteran cultivators.
Yet, Bai Zihan remained composed.
Scarcely any visible preparations were made by him. No defensive formations were erected, nor were specialized protective artifacts deployed.
In his estimation, this level of tribulation was trivial.
He had already weathered heavenly tribulations far more fearsome than this one.
Compared to those past trials, this pill tribulation was insignificant; it might even serve to temper his physique slightly if it possessed sufficient power.
However, for the onlookers, the situation was perceived entirely differently.
Mu Yuelan's countenance turned grim.
"He made no preparations?"
A flicker of concern clouded her gaze.
(Could he have underestimated the pill tribulation?)
The others shared her apprehension.
The sheer pressure radiating from the tribulation was enough to make their hearts pound, yet Bai Zihan stood as if facing no threat whatsoever.
For a fleeting moment, they were poised to intervene.
But then, Bai Zihan raised a hand, signaling them to stand down.
Their movements ceased instantly.
Despite their hesitation, they complied with Bai Zihan's directive.
After all, when assessing sheer strength, Bai Zihan was indisputably the most formidable among them.
Perhaps he possessed a hidden strategy and did not require their assistance.
Boom!!!
The initial bolt of tribulation lightning descended.
It sliced through the atmosphere, striking with an unstoppable force.
And then it impacted Bai Zihan, or more precisely, it targeted the pill he had been refining.
As the light dissipated, Bai Zihan remained standing, utterly unharmed, not a single mark upon his person.
It was as if nothing had occurred.
Not a single injury sustained.
His expression hadn't even shifted.
"Watch out!"
"Be careful!"
Cries erupted almost simultaneously.
Everyone's expressions contorted.
That lightning strike was demonstrably several times more potent than a standard pill tribulation.
They sensed a profound danger emanating from it, yet Bai Zihan hadn't even conjured a defensive barrier.
He simply stood his ground.
This only served to heighten their anxiety.
But before any of them could react, the lightning had already struck.
Boom!!!
A deafening explosion reverberated.
Blinding light enveloped the entire vicinity.
For a brief interval, all vision was obscured by the radiance.
Then, the light gradually receded.
And what became visible left everyone utterly astonished.
Bai Zihan still stood there, completely unscathed.
Not a solitary blemish on his body.
It was as though the terrifying strike of moments before had never transpired.
A collective sigh of relief escaped the onlookers.
Only then did they realize they had been holding their breath.
One by one, they stepped forward.
Their gazes immediately converged on the cauldron, fixated on the pill within.
Mu Qingyuan broke the silence.
"Bai Zihan... was the pill successful?"
Bai Zihan offered a slight nod.
Then, with a casual flick of his wrist, a pill materialized in his palm.
Golden light emanated from it, shimmering.
A dense, majestic aura radiated outward.
The Golden Immortal Ascension Pill!
All eyes were drawn to it.
The aura it exuded was utterly distinct.
It bore no resemblance to any Grade-7 pill they had ever encountered.
Even the finest Grade-7 pills appeared paltry in comparison.
This was something transcendent.
Something beyond their frame of reference.
Mu Yuelan's lips parted slightly.
Her eyes quivered with disbelief.
She recalled Mu Linyue's words from earlier.
"Is this... a Grade-8 pill?"
Her voice was laced with uncertainty.
Because even as she voiced the question, she struggled to believe it herself.
Bai Zihan did not hesitate.
"Yes!"
Silence ensued!
Their eyes widened in unison.
Shock rippled across every face present.
They yearned to dismiss it.
They wished to believe it was a mere jest.
But Bai Zihan would not deceive his own mother about such a matter.
And more importantly, the pill itself bore irrefutable testimony.
Its aura. Its presence. The tribulation it had just endured.
Everything pointed to a singular conclusion.
This was not a Grade-7 pill.
It was something superior.
Something that should not exist within this region.
A Grade-8 pill!
Their gazes slowly shifted back to Bai Zihan.
To the composed young man standing before them.
Merely eighteen years old.
And yet, a Grade-8 Alchemist.
In an instant, a surge of them rushed forward.
"Zihan! Since when could you refine Grade-8 pills?!"
"How did you achieve it?! Is it truly successful?!"
"Can you refine more?"
Voices overlapped in a chaotic torrent.
Question after question poured out relentlessly.
Even the usually stoic Grandmasters had lost their composure.
Their eyes blazed with an intense fervor as they gazed upon Bai Zihan, as if fearing he might vanish in the next moment.
Bai Zihan knitted his brow slightly.
"Calm down-"
But no one heeded his words.
How could they possibly remain placid?
This revelation was earth-shattering.
The Mu Clan had toiled for countless years merely to produce a single Grade-7 Alchemist.
They had poured in all their resources.
