MTLNOVEL Ch. 7
Chapter 7: Frost-Purifying Pill
“As everyone knows, the cold poison left behind when a Water-Root cultivator fails to break through to Foundation Establishment is essentially incurable, and can only be temporarily suppressed using the Frost-Purifying Pill.”
“However, there is no hidden injury in this world that cannot be treated by pills. In the vast world of alchemy, there are two types of pills that can cure cold poison.”
“The first is the renowned Tier-Three High-Grade Treasure Pill in water-based alchemy—\[Cold-Breaking Frost]. This pill can eliminate cold poison, rejuvenate the user’s body, rebuild their vitality through destruction, and grant them another chance to attempt Foundation Establishment.”
Hearing this, Chen Beiwu’s expression shifted slightly.
Previously, in order to treat his mother’s cold poison, he had specifically consulted the school’s alchemy teachers.
Without exception, every teacher said the cold poison was difficult to cure, and only the Tier-Three Treasure Pill Cold-Breaking Frost could treat the root cause.
Noticing Chen Beiwu’s changed expression, Teacher Li didn’t keep up the suspense and continued, “The second is a lesser-known Tier-Two Mid-Grade Spirit Pill from fire-based alchemy—\[Frost-Purifying Pill].
This pill, once consumed, can also eliminate cold poison. The drawback is that it cannot replenish the user’s depleted lifespan or lost cultivation realm.”
Upon hearing this, Chen Beiwu’s eyes lit up slightly.
Tier-Three High-Grade Treasure Pills were rare, likely accessible only to Golden Core cultivators due to their status and wealth. But Tier-Two Mid-Grade Spirit Pills were different; most Foundation Establishment rogue cultivators could afford them.
With the divine technique Nine-Breath Nourishment and the Supreme Treasure Nine-Breath Chaos in hand, Chen Beiwu was confident he could become a Foundation Establishment rogue cultivator in the shortest time.
As for his mother’s lost lifespan and cultivation, he could slowly replenish them later with other pills.
“Ding ding ding!”
As the class bell rang, the vast majority of students in the classroom secretly glanced at Chen Beiwu, their eyes tinged with jealousy and admiration.
The signs of being at the Seventh Level of Qi Refining were too obvious.
Even the more careless students, who hadn’t initially noticed Chen Beiwu’s change, figured it out over the course of the class through the reactions of others.
Perhaps the gap was too great; someone couldn’t help but mutter under their breath, “Damn, another potential candidate for the Seven-Nine Upper Sects, maybe even the Thirteen Immortal Sects!”
The Seven-Nine Upper Sects were widely known among students as the cradle of Golden Core cultivators, meaning excellent graduates from there could become Golden Core experts.
And the Thirteen Immortal Sects were on an entirely different level!
The prodigies from the Thirteen Immortal Sects were universally recognized by the Immortal Alliance as possessing Nascent Soul potential. Even Golden Core cultivators would lower themselves to befriend them and wouldn’t dare offend them easily.
As for the Five Great Grotto-Heavens, which stood above the Thirteen Immortal Sects, none of the students present even dared to dream of them. Such true dragons wouldn’t appear in a backwater like Yuan Kong County.
Over the thousands of years in Yuan Kong County, hundreds of millions of students had taken the Immortal Exams, yet not a single one had ever been admitted to the Five Great Grotto-Heavens. That spoke volumes of the difficulty.
“You’re famous again.” Xu Lingling raised her brows and teased.
“Boring.”
Chen Beiwu stood up and walked toward the office under everyone’s gaze.
‘Knew he’d come.’ Just moments after sitting down, seeing Chen Beiwu’s figure didn’t surprise Li Jiacheng at all.
Normally, he wouldn’t bother with a student, let alone offer reminders during class.
But Chen Beiwu was different—at sixteen, a Qi Refining Seventh Level cultivator with a clean background was worth forming a good connection with.
“Teacher, I’d like to ask you something.” Chen Beiwu got straight to the point.
