Within the alchemy room, the flames burned fiercely without extinguishing. The entire room was a swath of bright red, and the air burned to the point of distorting, clearly showing how high the temperature was. The alchemy cauldron fire of the Yuhua Sect's inner court disciples condensed the true fire of the sun and extracted the baleful fire from the underground to heat together. The size of the flame could be adjusted at will; when the firepower became fierce, even the hardest refined steel could melt instantly.
It merely couldn't melt steel into an air current.
An alchemy cauldron capable of refining steel into steam could only be one at the spirited weapon level.
However, even so, boiling and refining a person required no effort at all.
Fang Han's entire person sat cross-legged within the alchemy cauldron. The boiling Holy Water of the Yellow Spring continuously bubbled up, emitting steam that rushed out from the small holes on the cauldron's lid, producing a whistling sound like a steam whistle.
His entire person was just being boiled in the Holy Water of the Yellow Spring, continuously boiled. Even his breathing seemed to have stopped, his pulse as slow as a turtle's breathing. However, anyone who had cultivated to the psychic realm would notice that not only was he not boiled to death, but rather the vitality within his body was becoming increasingly intense. His originally tall and robust body seemed to have been boiled to a slightly more condensed state; this was the result of high-level condensation of essence, blood, and bones.
Most terrifyingly, his skin had turned a faint golden color, looking tough and dense, as if swords and knives cutting onto it wouldn't break it.
Beside this, the expression on Fang Han's face was also extremely bizarre. Ordinary people, if boiled in boiling water, would have long had their faces contorted with pain, looking like malicious ghosts or devil lords, full of bitter resentment. Yet, his face was like bathing in a spring breeze. If others didn't look at that boiling steam and the blazing flames, they would think he was sitting under a pine tree, listening to the cool breeze, admiring the bright moon, and drinking fragrant tea.
"Where the center of thought is, where the intent moves, transforming bitterness into joy, the sea of suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore of supreme bliss…" At this moment, Fang Han genuinely felt like bathing in a spring breeze, because he was acting according to the cultivation method of the "Yama Golden Body," transforming his spirit of pain into an unblocked mood, and then circulating the vitality and blood within his body, dispersing it to every part of his body up and down, filling his skin, large tendons, meridians, and periosteums. He also felt his body shrink a little, but his physique became more perfect, firm and powerful.
He cultivated consecutively for twenty-five days, being fiercely boiled within the alchemy cauldron without interruption. Every time, he had to consume a large amount of Blood Pills and Great Biluo Pills. On this day, all the refined elixirs were also almost exhausted; less than twenty remained.
However, such massive consumption was highly worthwhile. Fang Han was finally able to successfully circulate his spirit. He could forget any unnecessary matters, and firmly remember any matter worth remembering.
At this time, the spiritual power within his mind had condensed into a liquid-like golden substance. Slightly flowing, it radiated brilliantly, as if it was going to burst through the Heavenly Gate at the top of his head, shooting straight at the stars, connecting with the boundless blue sky.
This was the symbol of spiritual power being accumulated to the extreme and concentrated to the extreme.
Waiting only for the final moment, to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, the massive spiritual power transforming into magic power, circulating up and down, communicating with heaven and earth, stepping into the Divine Ability Realm.
With a splash of water, Fang Han abruptly opened his eyes. A massive vitality suddenly erupted, and his whole person pushed open the lid of the alchemy cauldron, leaping out. Landing on the ground, the hard rock floor caved in slightly, forming two pits.
"The Yama Golden Body has finally laid its foundation. Your accumulation is also more or less complete. Now your physical strength is almost the same as an Asura, and your body's toughness can even stand shoulder to shoulder with an Asura."
"Yan" looked at the faint golden skin on Fang Han's body and couldn't help but nod. With a wave of its claw, it didn't know where it got a sharp refined steel longsword, and fiercely chopped it at Fang Han's body.
Seeing this, Fang Han didn't dodge either. His eyes moved, and his skin abruptly began to tremble, vibrating at high speed. It actually emitted a buzzing sound of steel ringing out. Every pore swelled up, and the golden skin, like scales, forcefully took the strike of this refined steel longsword.
The vibration of the skin actually sounded like steel ringing; how formidable were these tendons and bones?
