C11 Breakthrough Again!

The bright moonlight shone through the window into the ground, and under the illumination of the hill-like spirit stones, the short sword appeared somewhat blurry. After Ye Mingyang looked at it again and again, he finally confirmed that it was not an illusion.

What was going on?

Ye Mingyang did not dare to lightly touch this short sword. This matter seemed a little strange. The first person he thought of was Zheng Youcai. This person's behavior today was a little strange. Why did he want to help him? Did he put this dagger in?

However, this did not make sense. If he did this, why did he not make it clear during the day?

Ye Mingyang thought about it, but did not dare to probe the dagger with his divine sense. After many years of cultivation, he understood that only by being cautious could one live for a long time.

Then, he discovered the second strange thing.

The number of spirit stones decreased significantly.

After he had used the spirit crystal to buy the storage bag, there should have been four thousand spirit stones in the bag. Even if he had bought a pill furnace and some other items, there should still have been around three thousand spirit stones left.

However, the number of spirit stones on the floor was only roughly one thousand spirit stones.

Where did the other spirit stones go?

Most importantly, the nine spirit crystal were gone!

Ye Mingyang thought for a long time, then put a few restrictive spells on the short sword and stuffed it back into the storage bag. There must be something strange about this sword, but he did not have the time to investigate it.

After tonight, there was only one day left until the interrogation day. His cultivation base must break through again! The higher his cultivation base, the more beneficial it would be for him.

Although the strange disappearance of the spirit stones and the spirit crystal made his heart ache, the remaining spirit stones were enough for him to set up the formation. Tonight, he must refine the Soul Accumulating Pill.

After using up most of the thousand spirit stones, he set up a crude Earth Fire Array in his room. A bright flame flickered in the eye of the formation. Although it looked very weak, he could feel its astonishing heat even from afar.

In just a moment, with Ye Mingyang and the other three sects' cultivation, they were all sweating profusely. However, he did not set up another isolation formation because he had to save all the star power and spirit stones he had to spend. Otherwise, it would be very difficult to succeed.

For refining pills, this level of earth fire was barely enough. This also showed how much money an alchemist spent.

A mere formation, the usage speed of a small and medium-sized family in Star Sculpting City was gone in a month.

Ye Mingyang took a deep breath, and when everything was ready, he laid out the medicinal ingredients for the Soul Accumulating Pill one by one. These herbs were constantly emitting spiritual energy, but they were locked by the formation, preventing them from dissipating.

His eyes were as calm as water at this moment, controlling the star power. He raised his right hand, and the lid of the pill furnace automatically flew up. The herbs kept circling above the pill furnace. The distance between them slowly shortened. Ye Mingyang's hands quickly pointed out. Sometimes he catalyzed the pill furnace, and sometimes he picked up leaves. Sometimes he would concoct the concoction, which would take him more than ten breaths of time. With a clap of his hands, he poured all of the medicinal plants into the pill furnace.

"Now is the time!"

Ye Mingyang's eyes narrowed. His left hand clasped onto his index finger, and the originally weak flame suddenly began to grow. It grew from an inch to a foot long. Heat waves were rolling in the room at this moment. The ground underneath the flame turned red in an instant. The lid of the pill furnace suddenly clamped down, suspending three inches above the crimson floor tiles. As Ye Mingyang continuously performed hand seals, the pill furnace would occasionally rise. Occasionally, it would fall even lower, causing a medicinal aroma to spread out.

The instant the medicinal fragrance spread out, Ye Mingyang sat cross-legged with his back upright. His right hand pointed a few times in the air. When he closed his eyes, the star power in his body surged.

This was the most crucial and also the most difficult step. He wanted to fuse all of the medicinal properties together and make use of this to succeed. Pill!

The temperature inside the room reached its peak, and from time to time, there were sounds of spirit formation stones cracking. Ye Mingyang was sweating like rain. His exposed skin had turned red, and his clothes were showing signs of being burnt. His hair was slightly curly. However, he had no idea that all of his attention was focused on the pill furnace.

At this moment, Ye Mingyang wanted to continuously change the star power according to the changes in the pill furnace, and fuse the medicinal strength within it. More than ten kinds of medicinal ingredients floated within the pill furnace, and gradually turned into liquid. After that, they began to slowly blend together.

"Condense!"

