"Back then, to successfully secure this 'Bone Spirit Cold Flame,' I spent eight years in that dim, ghostly realm—so dark and desolate it was almost devoid of light. Even at the very moment of absorption, with all my preparations in place, I nearly turned to ash from the sheer intensity of this spectral flame..." The elderly pharmacist sighed, shaking his head. On his usually calm, composed face, a rare trace of apprehension appeared—clearly, that experience still lingered vividly in his memory. "Heh, though the journey was extremely perilous, as long as I obtained this 'Bone Spirit Cold Flame,' every risk was well worth it." With a proud lift of the white flame in his palm, he smiled. "Once you possess such a unique flame, not only do your elixirs develop a richer potency, but when facing opponents of equal strength, they'll simply hesitate to engage you directly." Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan gazed at the ever-turbulent, crisp white flame, his face filled with admiration. Seeing Xiao Yan's admiring expression, the medicine elder chuckled, a sly smile playing on his face, then suddenly changed his tone: "To you, the unique flames still seem far off. Right now, your greatest hope is simply to pray that you become a Battle User as soon as possible." Nodding with a touch of regret, Xiao Yan had to temporarily set aside his longing for the unique flames and refocus his mind on reality. Upon seeing Xiao Yan regain his composure, the medicine elder smiled gently, and the dense, pale flames in his palm surged continuously, forming clusters of flame that rose into the air before gradually dissipating. With his dry hands, he picked up a stalk of black-leaved lotus and gently dropped it into the flames. As soon as the black-leaved lotus touched the "bone-spirit cold flame," it was instantly scorched into a dark liquid, which then rolled slowly within the flame, reflecting a deep, gentle glow. The pale flames grew increasingly vigorous, yet strangely, Xiao Yan noticed that the air outside the flames was growing progressively colder. The old pharmacist carefully controlled the temperature of the flame in his palm. At such moments, even a slight increase in temperature would cause this dark liquid to be scorched into mere vapor. Once the flame reached a certain threshold, a few specks of yellow impurities suddenly appeared within the dark liquid. Observing these yellow specks, the old pharmacist nodded slightly and lightly tapped his fingertip, expelling a small clump of dark liquid containing the specks from the main body. After removing this first cluster of yellow impurities, more tiny specks of pale yellow gradually emerged, and each one was systematically eliminated by the old pharmacist. Under the continuous scorching of the clear white flame, the dark liquid—originally the size of nearly half a fist—had shrunk down to the size of a thumb. The deep black liquid swirled gently within the white flame, like a black pearl, profound and enigmatic. After reducing the first lotus leaf to the size of a thumb, the herbal master ceased further roasting and then added the remaining four stems, transforming them all into four pure, lustrous liquid orbs resembling black pearls. Under the prolonged roasting of the "Bone-Spirit Cold Flame," the five small liquids gradually fused, expanding in volume—yet this expansion lasted only briefly before shrinking back to their original size. For a long time, the liquids rolled and swayed within the flame, and even within their deep black hue, faint white flames seemed to dance and flicker. Observing this, the herbal master swiftly grasped a snake's saliva fruit from the table and hurled it into the flame. As soon as the fruit entered the fire, it transformed into a shimmering, cool, emerald liquid, which he then swiftly filtered to remove impurities, gently overlaying it onto the dark liquid that was now blazing all over. "Sssss..." As the two liquids of different properties came into contact, a series of unusual sounds echoed. A faint white vapor rose and swirled from the flame. Gradually, the vapor subsided, and a rough, nascent pill slowly emerged within the flame. Calmly observing the forming pill, the elder pharmacist nodded slightly and then carefully added the spirit grass and the water-type secondary magical core into the flame. The core was melted into liquid form, impurities were removed, and the substances were smoothly blended—several intricate and meticulous steps executed seamlessly without any pause. Even Xiao Yan, who still had only a basic understanding of alchemy, couldn't help but silently praise the pharmacist's efficient movements in his heart. After neutralizing the turbulent energy within the magical core with the spirit grass, a gentle, pure blue energy slowly flowed into the nascent form of the pill. When the final drop of blue energy entered the interior of the pill, the initially uneven, rough prototype instantly smoothed out, taking on a polished, rounded form. A subtle blue luminescence shimmered across its surface, enhancing its beauty and grace. After completing these steps, the elderly pharmacist did not immediately withdraw his hands. Instead, he gently warmed and nurtured the pill in the flame for nearly ten minutes before slowly extinguishing the white flame in his palms. As the flame faded, the pharmacist swiftly reached out with his left hand, seizing a jade bottle on the table, and then carefully transferred the pill—slightly green with a delicate hint of blue—into it. "Ah," he exhaled deeply, setting the bottle casually into Xiao Yan's hands, and said softly, "Take a look." Receiving the bottle with care, Xiao Yan was visibly excited and gently inhaled its fragrance. A familiar, distinct aroma rose from it, instantly invigorating his spirit. Gazing at the pill in the bottle, with its alternating blue and green hues, Xiao Yan, relying on his exceptional spiritual perception, could vaguely sense that this Qi-accumulating Pill was indeed superior—both in rank and potency—to the one Lan Yanran had presented earlier. Remembering the woman's condescending demeanor and tone as she held the pill, Xiao Yan offered a gentle smile, in which a subtle undercurrent of disdain lingered.