Chen Xia had gained some insights into the Dao of Alchemy.
Now he could use materials for low-grade spiritual herbs to refine low-grade spiritual herbs.
There was no surprise in this.
But it meant that Chen Xia could now precisely control the refinement of pills. He knew what kind of pill could be refined from what materials and how to make it.
If the former Chen Xia was an outsider in the Dao of Alchemy, now he had truly stepped through the threshold.
Most alchemists would then follow the routine, continue to hone their skills after getting started, and gradually reach a proficient level.
But Chen Xia was different. As soon as he got in, he started thinking about reaching the peak.
His reasoning was like this: Since he could refine low-grade spiritual herbs, then taking the next step and using materials for mid-grade spiritual herbs to refine mid-grade dao pills should be a logical progression, right?
It seemed quite reasonable, didn't it?
That's what he thought, but reality proved that he was being too optimistic.
He failed to refine mid-grade dao pills. What he got were still top-notch low-grade dao pills.
Zhang Daoming had observed the process several times. On the surface, he remained calm, but inside he was astonished. Seeing Chen Xia looking dissatisfied, he was a bit puzzled and asked,
"Yeah," Chen Xia nodded and explained, "I thought I could refine mid-grade dao pills, but I still got low-grade ones. It doesn't meet my expectations."
"Meet your what?!" Zhang Daoming couldn't help but start swearing. He pointed at the low-grade dao pills in the cauldron and said,
"You used materials for low-grade spiritual herbs to refine low-grade dao pills and you're not satisfied?!
"You still want mid-grade dao pills?!"
His brows furrowed deeply, and his tone became indignant. "This is just ridiculous. How could there be such a greedy cultivator like you in the world? If I were the Heavenly Dao, I'd give you two slaps."
Zhang Daoming finally cursed with a strong sense of resentment.
He had dedicated his entire life to studying alchemy, but in the end, he was just a top-grade spiritual alchemist. He couldn't even refine low-grade dao pills using materials for dao pills.
Yet here was Chen Xia, right in front of him, using materials for low-grade spiritual herbs to refine low-grade dao pills, and then saying, "It doesn't meet my expectations. I thought I could refine mid-grade dao pills."
Was that even humanly possible to say?!
Zhang Daoming's expression was still one of indignation, ready to continue scolding.
Suddenly, Chen Xia said, "All the low-grade dao pills I refined are for you. And if I ever refine mid-grade dao pills, they'll be yours too."
Zhang Daoming was probably stunned for a moment. Then his indignant expression quickly disappeared, replaced by a gratified smile. He nodded and said,
"There aren't many young people as strict with themselves as you are. Keep up the good work."
Chen Xia nodded. "I will definitely keep trying."
However, he still couldn't refine mid-grade dao pills. He always felt that something was missing.
Chen Xia thought it was still a matter of luck.
Even though he had added all the points he gained in these over a hundred years to his luck, it still wasn't enough. It wasn't sufficient to promote low-grade spiritual herbs to mid-grade dao pills.
This would require more time to accumulate. Chen Xia wasn't in a hurry. He would try to refine pills once every ten years. There were already over ten low-grade dao pills in his house.
Together, they were quite a valuable collection.
Now his house could be considered a treasure trove of pills. The previous two hundred spiritual pills hadn't been sold or used, and now he had added another ten low-grade dao pills. Altogether, they were worth several hundred thousand spirit stones.
Although there were a lot of pills, Chen Xia didn't pay much attention to them and didn't bother to manage them.
Zhang Daoming would occasionally take a low-grade dao pill to exchange for spirit stones and buy some cultivation books and wine.
However, Chen Xia really couldn't understand these cultivation books.
Books like The Process of Taming Sword Spirits, On How to Personify Flying Swords, Uncle Zhang at the Door...
They just didn't seem like good books.
Chen Xia flipped through them casually and found them uninteresting. He thought it was better to focus on alchemy.
For the pills that Zhang Daoming took to exchange for spirit stones, Chen Xia would refine and replenish them later. He would even specifically refine two pills, making it convenient for Zhang Daoming to sell them next time.
But Zhang Daoming was quite strange. He never sold the same pill twice. Instead, he would take another pill to sell.
In his words, "Anyway, you refine a lot. I'm being willful."
At his age, maybe he just wanted to show off a bit.
Chen Xia understood and didn't interfere much.
Gradually, Zhang Daoming's reputation spread in the surrounding area. Everyone knew that this short old man had all kinds of pills. He could even produce some extremely rare top-grade spiritual herbs.
But it was really hard to buy from him. The old man was very shrewd. The price he set was often ten percent higher than the market price.
But there was no choice. Since these pills were so hard to find on the market, people had to accept the higher price.
This was the advantage of a situation where there was a price but no supply.
Zhang Daoming didn't use these spirit stones. He stored them all in a storage pouch and hid it carefully on a daily basis.
Chen Xia didn't know where it was and didn't ask either. He was just responsible for refining pills. Whenever there was a shortage, he would make up for it. Sometimes, Zhang Daoming would even ask him to customize pills.
After Chen Xia refined them, Zhang Daoming wouldn't sell them. Instead, he would just leave them in the house and explain to Chen Xia,
"This is an extremely precious top-grade spiritual herb. I've only seen it twice in the Heaven's Edge Sword Sea, and I've never seen anyone else refine it. Putting it here as a showpiece is just wonderful."
There were another twenty pills like this, all extremely precious top-grade spiritual herbs.
The main reason was that the medicinal materials were hard to find, and the refining techniques were quite difficult with high requirements.
Although they were called top-grade spiritual herbs, their refining difficulty was almost on par with that of low-grade dao pills.
It was a situation where those who could refine them didn't want to, and those who wanted to refine them couldn't.
These kinds of pills were usually used by specific cultivators. For example, the scale-nourishing pill for the dragon race was a top-grade spiritual herb specifically for nourishing the reverse scales.
Normally, few alchemists would refine it. Only the alchemists hired by the dragon race would do so.
And some cultivators who were not of the dragon race but practiced dragon techniques were in great need of this kind of pill.
Now Chen Xia specialized in refining these pills. It was extremely easy for him. He didn't need to put in much effort to find the medicinal materials. Anyway, the pills would upgrade on their own, and the difficulty was almost non-existent for him.
In terms of his alchemy speed, few dao alchemists in the world could match him.
Perhaps even grand masters of the Dao of Alchemy were inferior to him.
On this wall, there were a total of two hundred and fifty pills.
One hundred and thirty low-grade spiritual herbs, sixty mid-grade spiritual herbs, thirty top-grade spiritual herbs, twenty extremely rare top-grade spiritual herbs, and finally, the ten low-grade dao pills that were the highlight.
The total value was close to one million spirit stones.
Rounding it up, it was equivalent to the lives of three Qiong Qis, or three candidates for the Sea Overturning Realm Great Emperor.
And all of this was refined by Chen Xia within one hundred and fifty years.
This wasn't just the terror of an alchemist.
The real terror was Chen Xia.
The most terrifying alchemist in all the worlds throughout history was about to show his prowess at this moment!