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

Yang Chan did not raise the temperature.

She recalled Xu Fu's words: "The more you urge it, the more it will resist you."

Don't rush me.

Let the three opposing medicinal properties collide and grind themselves down until they are exhausted, then add the remaining six ingredients to consolidate them.

The hissing sound from the incense burner lasted for the entire time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Then, silence fell.

The color of the liquid changed from cloudy to clear, and then from clear to a very pale gold.

Yang Chan held her breath and withdrew the fire.

The liquid medicine naturally condenses, coagulates, and takes shape.

"despair."

A golden pill leaped out of the furnace.

It is perfectly round like a pearl, translucent throughout, with a layer of extremely fine light patterns flowing on its surface—these are patterns that spontaneously form after the nine medicinal properties have fully blended, not the result of human control.

Yang Chan's hand trembled slightly as she held the pill.

It's not that I'm tired, it's that I can't believe it.

Xu Fu appeared at the door of the secret room at some unknown time.

He looked at the pill in Yang Chan's hand, his gaunt face expressionless.

But the knuckles of his hand, which was using a cane, were white.

What grade?

Yang Chan asked cautiously.

Xu Fu walked over and took the pill.

I smelled it.

I listened to it.

I weighed it in my palm.

"Upper Rank Six".

Yang Chan blinked.

"Sixth rank...is that good?"

Xu Fu raised his eyelids to look at her.

That look in his eyes was complex—it contained scrutiny, amazement, and something he quickly suppressed.

"I have been practicing for forty years and have only just reached the threshold of the sixth rank."

He placed the pill back in Yang Chan's palm and turned to leave.

"Starting tomorrow, I will teach you the techniques for identifying rare and precious materials. Your method of 'smelling the aura to determine one's nature' is too crude; you can at least improve it by another 30%."

Before the curtain fell, he added one more sentence.

"Don't blow up my stove."

……

Yang Chan's rapid progress surprised Zhong Lingyun.

Under Xu Fu's guidance, her alchemy skills underwent a qualitative leap within just two months.

It only took him twenty days to go from the sixth rank to the fifth rank, and another twenty-five days to go from the fifth rank to the fourth rank.

When she was able to consistently refine third-grade pills—which, in the context of the Doupo world, is equivalent to the level of a ninth-grade alchemist.

Zhong Lingyun mentally confirmed this conclusion twice.

A ninth-rank alchemist.

How many years did Xiao Yan take?

Yang Chan used it for less than three months.

Of course, there's the added benefit of the high concentration of spiritual energy in the primordial world, the overwhelming advantage of the Ningyuan Flame's grade, and the chemical reaction resulting from the collision of the Bai Ze Demon Clan's Pharmacopoeia and Doupo's alchemy theory—but ultimately, it's this girl's own comprehension that's holding up the load.

"Your sister's talent in support roles is no less than your talent in combat."

Zhong Lingyun told Yang Jian the truth.

Yang Jian did not refute.

He had seen Yang Chan refining pills—she would squat in front of the furnace, her eyes fixed on the liquid, chanting incantations, her facial expressions changing seven or eight times in three breaths, from frowning to relaxing to gritting her teeth to smiling, as if she were fighting a silent battle with the herbs in the furnace.

That focused intensity was no different from when he was fighting monsters in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

One used his fists, the other used fire.

……

Yang Jian's breakthrough occurred in the third month in the Yan Kingdom.

There were no signs.

That evening, as usual, he sat on the rocks at the dock.

Ao Tingxin squatted down beside him, a grilled squid tentacle dangling from her mouth, and was unilaterally complaining to him about how terrible the food at the East Sea Dragon Palace was.

"Do you know what?! My dad had the imperial chef prepare a whole table of fish! A whole table! We're dragons, not fishermen, eating fish every day!"

Yang Jian did not respond.

His attention was on the sea.

The setting sun was sinking close to the horizon, its orange-red light shattering into shimmering fragments on the crests of the waves.

The cries of seagulls drifted from afar, long and drawn out.

Fishermen on the dock were hauling in their nets, the thick ropes creaking as they rubbed against the wooden stakes.

All the sounds blended together.

As Yang Jian listened, he suddenly felt a sense of quiet.

It's not that things are quiet outside, it's that things are quiet inside.

That restlessness brought from the mountains, hidden deep in the bones, that instinctive alertness to sounds, to approaching things, to all unknown movements—at this moment, it receded silently like the receding tide.

In his dantian, the dark golden flame of the Burning Technique suddenly flickered.

The Crimson Divine Power surged from his meridians, not by his own initiative, but by the power operating on its own—like a river flowing naturally into the sea.

The sixteenth level!

The door he had been knocking on for three months finally opened.

There was no cataclysmic event, no extraordinary phenomena.

The power of the sun and the power of the moon underwent an extremely subtle reorganization within his body.

The golden crow and jade rabbit divine patterns on his back lit up for a moment, then disappeared.

It's that simple.

Ao Tingxin was still complaining about how the fish was cooked.

"Boiled fish, steamed fish, sweet and sour fish, braised fish—aren't you tired of it all?!"

"It's no trouble," Yang Jian said.

Ao Tingxin was taken aback.

It wasn't because he replied—it was because his voice changed.

I can't quite put my finger on what's changed, but it's just... a little softer?

"What's wrong with you?"

"A breakthrough has been achieved."

"what?"

Yang Jian stood up and stretched his shoulders.

The bones inside the body made a subtle sound—not a crackling sound, but a deep, muffled sound like stones rolling over stones.

The sixteenth level of the Crimson Bright Nine Heavens Diagram.

Converted to the primordial world system, they are only one step away from becoming celestial immortals!

He looked down at his palm.

A wisp of true solar fire silently travels through the palm of your hand, winding from the base of your fingers to your fingertips, and then back to your palm, like a gentle golden snake.

Back in the Ten Thousand Mountains, the true fire of the sun was always violent in his palm, as if he were holding a handful of live charcoal.

At this moment, it is as quiet as a lamp.

"At most three months."

Yang Jian said.

Zhong Lingyun did not respond.

He doesn't need to respond.

Breaking into the Celestial Immortal realm in three months—given Yang Jian's current state and foundation, this is not a pipe dream, but a natural progression.

"It's too late to break through to the Celestial Immortal realm!"

Zhong Lingyun murmured to himself.

He sensed the unusual movement of the Golden Crow's essence within his body!

For the past three months, the Golden Crow Source has remained dormant.

Ever since he used a wisp of his essence to scare away Jade Cauldron Immortal at Guanjiang Estuary, Zhong Lingyun has deliberately reduced his use of his essence—each use reduces its quantity, and it is the last trace that Taiyi left in the world.

But today, the origin itself has moved.

It wasn't a violent tremor, but an extremely slight shaking, like seismic waves coming from afar—almost imperceptible on the ground, but the rocks deep underground had already begun to shift.

"Bai Ze".

Zhong Lingyun sank into his physical space, extending his consciousness to the connection he had established with Bai Ze.

This connection was formed by the aura of the Golden Crow's origin, not through divination of heavenly secrets, but through the resonance of the demon race's bloodline.

The message has been sent back.

Intermittent, interspersed with intense fluctuations of spiritual energy.

After Zhong Lingyun pieced the fragments together, the ancient patterns on the bell's surface suddenly dimmed.

The Ten Thousand Mountains are surrounded!