C2 Yang Accumulation Pill

As the thought crossed his mind, Chen Chu narrowed his eyes, forcefully quelling the fury within them. With the Refining Treasure Cauldron at his aid, his bodily injuries were no longer a concern.

Chen Chu entered his sea of consciousness and with a leap through the void, he found himself before the cauldron's mouth. Inside, the flames roared and tumbled ceaselessly. With a flick of his wrist, Chen Chu sent the Origin Returning Pill soaring into the inferno.

Upon contact, the pill dissolved into droplets of greenish-blue elixir, suspended midair by the intense heat. Chen Chu pressed his palms against either side of the cauldron, channeling a stream of pure Essence Strength from within, meticulously manipulating the flames to purge the pill of any impurities.

As he watched the pill churn within the cauldron, Chen Chu couldn't help but reflect with a hint of disappointment, "The Chen Family's alchemy skills are far too rudimentary, merely combining the essences of herbs. It hardly deserves the title of a true pill."

True alchemy was a vast and intricate art, demanding not only a delicate mastery over the flame but also robust Essence Strength and an intimate knowledge of the medicinal liquid's reactions. The pill before him was undercooked and tainted with two conflicting medicines, significantly weakening the potency of the Origin Returning Pill and potentially causing adverse effects like diarrhea if consumed.

Chen Chu deftly wielded his Essence Strength to isolate the antagonistic elements, while simultaneously refining the flame to extract the dross, leaving behind only a pure, faintly luminescent, oval droplet of medicine.

With the flames churning, the pill neared completion. Chen Chu infused a thread of his Essence Strength into its core, then withdrew the heat. A rush of cold air filled the cauldron, rapidly cooling the liquid until it solidified into a polished, spherical pill.

At his command, the pill levitated from the cauldron's mouth and settled in his palm. It was a vibrant blue, adorned with intricate red striations, resting quietly in his hand, still emanating a trace of warmth.

The presence of pill patterns, visible only when a pill was refined to perfection, served as a benchmark of a pill refiner's skill. Typically emerging in pills of the sixth grade or higher, their rarity was a testament to their value.

The Origin Returning Pill had long surpassed the second-tier pills, evolving into an entirely new medicinal creation. Chen Chu christened it the Yang Pill.

Chen Chu glanced at the pill and chuckled at himself, "Who would have thought that I, Chen Chu, the Alchemy Saint Master, would one day need to ingest such a lowly pill."

Moments later, Chen Chu settled into a meditative pose within the vast emptiness of his sea of consciousness and took the pill. The tiny pill, no larger than a cat's eye, swiftly dissolved into a warm current that spread through his body. As it flowed through his damaged and wilted meridians, the pill's potency seeped in, rapidly mending them.

Pleased with the swift healing, Chen Chu exhaled deeply and shut his eyes, surrendering to the pill's power as it coursed through him. The immense void turned serene, and Chen Chu occasionally winced, bearing the internal agony in silence.

His Dantian, once parched and scorched, now seemed drenched in nourishing rain, bursting with new life. Wisps of Genuine Qi converged, forming an ocean of energy, while the latent ailments within him vanished, restoring him to his prime in mere moments.

Chen Chu emerged from his meditative state and fixed his gaze on the golden inscriptions hovering above the Refining Treasure Cauldron, ready to practice the Creation Body Refining Spell.

With the golden inscriptions etched in his memory, he gestured, and an invisible gust scattered them. Chen Chu's essence strength faded, and he found himself back in the familiar confines of his small room.

Opening his eyes, Chen Chu inspected his palm, channeling the Genuine Qi within. A milky white vapor gathered, swirling into a vortex.

"Success."

Testing his energy, Chen Chu had a sense of his current level—he was likely at the third tier of the Qi Refinement Stage. Such strength was unremarkable in the Chen Family.

Yet, Chen Chu was undeterred. With the Refining Treasure Cauldron and the Creation Body Refining Spell at his disposal, his return to peak condition was inevitable.

Standing before the copper mirror in his room, he admired his own striking reflection and murmured, "Rest easy, my predecessor. The injustices you suffered, the humiliation—I swear to repay your tormentors a hundredfold!"

At that moment, the courtyard erupted with a cacophony of noise, punctuated by the sleazy laughter of men.

"Zhang Xiangtian, Zhao Qianli, what brings you here?" Xiaowan's voice quivered with fear.

Two men clad in black, one portly and the other lean, sidled toward the room with a lopsided, crab-like gait.

"We're here to check if that little punk is dead yet!" barked the hefty Zhang Xiangtian with a menacing tone.

"No! You can't go in there. My brother is still very frail..." Xiaowan spread her arms wide, barring their path.

She was all too aware that if she allowed these men to enter, Chen Chu would likely suffer another brutal beating.

"How dare you! You filthy woman, how dare you obstruct us?" sneered the skinny Zhao Qianli, followed by the sound of a sharp slap.

Smack!

Xiaowan's left cheek bloomed with a sudden redness, but she didn't shed a tear. Clutching her cheek, she stood her ground at the doorway.

"This girl's got guts. Looks like she needs a lesson from us," Zhang Xiangtian remarked, a sinister gleam flickering in his beady eyes as he exchanged a knowing look with Zhao Qianli.

With an evil grin, Zhao Qianli nodded, and they both reached out with their greasy hands, lunging at Xiaowan.

"Stop it! You're awful! I'll scream!" Xiaowan struggled fiercely, her face a fiery red, but she couldn't escape the clutches of the two burly men.

Her unblemished body was on the verge of being defiled.

"Go ahead and scream! Yell until your voice gives out; no one's going to save you!" Zhang Xiangtian taunted, pinning Xiaowan's arm behind her back. He turned to Zhao Qianli, "You first, brother. Check her undergarments for any hidden weapons!"

"Ha! Thanks, bro! This little wench's chest is quite the sight, really something! Time for a little inspection!" Zhao Qianli chuckled, rolling up his sleeves as his filthy hands inched closer to Xiaowan.

"Release me! You... you're shameless! Vile!" Tears welled in Xiaowan's eyes as she let out a desperate cry.

Just as the situation reached a fever pitch, a fierce shout cut through the air like rolling thunder.

"Release the girl and face me!"

Chen Chu burst through the door and, upon seeing Xiaowan being harassed, was instantly seething with rage. He strode forward swiftly to intervene.

Zhang and Zhao were taken aback by the sudden appearance of a would-be hero, but their surprise turned to mockery when they recognized Chen Chu.

"Hey, look who it is, Chen Chu the loser. Still alive, huh? How can you even stand? Must be your last dying breath!"

"And here I thought it was someone important. Just a worthless guy. Poor Miss Wan, stuck tending to a cripple every day. Might be better off if you just died sooner."

As Chen Chu observed their sneering faces, recognition dawned on him; these were the very men responsible for the paralysis that had afflicted this body's original owner for three years.

Their hands were stained with the blood of this young man.

In a flash, Chen Chu's eyes turned icy, his demeanor as if he were staring down at two lifeless bodies.