“That’s simple.” Li Jiacheng took a sip of tea. “The Immortal Alliance just released the recipe for the Frost-Purifying Pill half a month ago. I can refine it, but the success rate is low, only thirty percent.”
“Teacher, do you mean...?” Chen Beiwu probed.
“The spirit herbs for one batch of Frost-Purifying Pill cost about three hundred lower-grade spirit stones and usually produce three pills.”
At this point, Li Jiacheng paused slightly and said directly, “The Frost-Purifying Pill sells for eight hundred lower-grade spirit stones per pill on the Immortal Alliance website. I can sell one to you at cost—three hundred lower-grade spirit stones.”
Chen Beiwu was a bit surprised.
Was spirit stone money not appealing?
Why would Teacher Li offer the pill at cost without any reason?
Seeing Chen Beiwu stunned, Li Jiacheng smiled, “What’s wrong? I want to form a good relationship with you. Don’t you want that?”
“Of course I do. It’s just that the price is too generous. Teacher, refining pills also takes resources and effort,” Chen Beiwu hesitated. The sudden goodwill made him wary of a trap.
Hearing this, Li Jiacheng nodded internally with a bit of pride.
‘Good kid, my judgment is still sharp!’
As the teacher of the Soaring Class in Grade 11, he was well aware of Chen Beiwu’s family situation—deeply in debt was an understatement.
Yet Chen Beiwu remained upright and unwilling to take advantage of his teacher.
No wonder the Grade 11 teachers had been speaking highly of him lately, saying he was like a dragon stranded in the shallows, with some Golden Core potential. At the very least, he would become a Foundation Establishment rogue cultivator.
“If you think it’s too cheap, then how about seven hundred spirit stones per pill?” Li Jiacheng tested.
“That’s fine. Thank you, Teacher.” Chen Beiwu nodded confidently.
Li Jiacheng stroked his beard and liked him even more. “Alright then, as promised—three hundred spirit stones per pill, not a single one more.”
This kid was not only honest but also composed in dealing with matters.
In a daze, he felt like he saw a shadow of his younger self in Chen Beiwu.
But even so, he would not earn less than he deserved as an alchemist. That was his principle in business.
Given their teacher-student relationship and to form a bond, he’d only earn a few dozen spirit stones from Chen Beiwu. With others, he’d make at least four hundred per pill.
“Much obliged, Teacher.” Chen Beiwu expressed his gratitude.
“No need for that. It’s your own hard work.” Li Jiacheng waved his hand, glanced up at Chen Beiwu, and encouraged him, “The immortal path is boundless. If you wish to see a broader world, then do your best to get into the Thirteen Immortal Sects!”
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Leaving the office, Chen Beiwu had just stepped into the corridor when he heard the homeroom teacher’s stern voice from the classroom.
“Very good. You’ve really outdone yourselves. Just one summer break, and our class was nearly overtaken by the Talents Class next door. Is this your attitude toward cultivation?”
“Or do you no longer care about the Immortal Exams? Planning to go to a technical school and herd cattle back home?”
“Cultivation is for your own sake—for immortality and freedom—not for your teachers. To put it bluntly, among all the classes I, Wang Kui, have taught, you are the worst!”
No student in the class dared make a sound under Wang Kui’s scolding, let alone talk back.
‘Crap, bad timing. Ran right into Teacher Wang’s fire.’ Chen Beiwu felt uneasy but could only brace himself and report in.
Wang Kui instinctively frowned and turned toward the classroom door.
He wanted to see which gutsy student dared show up late to his class.
The quiet classroom grew restless, as almost every student looked toward the door.
Xu Lingling nudged her best friend with her elbow and whispered, “Hehe, looks like we’re in for a show.”
Xu Ziqing gave a gentle smile and shook her head slightly, “There’s nothing to see.”
Sure enough, when Wang Kui saw it was Chen Beiwu, the sternness on his face instantly vanished, replaced with a kindly expression as he said, “Come in. Be more mindful of the time next time.”
“???” Xu Lingling’s eyes widened.
What the heck? Was Teacher Wang possessed?
He actually had such a kind and friendly side? That’s not scientific at all!