Clang!
The refined steel longsword broke into two pieces, while on Fang Han's skin, only a white mark appeared.
Subsequently, Fang Han dispersed his power, and that skin became soft again. The golden color also disappeared; it was rosy, delicate, glossy, and as elastic as fine jade.
"Good, your current physical body can be described as tyrannical! It's a pity you still haven't been able to blast open the gate to Divine Ability."
"I ate the Nine Orifices Golden Pill, absorbed the Blood-colored Sweet Dew. Then practiced the foundational method of the Yama Golden Body, got boiled in the alchemy cauldron for twenty-five days, absorbed the essence of the Holy Water of the Yellow Spring, the Blood Pills, and Great Biluo Pills, and unexpectedly I still haven't broken through to the Divine Ability Realm. This Divine Ability Realm really is difficult."
Fang Han sighed. He now felt that he had completed his accumulation; he was only one step away from breaking through, transforming from a caterpillar into a butterfly. But he just couldn't take this single step, and he didn't know why.
"How could the Divine Ability Realm be that easy? One step taken out is the barrier between heaven and man. If it were that easy, the Yuhua Sect wouldn't only have one hundred and eight true legacy disciples. The key to open the gate of Divine Ability, you have to find and break through it yourself. Don't be impatient. The thicker your accumulation now is, the stronger your magic power will be when you step into the Divine Ability Realm in the future. I guarantee that you, having now practiced the Yama Golden Body, as long as you step into the Divine Ability Realm, will absolutely be stronger than Jin Shitai. His magic power is too weak; he has no accumulation."
"Yan" clicked its tongue: "The Blood Pills and Great Biluo Pills are both less than twenty pieces. You can't go to the Heavenly Devil Battlefield, but we can look for opportunities to go deep underground to kill Flying Heavenly Yakshas, even Asuras, and even those Great Asuras with insufficient strength, to refine them into exceptionally high-quality Blood Pills. Those Great Asuras can be refined into Great Biluo Pills even better than Heavenly Devils."
"Right now, I can kill both Flying Heavenly Yakshas and Asuras. But those Great Asuras have already transformed into human shapes and possess magic power, equivalent to experts in the Divine Ability Realm. How can I kill them?" Fang Han already clearly understood the forces of the Earth Devils.
"The Earth Devil clan is not good at refining artifacts, and very few practice divine abilities. Unlike the Yuhua Sect, which has Eight Great Divine Abilities and many, many Minor Divine Abilities. The Earth Devil clan has no magical treasures; they rely entirely on their tyrannical physical bodies. You now possess ten demonic sword puppets, plus my divine abilities; it is more than enough to kill a Great Asura with shallow magic power." Yan urged: "If you want to defeat Hua Tiandu, you must cultivate, cultivate, and cultivate some more. You must be in the midst of blood-wind and gore-rain at all times and cannot waste a bit of time. Every single moment is extremely precious to you. Let's go! We'll find a crevice in the earth right now and go down. I am very familiar with the distribution of forces and the terrain underground."
"Not these three days."
"Why?"
"You forgot, three days a month are the days for conveying merit. Inner court disciples must go to the Merit Conveyance Courtyard to learn the various skills of the Yuhua Sect, and can also ask the elders difficult questions concerning cultivation. Could I give up the opportunity to learn the Yuhua Sect's skills?"
Fang Han remembered very clearly that today was a day for conveying merit. At this point, what things he would forget and what things he wouldn't forget, he was already able to manipulate at will.
"That's true. The Yuhua Sect's skills must be learned, and learned deeply. It's best if you can learn the things from the Yuhua Ascension Scripture. That is a supreme method to refine the Dao and become an immortal, shatter the barriers of the world, roam through the myriad heavens and worlds, the endless starry sky, the absolute peak of the universe! Even Great Emperor Yellow Spring wanted to obtain it."
"The Yuhua Ascension Scripture? Isn't this the thing Master Bai Haichan wanted me to obtain?" Fang Han's heart merely stirred slightly, knowing that this kind of thing was not something he could think about yet.
Packing up his things, "Yan" entered the Yellow Spring Picture again, sinking into Fang Han's body as a tattoo. Those ten Asura sword demonic puppets naturally hid inside as well, waiting only for an opportunity to charge out and take people's lives.
