C25 He Concocted the Pill for His Sister.

Soon, the maid presented several Spiritual Plants, neatly arranged in a small wooden box.

"Are these all healing medicines? Has someone been hurt?"

"Yes." Qin Ming nodded, accepting the Spiritual Plants. His sister, Qin Qing, still bore injuries on her face; he had no time to dawdle.

In Qin Ming's bedroom at the Qin Family residence, a purple flame materialized in midair. The Spiritual Plants, as if drawn by an unseen force, soared towards the flame like moths. Upon contact, they transformed into vibrant, multicolored beads.

Qin Qing watched, her amazement undiminished, though it wasn't her first time witnessing her brother's pill refinement. The idea of concocting pills in thin air was unheard of.

Amidst her astonishment, the pills were swiftly crafted.

"One, two, three... twenty." Counting the pills brought her the same joy as counting Spirit Stones.

"Brother, you've crafted another twenty pills," Qin Qing exclaimed, marveling at the intricate patterns on them. "One, two, three... eight... nine. Nine whole patterns! These are Perfect Level pills—they're absolutely stunning. Truly Perfect Level!"

She held one in awe, struggling to believe the perfection in her palm. The more intricate the pill's patterns, the more valuable and challenging to create.

These were Perfect Pills of the First Grade, a feat of considerable difficulty. She recalled the Chen Family's Alchemist, the sole known alchemist in Liu City, whose best pills bore a mere four patterns. Yet, he was the Chen Family's prized possession, held in the highest esteem.

If only the Chen Family knew her brother could craft Perfect Pills, they would surely beg forgiveness and not dare trouble the Qin Family.

Qin Ming smiled, affectionately ruffling his sister's hair. "This pill is for you. Go on, take it."

"Okay!" Qin Qing beamed, tasting the pill. A wave of sweetness filled her mouth. "Delicious, truly delicious!"

"You found the black pill too bitter last time, so I added a sweetening Spiritual Plant this time," Qin Ming chuckled.

Qin Qing nodded enthusiastically. "You always know best, brother. You know I can't stand anything bitter."

"Do you think I refine these pills just to make you candy? Take a look at your face," Qin Ming teased.

Qin Qing promptly inspected her reflection with her small mirror. The redness and swelling had vanished, leaving her complexion fair and rosy once more.

"You're amazing! I love you the most—my beautiful face has returned!" She danced around joyfully, her earlier worries about staying indoors forgotten.

"These pills are yours to savor—one a day. I know you're not fond of cultivating, but besides healing, they're beneficial for your health. You're currently at the eighth level of the Body Refining Realm. Finish these, and you should ascend to the Martial Warrior Realm," Qin Ming said, his smile warm with affection.

Qin Qing's playful nature had led her to neglect her training, leaving her at the eighth level of the Body Refining Realm. But now, with these pills, she could not only mend her facial injuries but also enhance her cultivation level.

Upon hearing that it could boost her cultivation and enable her to attain the Martial Warrior Realm just by consuming it, Qin Qing's face lit up with joy. "Is that true? If I eat these pills, I'll be able to reach the Martial Warrior Realm and I won't have to lug around heavy stones anymore?" she asked excitedly.

Carrying stones was a fundamental method of body refining, a basic practice in the cultivation process.