As the temperature of the magma changed, the originally crimson and red-hot bottom of the pill furnace gradually returned to its original black color.
Inside the pill furnace, the blood aura dissipated, the light threads vanished, and on the blackened bottom of the furnace, more than thirty Blood Pills still formed!
The surface of the Blood Pills was wrapped in faint light threads, flickering like woven silk! They gleamed like over thirty eyes in the darkness!
"Finally, the pills are successfully formed!"
Shang Xiangyu looked up and exhaled a breath of turbid air, and a tear unknowingly slipped from the corner of his eye.
This tear was no longer shed for Shang Xin, but for himself.
Only he truly knew the price he paid to refine this batch of Blood Spring Pills, far more than just the life of his brother.
Pan Yong stepped forward, stood behind Shang Xiangyu, bowed and cupped his fists, and said, "Congratulations, Master Shang, on the great success of this pill!"
Shang Xiangyu turned his head to look at Pan Yong and nodded slightly.
Shang Xiangyu walked slowly to a nearby platform and sat cross-legged, while Pan Yong stood by his side.
Shang Xiangyu’s gaze swept over Chen Hu, Duan Rong, and Yin Cong in the distance, and he said, "This pill’s great success is also due to your efforts."
As Shang Xiangyu spoke, he waved a sleeve in front of him, and three brown porcelain bottles appeared on the ground before him.
Shang Xiangyu looked at them coldly and said, "Within these porcelain bottles are ten Mystic Yuan Pills!"
"These Mystic Yuan Pills are the best quality pills for cultivation at the True Qi Realm First Level."
"In the past, I only gave pills to Pan Yong," Shang Xiangyu said, glancing at Pan Yong beside him, and then continued, "But this time, each of you gets a share. Come, you three, take one bottle each."
"Mystic Yuan Pills?!" Hearing they were Mystic Yuan Pills, not only Yin Cong was a little taken aback, but even Duan Rong’s heart warmed.
Yin Cong had always been resentful about Pan Yong hoarding the rewards and secretly getting pills from Shang Xiangyu. After over a year, he finally received pills from Shang Xiangyu himself, and they were Mystic Yuan Pills.
The quality of these pills was far superior to the basic Yang Pills.
Secretly delighted, Yin Cong stepped forward to Shang Xiangyu.
As Yin Cong moved, Duan Rong also prepared to follow, but as he took half a step, his body froze, stopping abruptly.
Duan Rong suddenly noticed that Chen Hu, not far from him, stood there motionless, his body tense, slightly hunched, forehead sweating, eyes staring in fearful uncertainty at Shang Xiangyu, who sat cross-legged on the platform.
Yin Cong, eyes fixed on the three porcelain bottles on the ground, didn’t notice that Duan Rong and Chen Hu hadn’t come over.
Seeing Yin Cong approach, Shang Xiangyu picked up a porcelain bottle and handed it to him; Yin Cong happily accepted it from Shang Xiangyu’s hand.
Clutching the porcelain bottle like a treasure, Yin Cong suddenly realized that both Duan Rong and Chen Hu were standing behind him, some distance away, not coming over.
Yin Cong’s eyelids twitched, sensing something might be wrong.
At that moment, Shang Xiangyu’s gaze swept over Duan Rong, who had stepped forward and then retreated, and focused on Chen Hu beside him. He smiled, saying, "Chen Hu! It seems you know your master well! How did you know that your master wouldn’t give you pills? This master-disciple relationship was indeed not in vain!"
As Shang Xiangyu spoke, Yin Cong had already turned around, clutching the porcelain bottle with Mystic Yuan Pills, staring blankly at Chen Hu and Duan Rong, whose bodies were taut behind him.
Suddenly, Shang Xiangyu leapt up lightly, a white glow flickering at his fingertips, pointing at Yin Cong’s back.
With a soft sound, a mist of blood burst from Yin Cong’s chest, clearly mixed with fragments of organs...
Yin Cong’s body jerked, the bottle in his hand fell and shattered... his lips trembled, and he collapsed to the ground, his heart shattered by Shang Xiangyu’s Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi bursting from his back...
Where Yin Cong fell, next to the shattered porcelain bottle, there was nothing inside... where was any Mystic Yuan Pill?