Record of a Demon's Cultivation-Chapter 386: Condensing the Golden Pill

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The process of refining the golden pill involves numerous spiritual herbs and is complex, but Song Wen proceeded with each refining step methodically, confident and organized.

The flames of spiritual power were precisely controlled, sometimes vigorous, sometimes dim.

The temperature inside the furnace was consistently maintained within an appropriate range.

One after another, spiritual herbs were continuously added to the furnace.

Drops of liquid containing the essence of the herbs were extracted.

After half a month.

Song Wen added a two-hundred-year-old Yin-Yang Blood Weeping Branch into the furnace.

The Yin-Yang Blood Weeping Branch was the most crucial main ingredient for the golden pill and also the last herb to be added.

Under the appropriate temperature for quenching, the vital energy of heaven and earth contained in the Yin-Yang Blood Weeping Branch was extracted.

This vital energy began to gradually merge with the liquid extracted earlier.

Once the fusion was complete, Song Wen could attempt the final step-condensing the pill.

Just as the two were about to merge into one.

With a "bang," the furnace shook, and wisps of black smoke billowed out.

The furnace exploded!

This was the first failure in refining the golden pill.

Song Wen's expression remained calm, showing no signs of disturbance.

He had made no mistakes in his control during the refining process, yet the pill had still failed.

It could only be said that he had not completely grasped the key points of refining the golden pill.

There were errors in the refining method he had initially envisioned.

He closed his eyes, recalling his refining technique just before the explosion, and compared it with the insights from the jade slip and Fang Pengyi's refining experiences to identify his mistakes.

A month later.

Song Wen opened the furnace again.

This time, during the final step of condensing the pill, the effort came to naught.

Another month passed.

Song Wen opened the furnace for the third time.

After a lengthy twenty days of refining.

Suddenly.

A soft crisp sound emerged from the furnace.

It was the sound of the pill taking shape and falling to the bottom of the furnace.

After nearly a year of preparation and refining, the golden pill had finally been successfully produced.

Song Wen couldn't help but feel joy on his face as he waved his hand to open the furnace lid, and a golden pill flew out, landing in the jade bottle he had prepared in advance.

Perhaps due to the first successful refinement of the golden pill, he had only obtained one pill.

This was fewer than the two to three pills that should have been produced in one batch according to the insights in the jade slip.

He did not stop refining the golden pill there.

Another month later, Song Wen opened the furnace again.

This time, the Yin-Yang Blood Weeping Branch he used was the oldest one, nearly five hundred years old.

With the experience of the first successful refinement of the golden pill, this time it was much easier; he just needed to follow the steps.

Twenty days later.

Song Wen was filled with joy as he successfully refined the golden pill again, producing three

pills this time.

After storing the golden pills in the jade bottle, Song Wen opened the array's restrictions and ended this period of seclusion.

He concealed his aura, avoiding flying beasts and monsters, and lived in seclusion on the island for half a year.

During these six months, he lived like a mortal.

He would go out at sunrise, searching for ingredients on the island to fill his belly.

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At sunset, he would return to the cave dwelling to rest.

The reason he did this was that he had read in a notebook left by a predecessor in the

Beastmaster Sect a saying:

"Absolute cultivation must return to the foundation of human survival, which may assist in tempering one's character and dispelling the threat of heart tribulation."

Song Wen was unsure whether this saying was correct.

Perhaps even the one who left this saying does not know.

He considered these six months a rare relaxation since stepping into the world of cultivation.

Having spent six months without cultivating or using spiritual power, he still gained something. It helped stabilize the spiritual power within him, which could be seen as an

unexpected benefit.

Then, Song Wen entered closed-door training again, this time for three years.

During these three years, he continuously tempered the spiritual power within his body and

his physical form, aiming to reach a perfect state to attempt condensing the golden pill.

One day.

The sun was shining brightly.

A gentle sea breeze was blowing.

The Feiyun Beasts caught several giant sea beasts and feasted as a clan.

However, while the Feiyun Beasts were eating, a rodent-like monster sneaked into their cliffside nest, stealing three eggs and one chick.

The monsters on the island displayed their powers, all managing to acquire food. Everything

on the island appeared harmonious.

It seemed even the heavens and earth were indicating that today was a good day for pill

condensing.

Song Wen arranged four high-grade spiritual stones around the array formation of the Spirit

Gathering Array.

The pure spiritual energy within the stones was forcibly drawn out by the formation, causing

the concentration of spiritual energy in the cave to surge.

However, this was still not enough.

He took out several thousand low-grade spiritual stones, using the Ghost King and Silver

Corpse to smash them all.

The concentration of spiritual energy in the cave increased once more.

Song Wen crossed his legs and took out a bottle of ten-thousand-year spiritual liquid, tilting

his head back to take a big gulp.

The ten-thousand-year spiritual liquid entered his stomach and transformed into a continuous stream of pure spiritual energy for Song Wen to absorb.

Operating the "Longevity Technique," this spiritual energy was gradually refined and

integrated into his meridians.

The spiritual power flowed through Song Wen's limbs and bones like a rolling flood.

Eventually, it converged in his dantian.

Within Song Wen's dantian, the spiritual power from the "Longevity Technique" and the

"Corpse King Blood Refining Technique" each condensed into a vortex of spiritual power, clearly defined, one yin and one yang, one black and one white, resembling the Eight Trigrams, constantly rotating within the dantian.

This refined spiritual power began to merge into the vortex of the "Longevity Technique."

The capacity of the vortex of the "Longevity Technique" reached its limit.

As the refined spiritual power found no place to settle, it started to slowly dissipate.

Song Wen's expression grew serious as he continued to refine the spiritual energy provided by

the ten-thousand-year spiritual liquid.

Qualitative changes arise from quantitative changes.

As the spiritual power within Song Wen accumulated more and more, the spiritual power

from the "Longevity Technique" gradually began to transform into magical power.

Soon, half a year passed.

Song Wen had completely refined a whole bottle of ten-thousand-year spiritual liquid.

All the spiritual power from the "Longevity Technique" transformed into magical power.

Next was the second step of condensing the core, converting magical power into the golden

core.

With a thought, a jade bottle appeared before him.

The bottle cap opened.

A golden pill flew out on its own, landing in Song Wen's mouth.

As the golden pill entered his stomach, the vital energy of heaven and earth contained within

it erupted violently.

This vital energy rapidly surged into the dantian, merging with the magical power cultivated

from the "Longevity Technique."

The magical power gradually began to condense, forming a golden pellet the size of a sesame

seed.

As soon as the golden pellet appeared, it quickly began to draw in the magical power from the dantian, wanting to strengthen itself and form a true golden core.

Just then.

The vortex of spiritual power from the "Corpse King Blood Refining Technique" in the

dantian suddenly trembled violently, as if the balance of yin and yang had been disrupted.

The vortex of spiritual power lost its restraint over the magical power, and the black spiritual

power from the "Corpse King Blood Refining Technique" erupted violently, pouring out and filling the entire dantian.

The golden pellet that had just condensed was suddenly contaminated by the impurities in

the "Corpse King Blood Refining Technique" and collapsed unexpectedly.

The dantian shook!

A sharp pain surged from within the dantian.

"Poof!"

Song Wen spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, staining his chest.

(End of the Chapter)

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