The Invincible Supreme Medical God-Chapter 890 - 492: Outstanding Genius (Part 2)

"It’s almost impossible to buy a Flying Sword at the Black Market Auction House! How could you acquire so many swords and even give them to us as if they’re nothing?" Luo Qiang asked in shock. Beside him, Xiao Ning, Zhu Jun, and Ye Ling looked equally stunned.

"Since I gave you these swords, it’s clear I want you to have them," Yan Xiaobao said seriously. "I’m the one who made them, and their quality is far superior to the swords you could buy at the Black Market Auction House. They are forged by me using several high-grade materials," he explained. Although they were made from precious materials, they weren’t the highest tier he owned; it was simply some high-end, not top-tier metals. These swords were quite good, but not as good as Yan Xiaobao’s own sword.

"You created them?!" Xiao Ning said, shocked. He finally thought he understood Yan Xiaobao, but now he knew that was completely wrong; he really couldn’t see Yan Xiaobao’s strength.

"I did create them." Yan Xiaobao nodded. "They’re made of special materials, so their strength is excellent. You can use them for combat and flight."

"How could we accept something so valuable? You’ve already given us so much in the unknown tomb, and now you want to give us something so valuable once again. How can we accept it?" Ye Ling was at a loss. He understood that they should accept the gifts given by Yan Xiaobao; however, even though they should accept it, it was indeed a very precious thing.

"If you don’t want them, what should I do with these treasures I made especially for you? If you don’t accept them, then forget about our friendship. If you feel you can’t accept them without paying, just think of it as helping me. If you don’t accept these swords, I won’t rest easy!" Yan Xiaobao said seriously, and all four Saints felt it. So, they all shook their heads but still accepted the swords.

"Good." Yan Xiaobao smiled and nodded. It took a few more hours of chatting before the Saints Team finally began to show signs of leaving. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

When the last guest left, Yan Xiaobao closed his eyes for a moment; after catching up with his friends, he felt happy. They had walked a path of blood, death, and wealth together. At that time, they were all close to dying, but they had become stronger. Thinking of these memories, Yan Xiaobao felt excited. Now, he focused once again on one thing: improving his skills in alchemy. He must defeat all other alchemists in the annual alchemist competition and win first place. He would reward Zhong Hui and then bring Sha Yun back.

Yan Xiaobao had previously noticed that General Frozen was interested in him. If he had a choice, he would rather the expert forget everything about him. Unfortunately, he knew that wouldn’t happen.

The guilt of not being able to help Sha Yun and letting her endure pain once more filled him. As he rushed to his room and summoned his cauldron and a handful of various herbs, his eyes filled with determination.

"Time to test these formulas." Hui Yue closed his eyes and began mumbling to himself through the many formulas in his mind. Some were from the Cosmic Box, while others were from the Ma Family.

"Let’s start with the simplest pill," he pondered to himself, finding a simple pill recipe that any second-rank alchemist could easily complete.

Sitting down, he found the suitable medicinal herb and effortlessly refined it. As he added a pearl to the cauldron, a perfect green pill appeared before him. After careful inspection, he found that even the slightest medicinal aura was left on the pill without wasting any energy; it was perfectly concocted.

"This seems too easy..." He sighed. Closing his eyes again, he found the recipe for a third-rank alchemy pill and once more delved into perfecting the pill. However, it was almost as simple as the first one. Although under Yan Xiaobao’s control, the cauldron seemed to fluctuate internally to adapt to the right temperature timely. This seemed to be why refining was so easy for him.

"Third-rank pills don’t require more than average attention," Yan Xiaobao concluded after completing the third-rank alchemy pill. He thought of the same thing over and over again. He raised the pill to the seventh level, and only after one failed attempt did he manage to perfect it. However, the eighth-rank alchemy pill was quite challenging. It was as if he had entered a whole new realm, and at the beginning, he could tell that the difficulty of refining pills had increased many times over. The Silvermoon’s Pill he created before was undoubtedly an eighth-rank pill.

In general, there are ten levels for alchemists. The highest corresponds to the tenth level for alchemists. Anyone above the tenth level is a Grandmaster Alchemist. The number of master alchemists in the entire Sun Kingdom can be counted on two hands, and inviting them to make pills for someone is very difficult.

These masters are all emperors or saints, because the concoction of medicinal pills and such high-level pastes requires massive internal energy to refine; these alchemists are constantly training their energy. Yan Xiaobao found that making pills and pastes was equal to a good fight. His body craved energy to make pills, thus absorbing as much energy as it could from the surrounding world.