Battle Through the Heavens: Marry Cao Ying, Reward is Devouring Ancestral Symbol

Chapter 330 Attempting a Breakthrough, Cao Ying Gets PregnantOld Man Shennong placed the last black stone and looked up at Shen Wen.

”Do you know what a Ninth Grade Pill signifies?”

Shen Wen sat down opposite him, his expression calm. ”I do.”

”Tell me.”

”Eighth-grade Alchemy refines the Fusion of medicinal power. Ninth-grade Alchemy refines the laws of heaven and earth.”

Shen Wen’s tone was steady. ”An Eighth Grade Pill triggers Pill Lightning upon completion. A Ninth Grade Pill moves heaven and earth.”

Old Man Shennong nodded and asked again, ”Then what do you think you’re lacking right now?”

Shen Wen was silent for a moment.

What was he lacking?

Dou Qi? He had just broken through to Three-Star Dou Zun, and the Dou Qi provided by the four great Origins surged like a tide; even an ordinary Dou Saint couldn’t match his vast reserves.

Soul? Heavenly Realm Great Perfection, only one step away from the legendary Emperor Realm Soul.

Understanding of medicinal power? He had the Supreme Alchemy Art, the bodhi heart, and the Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart. Any Pill Formula in his hands could be fully understood in the shortest time.

But he indeed lacked one thing.

”Experience,” Shen Wen said. ”I have refined Eighth Grade Pills, but never a Ninth Grade one. That missing step is heat control, the sense of proportion, and things that can only be known by actually refining them.”

A hint of appreciation flashed in Old Man Shennong’s eyes.

This kid had a stable Heart-Nature.

How many Alchemists, upon reaching this stage, would think they were invincible and couldn’t wait to charge toward the ninth grade?

Yet Shen Wen could clearly identify his own deficiencies. This self-awareness was even rarer than talent.

”Then what do you plan to do?”

Shen Wen said, ”I ask Revered Master to test me.”

Old Man Shennong smiled.

There was a hint of relief and satisfaction in that smile.

”Good, then I shall test you.”

He stood up, leaning on his cane as he walked toward the house. After two steps, he looked back at Shen Wen: ”Starting today, refine one batch of Eighth Grade Pills every day. No limit on type or quality.

I will only watch, not speak.”

”Until when?”

”Until you feel you are ready. Then come find me.”

As his voice fell, the thin figure had already disappeared inside the door.

Shen Wen sat in the courtyard, looking at the closed wooden door, and suddenly smiled.

One batch of Eighth Grade Pills every day.

This wasn’t a test; it was clearly letting him build experience through a mountain of Medicinal Pills.

He stood up and returned to the Shen Residence, heading straight for the Pill Refining Room.

The supreme cauldron was already waiting in the corner.

In the days that followed, the sky above the Shen Residence never knew peace.

Day one, Seven-Colored Pill Thunder.

Day two, Seven-Colored Pill Thunder.

Day three, still Seven-Colored Pill Thunder.

Day four—

The rumbling of thunder echoed through the clouds, and seven-colored light surged within them, eventually turning into eight colors that struck fiercely toward the back courtyard of the Shen Residence.

The people of Pill City had already become numb to it.

At first, some people would look up, pointing and discussing.

”Pill Lightning again?”

”Is Grandmaster Shen eating Medicinal Pills like meals?”

”Refining Eighth Grade Pills one batch after another—how much money must that cost?”

Later on, no one looked anymore.

Let it strike; it wasn’t hitting their heads anyway.

However, over at the Pill Tower, several Elders couldn’t sit still.

”Is this kid crazy?” Tian Leizi stood by the window on the top floor of the Pill Tower, looking at the distant Eight-Colored Pill Thunder with a deep frown. ”One batch of Eighth Grade Pills a day—isn’t he afraid of refining himself to exhaustion?”

Xuan Kongzi held his teacup and said in a faint tone, ”What’s there to fear? The boy is young.”

Tian Leizi turned to glare at him.

Xuan Kongzi acted as if he didn’t see it.

Xuan Yi sat to the side, also holding a scroll of a Pill Formula, but she hadn’t turned a page in a long while.

Her gaze fell on the Eight-Colored Pill Thunder, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

The boy who used to cling to her leg and call her Aunt Xuan was now actually trying to Breakthrough to become a Ninth-Grade Alchemist?

Just how old was he!

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The ninth day.

When Shen Wen emerged from the Pill Refining Room, the sky was already dark.

He stood in the courtyard, looking up at the dissipating Eight-Colored Pill Thunder, and let out a long breath of turbid air.