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

Three deathsNear the Inner Academy’s Cultivation Tower, Lin Xiuya, Liu Qing, and Lin Yan had not yet dispersed, still discussing the newly arrived Elders.

“They were directly sent to the Inner Academy Elder area. It seems Grand Elder Su Qian truly values them,” Lin Xiuya said, stroking his chin.

“Importance is inevitable, but who knows what changes this ‘importance’ will bring.”

Liu Qing’s tone remained firm, with his usual scrutinizing attitude. “Especially the one from the Alchemy Department. With Fire Elder stepping aside, the entire Alchemy Department’s resource allocation and Medicinal Pill supply will likely undergo a drastic change.”

Lin Yan was more concerned about practical benefits: “If that new Elder’s alchemy skills are truly exceptional, perhaps it’ll be easier for us to exchange for high-grade Medicinal Pills in the future? Or… can we ask him to customize them?”

“Dream on,” Liu Qing glanced at him. “A person of that caliber would surely demand a high price for a single Take action. How could students like us easily invite them?”

As the three were chatting, a purple shadow “swooshed” onto a nearby stone table. It was Zi Yan, who had returned.

Her small face was flushed with excitement, and she seemed to be tightly clutching something in her hand.

“Zi Yan? You’re back from the Alchemy Department? Did you see the new Elder?” Lin Xiuya asked curiously.

“I did!” Zi Yan nodded vigorously, then wrinkled her little nose, as if trying to find the right words to describe him. “His name is Shen Wen! He’s a weirdo!”

“How is he weird?” Lin Yan pressed.

“He said he was a Sixth-Rank at sixteen! Now he’s nineteen and a Seventh-Rank Alchemist, and he also said he could refine Eighth Grade Pills in two months!”

Zi Yan quickly repeated Shen Wen’s words.

Lin Xiuya and the other two exchanged glances, seeing disbelief in each other’s eyes.

A nineteen-year-old Seventh-Rank Alchemist?

Looking across the entire Black-Corner Region, no, perhaps even the entire Northwest Continent, such a thing was unheard of!

As for Eighth Grade Pills in two months... that sounded even more like a fantasy.

“You… believed him?” Liu Qing’s tone was strange.

“I didn’t at first!” Zi Yan said righteously, then raised the jade bottle in her hand like a treasure. “But he gave me this!”

“What is this?”

“A Fifth-Grade Medicinal Pill, Dragon Power Pill! Three of them! He just gave them to me!”

Zi Yan opened the cap, letting them quickly sniff the pure medicinal fragrance that wafted out, then quickly closed it and hugged it to her chest like a treasure.

“Old Man Huo definitely couldn’t refine something this good! So… maybe what he said is true?”

The three stood in the shadow cast by the Cultivation Tower, their expressions varied.

Lin Xiuya leaned against the cold stone wall, his fingers unconsciously tracing the rough surface, clearly still processing the information Zi Yan brought back. Liu Qing stood with his arms crossed, his brows furrowed, an expression of “this is too outrageous, I need to think this through carefully.” And Lin Yan stared at his palm, which occasionally showed an abnormal dark red, his eyes gloomy.

Zi Yan sat cross-legged on the edge of the stone table, swinging her little legs, clutching the jade bottle containing the Dragon Power Pill like a precious treasure to her chest.

“A nineteen-year-old Seventh-Rank Alchemist…” Lin Xiuya finally murmured, shaking his head. “If the Medicinal Pill in your hand weren’t genuine, I would only take it as a joke.”

Liu Qing snorted, “Even if the Medicinal Pill is real, his words might not be entirely true. Boasting and exaggeration are not uncommon for those important figures.”

Lin Yan, however, did not join their conversation.

He looked up at Zi Yan, his voice carrying a hint of imperceptible urgency: “Zi Yan, you said… can I meet this Elder Shen?”

Zi Yan tilted her head, her amethyst-like eyes blinking. “Meet him? What do you want to do? Ask for Medicinal Pills too?”

She pouted, “He’s not that easy to talk to. Although he gave me Medicinal Pills, he’s a weirdo.”

“It’s not for Medicinal Pills.”

