Primordial Era: Starting with the repair of Penglai Immortal Island

Five

Upon seeing the number of Golden Core cultivators, Huang Long was shocked. He abruptly raised his head, his eyes filled with disbelief, and looked at Xuan Du: "Junior Brother Xuan Du, this... isn't this too many?!"

"My senior master promised to refine a golden pill for me, saying he would take half as payment. Although I provided the main ingredient, 'Ancestral Vein Spirit Milk,' the auxiliary ingredients were hard to find, and the refining process was incredibly difficult."

"Based on this calculation, there should be at most four or five pills formed. Why... why are there five here? Could it be that our Grandmaster Uncle did not collect them?"

Seeing Huanglong's reaction, Xuandu smiled gently and slowly explained, "Senior brother, don't be surprised. Our teacher is the number one alchemist in this primordial world. The materials he uses are all the finest of the primordial world, so he will definitely make the most of everything. How could there be any waste? If someone else were to refine that batch of golden pills, they would only be able to produce four or five pills at most!"

Xuan Du spoke in a voice that was slightly proud: "But the teacher is a saint, and deserves to have attained the perfect nine marks."

"Nine!"

Huang Long's breath hitched.

"Exactly."

Xuandu nodded and continued, "Therefore, the master left four and specifically instructed me to deliver these five to my senior brother."

That's it!

The Supreme Sage, the ancestor of alchemy, achieved perfection through nine cycles in one furnace!

A surge of admiration welled up in Huang Long's heart. If it weren't for his master's extraordinary alchemy skills, he would never have been able to obtain as many as five!

Two more appeared out of thin air!

He looked at the five golden pills in the gourd, which emitted an enticing fragrance, and then at Xuan Du, whose eyes were clear, and a thought struck him.

Xuandu was born of the human race. Although he was among the first batch created by the Goddess Nuwa and possessed an innate Dao body with boundless potential, in terms of origin and foundation, he was indeed difficult to compare with the innate beings nurtured by the heavens and earth in the primordial world.

Thinking of this, Huang Long took out a Nine-Turn Creation Origin Golden Pill without hesitation.

The golden elixir floated in the air, emanating a powerful yet gentle aura of origin, and slowly drifted to Xuan Du's front.

"Junior brother!"

"This Nine-Turn Creation Origin Golden Pill possesses the power to seize the creation of heaven and earth, containing the origin of the primordial world, and is most capable of nourishing the origin of living beings and enhancing their foundation."

"Junior brother is a prodigy of the human race, with unlimited potential. If he can use this pill to make up for his innate deficiencies, his future path to the Great Dao will surely be smoother."

"This one is a gift for my junior brother; it's a small token of my appreciation."

Xuan Du looked at the golden core floating before him, its light of creation reflected in his eyes.

A hint of surprise flashed across his face at first, then turned into obvious emotion.

He didn't immediately accept it, but instead looked up at Huang Long with a complicated expression, and slowly said, "Xuan Du... thank you for your kindness, senior brother, but I cannot accept it."

As he spoke, under Huang Long's questioning gaze, Xuan Du flipped his hand, and an identical purple gourd appeared in his palm.

"only......!"

Xuan Du's voice carried a hint of emotion, "Of the golden pills that Master refined, apart from the five he left for Senior Brother, the rest... have all been given to me. I appreciate Senior Brother's kindness, but Senior Brother, please keep these for yourself!"

He shook the purple gourd in his hand, and the aura it emitted was exactly the same as the one in Huang Long's hand.

"......!"

There's one word I'm unsure whether I should say it or not!

He looked at the gourd in Xuandu's hand that also contained four golden pills.

He looked down at the golden pill he had just given away, which was now hovering awkwardly in mid-air.

Speechless for a moment.

I felt an indescribable emotion welling up inside me, like envy, or a faint bitterness brought on by comparison.

"This is the treatment the protagonist of the world should receive!"

A voice cried out silently in his heart.

The eldest disciple only has this one precious disciple. If there's anything good, he's probably already prepared it perfectly for him, improving him in every way!

Such a wonderful thing to improve the root script source, the eldest master asked for it, naturally for his precious disciple Xuandu!

He thought of how he had worked hard on Penglai Island for thousands of years to completely eliminate the karmic obstacles of heaven and earth that had shrouded him.

After all that followed, even some of the Great Luo Golden Immortals of the Primordial Era couldn't compare to his wealth!

But compared to Xuandu...!

"You can't compare, you can't compare...!"

Huang Long shook his head repeatedly, suppressing the bitterness in his voice.

Each has its own destiny, and it cannot be forced.

To obtain five golden pills is already an incredible stroke of luck.

He remained expressionless, channeling his magic power to silently retrieve the golden pill he had given away into his gourd.

His movements were fluid and effortless, as if the act of giving away the pills had never happened.

He coughed lightly, glanced at Zi Ling beside him, who was inhaling the fragrance of the elixir with a look of pure bliss, gently patted her head, and instructed, "Zi Ling, what are you standing there for? Quickly make some tea for your Master Xuandu!"

Zi Ling, who had been slapped on the head by Huang Long, was stunned for a moment, then suddenly inhaled all the fragrant pills that filled the air.

Only then did he obediently reply, "Yes, sir."

After saying that, he picked two ripe tea leaves from the Wudao tea tree and began to boil water to brew the tea.

Huanglong and Xuandu sat down again.

A subtle silence fell over the atmosphere.

Huang Long then calmed down and carefully sensed the aura emanating from Xuan Du.

Previously, his attention had been focused on the Golden Core and he hadn't paid attention to it, but now, upon closer inspection, he was startled once again.

Xuan Du's body exuded a harmonious Daoist aura and a profound presence, clearly indicating that he had already reached the mid-stage of the Taiyi realm!

Moreover, judging from his refined aura and solid foundation, he has clearly already entered the Taiyi realm and has been cultivating for a long time. It won't be long before he reaches the late Taiyi stage!

Huanglong reflected on his hardships, how he had created countless billions of miles of life on earth, accumulated countless merits, and had many opportunities before finally reaching the mid-stage of Taiyi!

Xuan Du, whom I witnessed being born, is over 100,000 years younger than me in cultivation, yet he has already surpassed me!

This cultivation speed...!

That's too unfair to the dragon!

Huang Long picked up the spirit tea that Zi Ling had just brewed, and the rising steam, carrying the aroma of the tea, blurred his face.

He looked at Xuan Du across from him, who was also holding a teacup and had a gentle and harmless expression, and felt that the light and peaceful aura was particularly "glaring" at this moment.

Huang Long took a deep breath, but ultimately couldn't hold back any longer, and almost gritted his teeth as he squeezed out the words:

"Junior Brother Xuandu... your... your speed of cultivation improvement is quite enviable!"

Xuan Du was sipping his tea when he heard this. He looked up and saw Huang Long's extremely distorted expression. He put down his teacup and asked with some concern, "Senior Brother Huang Long, are you... are you alright? Did you injure yourself while fighting with someone outside?"

His eyes were clear, and his tone was sincere, showing no sign of pretense.

Looking at him like this, Huang Long felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest.

He raised his teacup, forced a smile, and said to Xuandu, "It's nothing! It's nothing! Drink your tea, drink your tea!"

He drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.

But that smile, no matter how you looked at it, seemed somewhat forced.

Xuan Du nodded as if he understood, and did not ask any further questions. He picked up his teacup again, offered a toast to Huang Long, and then slowly sipped his tea.