Supreme Hidden Dragon in the City
Chapter 280: Refining the Foundation Establishment Pill

Chapter 280: Chapter 280: Refining the Foundation Establishment Pill

Qi Heng’s eyes sparkled as he puffed out his chest, his face brimming with confidence as he proclaimed, "Fan, rest assured, my will is steadfast, my heart is strong, I fear no storm, no matter how difficult or terrifying the trials you set before me are, I will not have the slightest fear!"

Chen Fan said with a smile, "With those words, I can rest easy. Follow me."

The two of them walked toward the medicinal fields together.

Qi Heng felt an immense excitement and anticipation, with a trace of nervousness, "I wonder what sort of trial Fan has arranged for me. But given Fan’s exceptional abilities, I can imagine it won’t be ordinary—and this is my first trial, so I might have to endure pains and tortures beyond what most people can imagine. But I’m prepared; for the sake of apprenticing, I can withstand any hardship."

Soon, they arrived at the medicinal fields.

Chen Fan pointed at a large patch of Ziyou Grass in front of them and said, "This is your trial."

Qi Heng, looking at the vast expanse of unfamiliar plants before him, nodded slightly and said, "These plants must contain terrifying toxins, or maybe they are dreadful man-eating flowers. Fan, tell me, do you want me to test the poison myself, or to fight with man-eating flowers for three hundred rounds?"

Chen Fan gave Qi Heng a queer look and said, "This is just a type of medicinal herb. I need you to help me cut them down; they’re for my Pill Refinement."

Qi Heng was stunned, "That’s it?"

"Well... what else were you expecting?"

A bit embarrassed, Qi Heng cleared his throat and said, "I’ll get to cutting then."

Afterward, he found a sickle not far away and began to silently cut the Ziyou Grass.

"This trial may seem simple, but it’s profoundly meaningful. Fan is certainly observing my character through this task. Such a test is the hardest of all. Fan is indeed a peerless expert, inspiring admiration. I must cut these herbs with style; only then will I earn Fan’s approval."

Qi Heng cut with practiced precision, striking poses now and then, even sporting a professional smile.

Watching Qi Heng cut the Ziyou Grass, Chen Fan thought to himself that the young man was certainly hardworking, yet his penchant for striking poses while working was somewhat odd. Could it be that he’s also a narcissist?

Without giving it much thought, he sat cross-legged not far from the medicinal fields, extracting a brocade box containing Thousand-Year Elixir and some auxiliary medicinal herbs from the Heavenly Creation Pearl, planning to refine them first.

Using his Spiritual Power, Chen Fan levitated the Thousand-Year Elixir in the air, then released the Nine Yang Divine Fire to start the refinement.

Qi Heng, who was still cutting the Ziyou Grass, witnessed this spectacle and gaped in awe, "This, this is Immortal-level skills, Immortal-level skills! I knew Fan was no ordinary person; even his request for me to cut herbs is not as simple as it seems. I must cut them well; perhaps this is part of cultivation."

With that thought, he quickened the pace of his cutting.

After Chen Fan had refined the Thousand-Year Elixir and the auxiliary herbs, he beckoned over a hundred cut Ziyou Grass plants and began to refine them.

About two hours later, Qi Heng had cut about one-third of the Ziyou Grass in the medicinal field, panting from exhaustion.

Being a wealthy family’s young master, he had never done such labor, and blisters had formed on his hands.

But he didn’t feel wronged; instead, he experienced an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

He turned his head, wanting to see the fruits of his long toil.

To his surprise, the area behind him was empty—the Ziyou Grass he had painstakingly cut was all gone!

At that moment, in front of Chen Fan, a large clump of purple liquid was floating, with the refined liquid from the Thousand-Year Elixir and auxiliary herbs beginning to merge with this mass of purple liquid.

Watching Chen Fan’s Pill Refinement technique, Qi Heng felt his eyes opened wide.

"I’ve heard from my family that even the Medicine Sect, famous for its Pill Refinement, has to use Medicine Cauldrons. Yet here is Fan, refining mid-air, something unheard of. This time, it seems I’ve really clung to a thick and strong thigh!"