In the time it took for a spark to fly off a piece of flint, Ye Mingyang's eyes flashed and he withdrew his right hand. The furnace shot up from three inches above the red ground and hovered at the height of a person. There was already a crack on the surface of the furnace. That was the sign that the furnace was about to explode.

The furnace exploded!

No matter how smooth it had been before, as long as the pill furnace exploded during the process, the pill within would definitely fail! That was also why a good pill furnace could cause countless alchemists to go crazy over it.

Ye Mingyang was extremely nervous, but he forced himself to calm down. The difficulty of the Soul Constructing Pill was very high. Simply put, the advancement pill of a tier three alchemist was the Soul Constructing Pill. Pill!

Don't look at the difference between a tier three alchemist and a tier four alchemist, the difference was like cloud and mud. Under tier three, the pill was common, and above tier three, it was collectively called Spirit Pill!

As the saying went, Spirit Pills could heal the dead, and the flesh and bones were the same.

Only the Fourth Stage Pill was a Spirit Pill that could truly help a martial artist cultivate after entering the sect. Therefore, the Soul Accumulating Pill had another name.

Foundation Building Pill!

This pill was usually only used when a martial artist opened eight doors to break through to the Star Fusion Stage! Only Ye Mingyang, who cultivated the Barbaric Bone Sovereign Emperor Technique, would open the gate and need to accumulate his soul. Pill!

"Now is the time! Merge with me!"

Flames soared into the sky, and a violent explosion came from within the pill furnace. All of the spirit stones were shattered. The crack on the pill furnace became bigger and bigger, and the trembling became stronger and stronger. Finally, after reaching an extreme point, it exploded!

"Boom!"

The sound of the explosion was blocked by the soundproofing formation, so it didn't spread out. However, at this moment, dust was scattered all over Ye Mingyang's room, and it was a complete mess. Even his clothes were tattered, and he looked like he was in a sorry state.

When the dust settled, a violet pill that seemed to be made of gold and jade floated quietly in midair.

The Soul Vessel... had been completed!

Seeing this, Ye Mingyang let out a long sigh. Don't look at how he had thirty percent of the medicinal ingredients. But even if he were to refine it again, he also did not have that condition.

The spirit crystal was gone, the spirit stones were gone, and the pill furnace exploded... Ye Mingyang bitterly smiled. This was really troublesome.

Next time, he really had to make a better pill furnace.

But luckily, with this Soul Accumulating Pill, he was already confident of breaking through the fifth gate, the Newgate Gate!

"The medicinal strength is close to 90%..." Placing the pill in his palm, he sensed the medicinal strength within. Ye Mingyang nodded. This was not in vain. Even though almost everything in his room had been destroyed, he did not care at all. After a moment of concentration, he sat down cross-legged.

If he didn't break through now, when would he?

"What the f * ck... It hurts!!"

Without any hesitation, Ye Shaoyang raised his head and threw the warm Soul Accumulating Pill into his mouth. It melted as soon as it entered his mouth and turned into a wave of heat that circled around his body.

The sound of explosion kept coming from his body, especially from his right eye. The sound of the explosion was even louder. This was the fifth gate of the Barbarian Bone Monarch Technique, which was reforging his bones, flesh, and meridians!

Although his eyes were closed, there was a bright light shining from underneath Ye Mingyang's right eye.

The pain of reforging a broken gate was not something that ordinary people could bear. If Ye Mingyang had not lived two lives, he would not have been able to bear it. He was firm and determined, and he would never be able to persist. The pain seemed to come from the deepest part of his soul, burning his soul with the flames of hell. The pain was so intense that it was as if the heavens and the earth had collapsed.

"AH! AH! AH! Aaaaah! Don't even think about making me yield, this pain... "

" This pain... is nothing compared to the hatred in my heart! "

In his previous life, he climbed the divine mountain and entered the Immortal Sea. There was only a slight gap between him and the path of immortality and freedom, but he was stopped by the Seven Direction Royal Nobles. His body died and his dao vanished.

How could he be willing to accept this? How could he not hate it?!

In his previous life, he was born with a ruined body, and his father was a noble king. The prosperity of his family gave him a chance to live, but he still ended up being harmed by evil people.

How could he not hate this?!

The sounds of explosions became more and more intense. The eight gates on Ye Mingyang's body shone with golden light once again, and the stars were brightly lit. His entire body was trembling from the intense pain. A stream of blood shot out from his body, but he did not notice it at all.

The only thing he was thinking about right now was.

"Fifth Gate, Newgate Gate."

"Open it for me!"