For five or six secutive days, the sed level of the Star Sn Tower became packed with medial herbs—so much so that the sheer quantity likely surpassed evereasure vault of Lingxu Sect itself.
Through tinuous alchemy during this period, Mo Yang’s skills had improved at an astonishing rate. By now, refining Marrow sing Pills, Essehering Pills, and Youth Preservation Pills had bee sed nature to him. He could produce five or six pills in a sich.
After categorizing and anizing the herbs, Mo Yang sat down to meditate and cultivate. He had been so focused on alchemy retly that he had sacrificed much of his cultivation time.
Who knows how long had passed when Mo Yang suddenly felt the ear Sn Tin to tremble. He opened his eyes quickly, joy lighting up his face.
Finally, the stoower was showing signs of ge!
The seemingly stone-like walls of the tan to shimmer with brilliance. Golden patterns, like streams of golden dragons, appeared, flowing and twisting, slowly densing into a characters.
This se was ner to Mo Yang. The first-yer mental teiques of the Star Sn Sutra had appeared ily the same way.
Fog his mind, Mo Yang carefully observed as the a characters imprihemselves into his sciousness.
"This..."
Mo Yang was stunned.
This wasn’t the sed-yer mental teiques of the Star Sn Sutra he had been waiting for.
Closing his eyes and trating, Mo Yang began to prehend the information. After just a few breaths, his expression shifted slightly.
It was a body teique, he Scroll of 'A' (行字卷)!
This was a secret art of footwork, seemingly created specifically for practitioners of the Star Sn Sutra. Only those who had cultivated the Star Sn Sutra could practice the Scroll of A.
As he meditated on the scroll, Mo Yang was shocked by its profoundness. If the teique worked as described, fully mastering it would grant movement speed that defied the heavens.
For cultivators, the importance of body teiques was self-evident.
Not only could it grant an overwhelming advantage in bat, but it could also serve as a life-saving tool, allowing oo escape dire situations. In many cases, having a superior body teique was akin to having a sed life.
Yet on the Xuantian ti, body teique secret arts were incredibly rare, tightly guarded as core secrets of powerful fas and never dissemio outsiders.
"Tsk tsk, this Star Sn Tower is truly a treasure!" Mo Yang couldn’t help but sigh.
Whether it was the Star Sn Sutra, the Scroll of A, or the Creation Cauldron, none of them were ordinary items. At this point, Mo Yang wondered if the "Star Sn" was a long-dead A Emperor from a fotten era.
However, the notion of an A Emperor seemed impossibly distant. Such legendary figures, standing at the pinnacle of existence, were exceedingly rare throughout history. Only a handful had ever existed, and most were known only through myths and rumors.
Mo Yang recalled the Fourth Elder oelling him tales of these legendary emperors. The reverend awe shining in the elder’s eyes were akin to worshiping a god.
Steeling his mind, Mo Yang began to delve into the Scroll of A. If he could prehend this teique, it would undoubtedly bee a powerful tool for survival.
Over the few days, Mo Yang remained seated iar Sn Tower, fully immersed in prehending the Scroll of A.
Meanwhile, ba Wood Peak, disciples of Lingxu Sect had gathered en masse. After finally colleg enough herbs, they were now frustrated that Mo Yang had seemingly disappeared. For days, no one had seen him.
Even the Sed Elder and First Elder couldn’t hold back their curiosity. They secretly visited Wood Peak several times, though they felt somewhat guilty about doing so. Yet for the sake of advang their cultivation, they were willing to swallow their pride.
"This brat holds grudges. Now that we need something from him, will he seize the ake things difficult for us?" The Sed Elder muttered as he watched Mo Yang’s courtyard from the shadows.
The First Elder’s expression was equally sour. He felt a pang ret—had he known Mo Yang was capable of refining pills, he never would have made things difficult for him.
"Feier and Mo Yao be on good terms retly," the First Elder said thoughtfully. "Perhaps we have her mediate..."
Unaware of the otion outside, Mo Yang tinued his meditation on the Scroll of A ihe Star Sn Tower.
However, after several days, he still felt as though he couldn’t grasp the essence of the teique.
The a characters in his mind flickered like elusive shadows, just out of reach. The profoundness of the teique was overwhelming, and with his current cultivation level still retively shallow, it was difficult to fully prehend in a short time.
Mo Yang sighed softly. "I’ve been too impatient."
Standing up, he left the stoower and opehe door to his residenly to be pletely stunned.
The small courtyard outside acked with Lingxu Sect disciples. It was so crowded that there was barely room to move.
"Junior Brother Mo, you’re finally back! Wait, where did you e from?" One disciple looked at him, puzzled. They had been waiting in the courtyard the eime—how did Mo Yaurn to the house without them notig?
"Junior Brother Mo, I want to exge for two Youth Preservation Pills!"
A female disciple immediately pushed forward, holding a bag of herbs in her hand. She waved it desperately, as if trying to shove it directly into Mo Yang’s arms.
"I want an Essehering Pill!"
"I want two Marrow sing Pills!"
The noisy cacopho Mo Yang momentarily speechless and with a headache.
"e back at noon," he said, raising his voice. "I’m not exging pills right now!"
With that, he quickly retreated into his room and shut the door.
The crowd was left dumbfounded.
They gnced up at the setting sun, w: "Noon? It’s almost dark! What kind of ‘noon’ is he talking about?"
Still, there was nothing they could do. The pills were in Mo Yang’s hands, and whether he chose to exge them depended entirely on his mood. Forcibly taking them wasn’t an optioher—Mo Yang’s strength was widely known, and even Qi Heng had been no match for him. Anyone who tried to rob Mo Yang would end up worse off than Qi Heng.
That evening, even the Sed and First Elders couldn’t hold baymore. They went so far as t Su Feier with them.
Inside Mo Yang’s room, the atmosphere greard.
Mo Yang, ag as though he hadn’t noticed them, focused ily on practig calligraphy with a wolf-hair brush, his expression one of absolute tration.
When Mo Yang noticed Su Feier arriving with the two elders, he instantly guessed their iions.
It was obvious—his alchemy skills had already been exposed, and the elders had likely e to request his help in refining pills.
The Sed Elder kept signaling to Su Feier, urgio speak. However, still embarrassed from her previous mishap with Mo Yang, Su Feier felt unfortable aated to speak.
After a long while, Mo Yang finally set down his brush. Taking a sip of tea, he turo the two elders and asked, "What brings the two of you here? Surely you didn’t e just to watch me practice calligraphy?"
The two elders exged an awkward ghen quickly looked at Su Feier, silently urgio speak on their behalf.
"Brother Mo Yang," Su Feier said softly, her cheeks tinged red. "The First Elder and Sed Elder would like your help refining two types of pills."
Mo Yang nodded slightly and took another sip of tea before asking slowly, "What kinds of pills do the two elders wish to refine?"
The elders, visibly tense, quickly retrieved two pill recipes from their robes and hahem to Mo Yang.
"This is a recipe I stumbled upon more than a decade ago," the Sed Elder expined. "It’s said to help Tianxuan Realm cultivators unlock their mystical veins..."
The Sed Elder’s eyes were filled with anticipation as he spoke.
Mo Yang g the recipe, and his expression instantly turrange. Looking up at the Sed Elder, he remarked inwardly:
"This recipe is recorded in the a scrolls of Divine Alchemy—it’s called 'Spring Reneill'!"
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