Within the Yellow Spring Picture, there was also a "Blood Cotton Demonic Garment" and the corpse of the "Pink Prince." However, he wasn't planning on taking them out; the "Blood Cotton Demonic Garment" could only be worn for protection when he went to the underground world for experiential training.
Closing the heavy stone door of his own room well, Fang Han strolled out, heading straight for the "Merit Conveyance Courtyard." He went to see what skills would be taught today.
Along the way, sure enough, there were groups of two or three inner court disciples allied together walking towards the Merit Conveyance Courtyard. Every one of them had robust strength and was astutely capable. In reality, as long as someone was an inner court disciple of the Yuhua Sect, going out to casually serve as the prime minister or generalissimo of troops and horses for a mortal country was more than enough. They had completed their tempering and forged their temperaments long ago; they were heroes among secular people.
However, when these disciples saw Fang Han, their expressions all became strange. Afraid that he would step forward and strike up a conversation with them, they all quickened their pace and walked away, avoiding him like avoiding a plague god.
"It seems I've really become a plague god. That is true; Hua Tiandu has an extremely high status and immense prestige among the Yuhua Sect disciples. He has no shortage of worshippers. It's already good enough that no one has come to cause trouble for me after I offended him; am I to expect them to strike up conversations with me?"
Seeing this situation, Fang Han didn't mind. There would be a day when he would make them greatly astounded.
"Fang Han! You've gotten yourself into big trouble recently." right at this moment, a familiar voice drifted over from behind. With a twitch of his ears, Fang Han knew without turning his head that it was "Princess Hongyi."
"You've also become an inner court disciple?"
Turning his body, it was indeed "Princess Hongyi." She was wrapped in a water-fire Daoist robe with a dharma sword carried on her back, looking neat and crisp. On the surface, she looked like a straightforward and bright woman, but Fang Han could sense that her killing intent was concealed inside. He could even vaguely "see" that deep between her eyebrows, a sharp edge was so biting it felt like she could draw her sword and stab someone at any moment. She would absolutely not be soft-hearted when killing a person.
"If I gained such a huge benefit and still didn't become an inner court disciple, wouldn't that make me appear useless?"
The benefit Princess Hongyi spoke of naturally referred to him giving her a True Blue Sword; this was a major secret between the two of them: "However, I heard that you offended Eldest Senior Brother Hua Tiandu on the Heavenly Devil Battlefield. He is the first true legacy disciple. Never mind us ordinary inner court disciples, even if the top ten experts of the Mountain and River Ranking in the inner court were added together, it wouldn't be enough for a flick of his finger. I'm afraid that even Senior Sister Qingxue won't be able to protect you. Furthermore, among the true legacy disciples, there are quite a few who have received great favors from Eldest Senior Brother Hua Tiandu. You have rebelled against a whole segment of the Yuhua Sect; how will you live out your future days?"
"At least for ten years, I can cultivate with peace of mind." Fang Han licked his lips.
"Aha! So you were here."
A sharp, explosive shout drifted over. Several silhouettes appeared in the distance. Over there, Fang Han frowned. Looking over, he unexpectedly saw several acquaintances. The person who spoke was wearing a "Golden Jade Silk Robe," which unexpectedly was a spirited weapon clothing item that could rival the "Blood Cotton Demonic Garment."
This person was precisely the tenth place on the "Mountain and River Ranking," known by the title "Silver Snake Sword," Yuan Jiankong.
Besides that, by Yuan Jiankong's side were Senior Sister Mo, as well as several other inner court disciples who had lost their flying swords. Even Prince Bao and several others were among them.
"So it's Senior Brother Yuan Jiankong and Senior Sister Mo. I wonder what advice you have?" Fang Han looked at these people, not moving at all. Even though he had taken all these people's flying swords, he didn't fear them. He had even offended Hua Tiandu; what did they amount to?
"That day we were hit by the Six Desires Yin Lightning, yet relying on a demonic treasure on your body, you unexpectedly escaped it." Yuan Jiankong smiled sinisterly: "Since that's the case, then you definitely know the whereabouts of my Silver Snake Sword. Please tell us."