Endured numerous setbacks.
Faced insurmountable limitations.
It was only recently that they had finally reached that realm, thanks to his Grade-7 Pill Recipe.
Yet now, he was already capable of refining Grade-8 pills.
How could they possibly remain calm?
This was not merely a breakthrough; it was a complete upheaval of all their established knowledge.
"Zihan, answer me first!"
"Where did you obtain the Grade-8 pill recipe? Is it from the same inheritance?"
"Are there more materials? Can you refine another one?"
The questions came like a barrage.
Bai Zihan's expression darkened slightly.
The relentless questioning continued without any sign of abatement. Nobody even seemed to notice that they were interrupting each other.
The entire room had descended into chaos.
Minutes ticked by in this manner.
Only after some time did a few of them begin to realize something.
The fact that none of them were behaving like the respected figures of the Mu Clan.
Gradually, the clamor subsided.
One person fell silent, then another, until finally, a profound silence returned.
The atmosphere slowly settled, the previous tumult replaced by a calm as if nothing had transpired.
Mu Qingyuan let out a soft cough, a hint of embarrassment coloring his face.
The others were not much different; even the Grandmasters appeared somewhat awkward, having truly lost face moments before.
"In our excitement... we were a little out of line. We apologize, Bai Zihan!"
Mu Qingyuan's tone was now more composed.
The others nodded in agreement. After all, the sight they had just witnessed was profoundly shocking. While they found their outburst understandable given the circumstances, it was still undignified, especially in front of a junior.
Only after the atmosphere had fully stabilized did Mu Tianxuan step forward.
Stroking his beard, though his eyes still held a deep intensity, he spoke, "Zihan'er... this Grade-8 pill..."
He paused briefly, as if carefully selecting his words.
"Where did you obtain its recipe?" Bai Zihan replied without hesitation, "It's from the same inheritance, the one where I obtained the Grade-7 pill recipes."
He paused again before continuing, "I already possessed these as well... I just didn't deem it necessary to hand them over to the Mu Clan earlier."
After all, they didn't even have a Grade-7 alchemist, let alone a Grade-8 one. So, what purpose would they serve?
The room fell silent once more.
Mu Tianxuan slowly nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I see..."
That explanation, at least, seemed plausible. If the inheritance could yield Grade-7 pill recipes, then possessing Grade-8 ones wasn't entirely impossible.
However, that wasn't the core issue.
Mu Tianxuan's gaze sharpened slightly. "Then what about your ability?" His voice grew more serious. "Since when could you refine Grade-8 pills?" Everyone listened intently, their eyes fixed on Bai Zihan.
Bai Zihan considered for a moment before answering, "Since I obtained the inheritance... I've been able to comprehend many things about alchemy."
He frowned slightly, as if struggling to articulate it. "But it's not something I can explain clearly. It's just... there. Like an instinct."
His explanation was vague, yet strangely, no one questioned it. Instead, they were all lost in thought. Such a phenomenon was inherently difficult to explain.
Even if Bai Zihan had attempted the most detailed explanation, they likely wouldn't have believed it.
After all, no answer could account for how someone who once knew nothing about alchemy had become a Grade-8 alchemist.
Because every aspect of this situation defied rational explanation.
Obtaining Grade-8 pill recipes was unbelievable; being able to refine them was even more so.
No matter what explanation he offered, it would sound absurd.
Ultimately, they could only arrive at one conclusion: Bai Zihan had encountered a heaven-defying opportunity.
Mu Tianxuan remained silent for a moment after hearing Bai Zihan's response.
Then, as if making a decision, he spoke again. "Zihan'er... Do you plan on refining any other pills right now?"
With Bai Zihan's current level of skill, if they could witness his process again, even just once more...
They might gain some invaluable insight. Even the slightest understanding could be extraordinarily beneficial.
Bai Zihan didn't overthink it.
He simply nodded. "Yes. I was planning to refine another Grade-8 pill."
Silence descended once more.
Then-
"Another Grade-8?!" Their voices rose again, filled with renewed shock. Refining pills, especially high-grade ones, was no simple feat.
Even for Grandmasters, refining a single Grade-7 pill consumed significant Qi and energy, requiring a recovery period before another attempt could be made.
Yet Bai Zihan had just finished refining a Grade-8 pill...
Faced its tribulation....
And now, he casually stated he would refine another?
Their gazes became even more incredulous.
But Bai Zihan remained indifferent.
For him, it presented no abnormality.
Considering the Supreme Dao Bone and his abundant Qi,” his current expenditure was practically insignificant.
A subtle gleam flickered within Mu Tianxuan's eyes.
This time, his intentions were laid bare without concealment.
"Zihan'er... would it be feasible for us to witness this?"