Lin Yan spread his palm, revealing the dark red Fire Poison marks accumulated from long-term stay deep within the Sky Burning Qi Refining Tower. “The Fire Poison in my body is becoming harder and harder to suppress.”

“The Clear Heart Pill that Fire Elder previously prescribed is becoming less effective. If… if this new Elder truly has such formidable alchemy skills, perhaps…”

He didn’t finish, but his meaning was clear.

Liu Qing immediately interrupted him, his tone reproachful: “I told you long ago not to push yourself so hard going deep into the tower!”

“The heart flame down there does temper Dou Qi, but if Impurities and Fire Poison accumulate too much, it becomes like maggots clinging to bones! Now you know it’s uncomfortable, don’t you?”

Lin Yan gave a bitter smile, not refuting.

Compared to Lin Xiuya and Liu Qing, the Dou Qi he Cultivated was fire-attributed, and the Sky Burning Qi Refining Tower was more beneficial to him than to people with other attributes.

However, the corresponding Fire Poison would also be more severe.

Zi Yan looked at Lin Yan’s palm, then remembered Shen Wen’s effortless manner when refining Medicinal Pills, with flames as if at his command. Her small head nodded.

“Going directly to him probably won’t work, he doesn’t know you. But…”

Her eyes lit up. “I heard Old Man Huo say that in seven days, Elder Shen will give a public lecture in the Alchemy Department’s main hall.”

Lin Yan’s eyes dimmed when he heard the first part of Zi Yan’s statement.

After all, this was the head of the Alchemy Department. Even the original Fire Elder, despite them calling him Old Man Huo, was still a big shot to them. But upon hearing Zi Yan’s latter half, his eyes instantly lit up.

“Seven days… good, I’ll go seek his guidance.”

He said no more, nodded to the three, then turned and strode away, his figure appearing somewhat hurried.

Liu Qing watched him leave and sighed helplessly: “That guy is probably really planning on asking the new Elder to help him dispel the poison. The Fire Poison has entered deep into his body; it won’t be that easy.”

Lin Xiuya, who hadn’t said much, now stroked his chin, a smile of interest playing on his lips: “Speaking of which, Lin Yan isn’t the only one troubled by Fire Poison.”

“The Sky Burning Qi Refining Tower allows for fast Cultivation, but Fire Poison accumulation is a common ailment among Inner Academy Disciples, just varying in severity. If this new Elder Shen… truly has the rumored abilities, perhaps there really is a way?”

He looked at Liu Qing and suggested, “In seven days, why don’t we also go watch that public lecture?”

“Firstly, to see who this mysterious Elder truly is, and secondly… if he really has a way to resolve Fire Poison, it would be a big deal for all of us.”

Liu Qing pondered for a moment, and a hint of eagerness appeared on his firm face. He looked in the direction of the Alchemy Department and finally nodded.

“It wouldn’t hurt to go see.”

By the stone table, Zi Yan had already vanished, having burrowed off to who knows where.

Only Lin Xiuya and Liu Qing remained, lost in their thoughts. The wind of the Inner Academy blew, bringing with it the faint heat and clamor from the distant Cultivation Tower… Shen Wen returned to their residence in the Jia Nan Academy Inner Academy.

For convenience, the Academy had specially arranged an independent and spacious courtyard. Besides Xiong Tao, who had separate accommodations, Cao Ying, Cai Lin, Xiao Yi Xian, Dan Chen, and Qing Lin all lived together.

As soon as he entered the living room, Cao Ying and the others gathered around him.

Cai Lin briefly described her encounter with Zi Yan in the Alchemy Department’s main hall today. When she mentioned that Shen Wen seemed particularly attentive to the little girl, several gazes fell simultaneously on Shen Wen’s face.

“Husband,” Cao Ying blinked her naturally charming eyes, her tone filled with undisguised scrutiny, “you wouldn’t… actually have any designs on that little girl, would you?”

Although Xiao Yi Xian and Dan Chen didn’t speak, their eyes also conveyed the same question. Qing Lin stood beside Xiao Yi Xian, pursing her lips and muttering softly: “That Zi Yan… looks even younger than me.”

Shen Wen looked at the faces before him, each with a different expression but all filled with the same suspicion, and was momentarily speechless.

They want him to start with three years, with the highest being the death penalty, right!