The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 624: Not Mines, But My Family Owns a Few Herb Mountains

Chapter 624: Not Mines, But My Family Owns a Few Herb Mountains

Nanli pointed at Ye Siheng. "It’s not me, it’s him."

The elder glanced at Ye Siheng, who was diligently refining pills, and felt even more defeated.

Ye Siheng, merely at the Golden Core stage, already possessed such remarkably pure and rich spiritual energy!

To exaggerate, even if the elder were alive, he doubted he could compare.

With a long sigh, he muttered, "It’s fine. Even if his spiritual energy is strong, he probably has no talent for alchemy."

When the elder first refined the Vein-Ease Pill, it took him ten attempts to succeed.

However—

Ye Siheng calmly announced, "Is this considered successful? A’Li, come over and take a look."

"Hahaha, no way! Isn’t this your first time refining pills?" The elder floated over skeptically, his face full of disbelief.

His expression froze.

Inside the cauldron, several perfectly round Vein-Ease Pills were already formed.

They were smooth and full, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance, and even glowed with a greenish light.

They were mid-grade pills.

"Mid-grade?!" The elder stammered. "How... how did you refine mid-grade pills?!"

Succeeding on the first try was astonishing enough.

Producing five pills in one batch was even more impressive.

But creating mid-grade pills on the first attempt? What kind of sorcery was this?!

The elder, who had spent centuries mastering alchemy, was utterly humbled.

Ye Siheng added nonchalantly, "Mid-grade is passable, but the quantity is a bit low."

Nanli, unfazed by the extraordinary sight, rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "True, only five pills in one batch. To refine the two hundred or so pills we need at this pace would take forever, and it uses up a lot of spiritual energy."

"It’s fine," Ye Siheng replied. "I’ll add more herbs next time. I should be able to refine twenty pills in one batch."

Nanli’s eyes gleamed, and he pulled out a talisman. "I’ll purify the ingredients for you. That should help you refine even more."

The couple got busy again.

This time, the elder watched closely, his eyes glued to the process.

Ye Siheng carefully added each ingredient, then used his spiritual energy to form the pills at the precise moment.

With the talisman’s assistance, the quality of the pills improved further. This batch produced twenty-five pills!

The elder was beyond amazed. "Your control over the pill-forming process is superb! How do you manage it?"

Ye Siheng replied casually, "I just watch for the right moment and then form the pills. What’s so hard about it?"

"You... you truly are an alchemy prodigy!" the elder exclaimed. "Do you need a master? No, better yet, do you need a disciple?!"

He was desperate to learn, convinced that mastering this would bring him fame in the Immortal World in his next life.

Nanli rolled her eyes and reminded him with a smirk, "Even if you reincarnate, you’ll have to drink the Soup of Oblivion. You won’t remember anything."

The elder deflated at this reminder but quickly perked up again. "Then mark me before I reincarnate! Once I’m reborn, you can find me and teach me this unparalleled alchemy. Imagine having such a powerful pill cultivator as your disciple!"

Nanli sneered, "We’re not even close."

The elder paused but quickly adapted. "Perhaps we were family in a past life! Otherwise, how would we have the fate to meet and reunite today? Please consider it!"

Ye Siheng, growing impatient, said coldly, "Shall we kick him back to where he came from?"

The elder panicked. "Wait, wait! Don’t you think I have potential? I’m a moldable talent! Training me will definitely pay off..."

Nanli opened the Nether Sect with a shake of her head.

"Why not? Just because I was wicked in life? I can change!" the elder pleaded.

"No," Nanli said with a smile, "because you’re ugly."

"...!" The elder hadn’t even formed a retort before Nanli kicked him back through the sect’s gates.

The Nether Sect closed.

Behind it, the elder cried and wailed, clutching his chest. "No one’s ever called me ugly before! Never!"

He kept mumbling, "The women who wanted to marry me, the female cultivators who admired me—they were all enchanted by my looks and talent. How could the ancestor call me ugly? Wait... I get it! Her husband must be jealous, so she couldn’t admit the truth."

A ghost envoy nearby asked, "Did your family have mines?"

"No mines, but we did own a few herb mountains," the elder replied.

The ghost envoy rolled his eyes. "Then go ask some other female ghosts if they think you’re ugly."

The elder shrank back. "I can’t! What if they all go crazy and want to marry me? I caused no romantic trouble in life, and I won’t start now."

The ghost envoy sighed, resisting the urge to toss him into the Abyss of Ten Thousand Ghosts for eternity.

Outside the Nether Sect, Ye Siheng and Nanli were oblivious to the commotion.

Ye Siheng refined a few more batches, and Nanli watched the herbs melt and blend into a perfect state for pill formation.

It all came down to a single moment.

At that moment, spiritual energy had to be used—just the right amount.

Too much would burn the pills.

Too little, and they wouldn’t form.

Nanli rested her chin on her hands. "Your technique doesn’t seem like that of a first-timer."

Praise from his wife made Ye Siheng beam with pride. If he had a tail, it would be wagging by now.

With a smile, he said, "Why else would Immortal World cultivators say I’m talented and destined for greatness?"

It felt as though he already knew how to refine pills—this was merely a refresher.

Nanli gazed at him enviously. "Having an inner core and spiritual energy must be nice. The medicines you refine are just on another level."

Ye Siheng assured her, "Whatever pills you want, I’ll refine them for you."

Besides, the cauldron and flame were hers. Without such excellent tools, his success wouldn’t have been guaranteed.

Nanli sighed. "It’s only these basic pills like the Vein-Ease Pill that we can manage. For higher-grade pills, we lack the materials. Those herbs probably require spiritual energy to grow, and without it in the Human World, they’ve all withered."

Ye Siheng nodded, his gaze firm. "A’Li, one day we’ll go to the Immortal World, investigate your Spirit Pearl and Penglai Island, and settle old scores."

Nanli toyed with her hair. "Easier said than done. The Immortal Sect gates are shut tight. How do we get in?"

"If the heavens have a way, they’ll provide the opportunity," Ye Siheng replied enigmatically.

Nanli chuckled. "You’re starting to sound mystical. Even if the Immortal Sect opens, we can’t just rush to Penglai Island for revenge. I’m still too weak."

She stared at him seriously. "And you too. If that day comes, you mustn’t act rashly. Endure until we’re strong enough to face those scoundrels."

She could endure, but she worried Ye Siheng’s noble background might make patience difficult for him.

After all, in the eyes of cultivators, a royal lineage meant little—it was still just mortal flesh.