Primordial Era: I've become a cheat code by taking Yang Jian as my disciple?

After about 15 minutes, Ao Tingxin couldn't hold back any longer.

"What are you looking at?"

"ocean."

"What's so great about the sea? I've been swimming in it for over two hundred years and I've never found it beautiful!"

Yang Jian turned his head and glanced at her.

"More than two hundred years?"

"What's wrong?" Ao Tingxin puffed out her chest. "I'm two hundred and thirty-seven years old! Much older than you!"

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze.

A true immortal who is 237 years old is considered a child in the cultivation world.

The princess of the Dragon Palace of the East Sea came ashore to compete with mortals for fish—he suddenly understood.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I didn't laugh."

"Your lips moved! I saw it!"

Yang Jian pressed his lips together and continued to look at the sea.

Ao Tingxin glared at him for three breaths, snorted, and turned her head to look at the sea.

This sitting lasted for another half an hour.

When Yang Jian stood up to go back, Ao Tingxin's head was already leaning against the reef, her eyes half-closed, and a drop of saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Fell asleep.

Yang Jian stood there for a couple of moments, then turned and left.

After taking five steps, I heard a "thump" behind me.

"Whoa—who! What is that?!"

Ao Tingxin rolled off the rocks into a half-foot-deep puddle of water, getting completely soaked. Her blue dress was covered in sand, and she struggled in the puddle several times before finally getting up.

She wiped the sand off her face, watched Yang Jian's departing figure, and stomped her feet in anger.

"Yang Jian! Couldn't you have woken me up?!"

Yang Jian didn't turn around, but he slowed his pace by half a beat.

Zhong Lingyun said something in his mind.

"This little dragon cub's temper is somewhat similar to Ji Meng's when he was young."

Yang Jian did not respond.

But from that day on, when he went to the pier to see the sea, he would bring an extra pot of tea.

I drank one glass myself and placed the other on the low rock next to me.

He never cared who ended up drinking that cup of tea.

……

Days passed by amidst the crowing of roosters and barking of dogs in the Kingdom of Yan.

Ao Tingxin started coming more and more frequently—from once every three days to every day.

She's like a sea breeze that blows at a fixed time, noisy, damp, and uninvited, but if you don't feel it on a certain day, you feel like something is missing.

After Yang Chan became familiar with her, the two girls' conversations expanded from medicinal herbs to clothes, jewelry, which shop made the best sugar figurines, and who could eat more grilled fish.

Yang Chan lost miserably in the last competition—she forgot that her opponent was a dragon, and a dragon's stomach could hold a whale.

Yang Jian observed the whole thing but did not participate.

But his wine glass no longer broke.

It became common for the tavern to be full for two hours straight.

Someone at the next table slammed their hand on the table, and his third eye mark stopped flashing.

Children screamed and ran past on the street, and his right hand was no longer clenched into a fist.

It wasn't that the voices became quieter; it was that he began to distinguish which voices were threatening and which weren't.

In the Ten Thousand Mountains, every sound is a threat.

In the Yan Kingdom, most voices are simply evidence of being alive.

"Your blade is flattened."

One night, Zhong Lingyun said something.

Yang Jian did not respond.

He sat cross-legged on the roof of the inn, his Crimson Divine Power flowing evenly through his meridians.

The fifteenth level of perfect skill, like the tide, is already knocking on a door between its rise and fall.

The sixteenth threshold.

He didn't deliberately crash into it.

Chung Ling-yun once said, "If your mind is not at peace, the door will not open."

When will that door open?

It will open naturally when your mind is calm.

……

Yang Chan's alchemy skills have finally been unlocked.

The turning point occurred on the afternoon of her seventh visit to Xu Fu's pharmacy.

"Girl, come here and see."

Xu Fu led her to a dark room at the very back of the hall. As soon as he opened the door, a strong, pungent medicinal fragrance wafted out.

The dark room was small, only big enough to fit a stone table.

On the stone platform sat a dark, black medicine furnace—completely different from the rough iron furnace outside.

This stove is entirely black, with no patterns on the surface; the material itself exudes a deep, weighty feel.

"This is the stove I used when I was young."

Xu Fu patted the furnace wall. "Nothing special, it's just that I've handled a lot of medicine, so the furnace wall has absorbed the medicinal properties, and the temperature is 30% more stable than an ordinary furnace."

Yang Chan squatted down and touched the furnace wall. Her fingertips felt a warm, smooth sensation—not the coldness of metal, but like touching a river stone that had been sun-dried all afternoon.

"For me to use?"

"I'll lend it to you." Xu Fu emphasized one word, "I'm not dead yet. This is a loan, not a gift."

Yang Chan chuckled, revealing a row of teeth.

"Alright, alright, lend it to me!"

"besides."

Xu Fu took out three yellowed pieces of paper from his pocket and handed them over.

"These three prescriptions are the most prized creations of my life. One treats external injuries, one replenishes qi and blood, and one—"

He paused, his withered fingers tapping the corner of the third sheet of paper.

"This one is an antidote. It can cure any kind of poison."

Yang Chan took it, glanced at the third prescription, and frowned.

"This formula... three out of the nine main ingredients are incompatible; how can they be put together?"

Xu Fu's lips curled up slightly—it was the first time Yang Chan had ever seen an expression that resembled "satisfaction" on his face.

"You can see the mutual restraint, which means you have mastered the basics. But mutual restraint does not mean it cannot be used—have you ever heard of fighting poison with poison? The three mutually restraining main ingredients counterbalance each other in the furnace, which perfectly wears down each other's toxicity, leaving only the essence."

Yang Chan stared at the prescription, her mind simultaneously processing the alchemy theories from the Doupo World and the compatibility experiences from the Demon Clan's Pharmacopoeia. At a certain juncture, the two systems suddenly converged—

"To achieve a new balance through restraint... isn't that the path to the harmony of Yin and Yang?"

She looked up at Xu Fu.

Xu Fu neither said it was right nor wrong; he simply turned and walked toward the door of the dark room.

"Practice in this room, and take the medicinal herbs from my storeroom. When you run out, bring your own pills to replenish them. Fair trade."

The curtain fell.

Yang Chan squatted on the spot, clutching three prescriptions. The Ningyuan Flame in her palm flickered spontaneously, its eerie blue light reflecting on the yellowed paper.

She took a deep breath.

From that day on, Yang Chan would spend most of the day in Xu Fu's secret room.

She dissected, verified, and improved the three prescriptions repeatedly. For the first prescription for treating external injuries, she changed two auxiliary ingredients, resulting in a product with a 10% higher yield than the original prescription.

For the second formula to replenish qi and blood, she didn't change the recipe, but only adjusted the timing and rhythm of the Condensing Abyss Flame, increasing the success rate of pill formation from 60% to 85%.

She tested the third antidote seventeen times.

The first sixteen attempts all resulted in oven explosions.

The seventeenth time.

Yang Chan squatted in the dark room, her face covered in soot and her hair half disheveled.

The lid of the black stove on the stone platform was tilted to one side, and the stove walls were covered with charred medicinal residue.

She clutched the last batch of medicine, her fingertips scalded with three blisters, but she didn't even bother to treat them.

"The last time."

The flames of the Condensed Abyss ignited.

This time, she didn't rush to add the medicine, but instead first reduced the flame to its lowest setting.

The flames were so low that they were almost invisible, with only a faint blue halo moving along the bottom of the furnace.

The nine main ingredients are added in sequence.

As soon as the three antagonistic herbs came into contact, a violent hissing sound immediately came from the furnace—the shockwave generated by the collision of medicinal properties made the furnace lid buzz.