He dared not hesitate and continued to cut the Ziyou Grass with the sickle.

Chen Fan’s refinement lasted a day and a night.

Qi Heng finished cutting all the Ziyou Grass in the field. Seeing Chen Fan’s refinement was not yet complete, he bundled up the cut Ziyou Grass and even managed to get some sleep.

The next afternoon.

All the liquid in front of Chen Fan had fully merged, and the water within it rapidly evaporated. Following that, a rich medicinal fragrance emerged, surrounding the field, as hundreds of elixirs took shape before Chen Fan.

Qi Heng, who was drowsily nodding off, instantly became alert upon smelling this fragrance.

He hadn’t eaten since yesterday and was already so hungry he lacked the strength, but just now, after taking a few whiffs of the medicinal scent, he actually felt some of his strength returning.

Chen Fan took out several jade bottles and filled them with the elixirs in front of him, a smile appearing on his face.

"Hundreds of Foundation Establishment Pills, this should thoroughly stabilize my realm," he mused.

Thinking so, he tipped out a dozen or so Foundation Establishment Pills and popped them all into his mouth.

Streams of purity flowed into his limbs and bones, and he felt the airy strength within his body gradually become grounded.

At this rate, it wouldn’t take long before he could attempt a breakthrough.

Qi Heng watched Chen Fan consuming the Foundation Establishment Pills, his own saliva swallowing incessantly.

Chen Fan turned and glanced at him, smiling as he asked, "Hungry?"

Qi Heng quickly nodded.

Chen Fan poured out a Foundation Establishment Pill and handed it over, saying, "Eat this."

Qi Heng took it, examining the small pill closely, thinking Fan was really joking with him. Even if it was a miraculous medicine, it wouldn’t fill his stomach. He’d rather have a roast chicken than this.

With that thought, he put the Foundation Establishment Pill into his mouth.

In an instant, Qi Heng’s eyes bulged outwide.

He only felt powerful forces flooding into his body, beginning to transform his meridians. The feelings of hunger and weakness vanished without a trace.

He felt full of strength, as if he could punch out and perhaps kill a cow!

"This... this feeling, it’s awesome!" Qi Heng exclaimed.

Chen Fan said, "This pill is called the Foundation Establishment Pill, and it has the effect of consolidating the foundation and cultivating the origin. Even an ordinary person who takes it will lay down a solid foundation for their body. Consider this your reward for harvesting the Ziyou Grass."

Qi Heng was immediately moved to tears, looking at Chen Fan and saying, "Fan, you’re too good to me."

"It’s getting late; we should head down the mountain," said Chen Fan as he turned and walked toward the bundled Ziyou Grass.

First, he took out a stalk of Ziyou Grass and placed it inside the Heavenly Creation Pearl. Once he confirmed the Heavenly Creation Pearl didn’t absorb its efficacy, he said to himself, "It seems a single Thousand-Year Elixir has already satiated the Heavenly Creation Pearl; it won’t absorb the medicinal essence of other herbs anymore."

Qi Heng came over and asked, "Fan, are we taking all these medicinal herbs down the mountain?"

Chen Fan replied, "Taking a dozen or so bundles should be enough. The rest can be destroyed."

To prevent others from using the Ziyou Grass to refine Mind-Bewitching Pills, the remaining Ziyou Grass obviously couldn’t be left behind.

Qi Heng nodded and immediately found some rope to tie a dozen bundles of Ziyou Grass together, planning to carry them down the mountain, "This must also be a test Fan has for me."

Seeing Qi Heng doing this, Chen Fan asked, "What are you doing?"

Qi Heng smiled and said, "Fan, don’t worry, I’ll carry these herbs down the mountain. I can do it!"

Chen Fan smiled helplessly, then with a wave of his hand, the dozen bundles of Ziyou Grass vanished from the ground.

Qi Heng was flabbergasted, "They... they’re gone!"

Chen Fan flicked his finger and a flame appeared, burning the remaining Ziyou Grass completely. He then turned with a smile, "Let’s go, time to head down the mountain!"

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