Immortality System: Cultivating with Girls
Chapter 51 - 49: Enter the Pill Furnace

Chapter 51: Chapter 49: Enter the Pill Furnace

"Alchemy?"

Wen Zhixing was startled. He did not recognize the female disciple before him. It was obvious she had just grabbed at random and happened to catch him.

Looks like I’ve been drafted as press-ganged labor...

Wen Zhixing looked around and saw Pill Refining Peak not far ahead. He then lowered his head to glance at his waist. He had removed the palace master token while changing clothes and forgotten to put it back on.

No wonder. Wen Zhixing suddenly understood.

"Senior Sister, where are you taking me?" he asked.

The female disciple in front of him, however, paid him no mind, continuing to mumble to herself.

"Shh, don’t make noise just yet... What materials am I missing for the True Yang Pill... Dragon Grass, Purple Spirit Stone, Golden Sun Mushroom, Yin Yang Flower... Add this furnace disciple, and that should be about right. This time, I’ll definitely succeed in refining it!"

The female disciple’s face was brimming with confidence, completely lost in her own world.

"True Yang Pill?" Wen Zhixing’s expression flickered. What kind of elixir was this? His understanding of elixirs was very limited; his knowledge in this area was shallow.

"Hehe, if I successfully concoct this True Yang Pill, let’s see who still dares to say I lack talent in alchemy! I, Shen Lingjun, am an alchemy genius! Hehe..." the female disciple in front of him continued to mutter, occasionally letting out a silly laugh.

I haven’t stumbled upon a fool, have I? Wen Zhixing frowned, worried about the mental state of the person before him.

"Um... Senior Sister, what kind of elixir is this True Yang Pill?" Wen Zhixing thought for a moment and decided to ask.

"Hmm?" Shen Lingjun turned her head. Her hair was loosely tied up, and as she turned, several strands escaped, looking messy and unkempt. Her Daoist robe was crumpled, clearly unwashed for days. Yet, despite this, she possessed a naturally delicate and exquisitely beautiful face. Her brows were like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn waters, and her thin lips, as red as cherries, created a striking, contrasting beauty.

"What did you just say?" Shen Lingjun frowned.

"Senior Sister, I was asking what kind of elixir the True Yang Pill is. Did you develop it yourself?" Wen Zhixing reiterated, his attitude respectful yet firm.

"Of course!" Shen Lingjun exclaimed, growing somewhat excited. "I’ve been researching this True Yang Pill for several months! This pill contains a vast amount of primordial yang. With it, disciples of the Wonderous Palace will be able to cultivate rapidly without needing to resort to essence absorption."

Wen Zhixing was astonished. If this elixir truly has such effects, then the other furnace disciples in the Wonderous Palace might be saved. Perhaps they won’t need to be used for essence absorption in the future.

However, how credible were the words of someone from the Wonderous Palace?

The panel prompt read: "This person’s gaze is pure, wholeheartedly devoted to the Dao. Though you are full of Yang Qi, you might find it hard to release."

Wen Zhixing: "..."

Although this panel prompt was somewhat irreverent, it seemed to confirm that Shen Lingjun wasn’t lying.

"Hurry, hurry, follow me! I must refine this True Yang Pill today!" Shen Lingjun urged, striding forward again, still gripping Wen Zhixing’s hand tightly.

Wen Zhixing’s gaze flickered, but he still followed her.

The two quickened their pace and soon arrived atop Pill Refining Peak.

Pill Refining Peak was located in the southwestern corner of the Wonderous Palace. This place wasn’t just for alchemy; on the other side of Pill Refining Peak, a vast number of spiritual medicines were cultivated. Outside Pill Refining Peak, a constant stream of people came and went, most of them seeking elixirs. It was extraordinarily lively.

For the disciples of the Wonderous Palace, Pill Refining Peak was like a mysterious treasure trove. The air here was thick with the rich fragrance of medicinal herbs; stepping into the area felt like being enveloped by potent medicinal energies.

There were also numerous alchemy rooms. Each alchemist had their own private alchemy room.

Previously, Wen Zhixing and Zhang Tiancai had visited this place, but it was too dangerous. They hadn’t dared to stay long, leaving after a brief look around.

As soon as they stepped onto Pill Refining Peak, many eyes turned towards Shen Lingjun. Clearly, she was something of a celebrity here.

Then, someone called out in a slightly shrill, teasing voice, "Yo, Junior Sister Shen, grabbed another conscript? How many is that this month?"

Shen Lingjun, however, acted as if she hadn’t heard, pulling Wen Zhixing along as she continued forward.

Wen Zhixing’s heart skipped a beat; he sensed something was wrong. Could it be that Shen Lingjun has already done away with several furnace disciples?

Wen Zhixing frowned, ready to reveal his token. He certainly didn’t want to put himself in such a dangerous situation.

"Don’t worry, they’re all alive and well. You won’t die either," Shen Lingjun’s voice suddenly sounded in Wen Zhixing’s mind, as if she had anticipated his thoughts.

Wen Zhixing relaxed. After a moment’s thought, he decided to follow Shen Lingjun into the alchemy room.

Seeing Shen Lingjun say nothing in response to the teasing, the others simply figured their jibes had fallen flat.

The alchemy room was not large.

Upon entering, they immediately saw a huge pill furnace. Flames burned beneath the pill furnace, though it was unclear what was being refined. A figure stood diligently on guard beside it. Seeing them arrive, he quickly stood up.

"Senior Sister Shen." The person greeted Shen Lingjun respectfully.

"Thank you for your hard work, Junior Brother Wang," Shen Lingjun nodded in acknowledgment.

Wen Zhixing glanced at the man, noting that he was also a furnace disciple, though he seemed to be in good condition.

Probably an alchemy assistant of some sort.

His gaze then swept around, observing the room. On both sides of the room, rows of shelves were densely packed with various medicinal materials.

As soon as Shen Lingjun entered, she paid Wen Zhixing no further attention and immediately busied herself. She first carefully inspected the pill furnace’s condition, then began taking out various spiritual medicines, sorting and arranging them. Her movements were swift; in the blink of an eye, the simple sorting task was complete.

"Senior Sister, what do you need me to do?" Wen Zhixing stepped forward, wanting to know what she expected of him.

"Simple. When it’s your turn, just take off your clothes and get in."

Wen Zhixing: "?"

What did that mean?

"Just take off your clothes and get in," Shen Lingjun repeated.

"Get in where?" Wen Zhixing felt something was definitely off.

"Into the alchemy furnace, of course! Where else?" Shen Lingjun frowned. Why can’t this person understand simple words? Is his brain not working?

"..." Wen Zhixing was somewhat flabbergasted.

"Into... the pill furnace?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes! How else am I supposed to refine out your primordial yang?" Shen Lingjun nodded again, then patted her chest reassuringly. "Don’t worry, I have experience."

"This..."

Sorry, but I can’t feel reassured about this. Wen Zhixing was ready to bolt.

Being used for essence absorption was one thing, but being refined like an ingredient? He truly couldn’t handle that. He wouldn’t even know how he’d die.

Just as Wen Zhixing was about to pull out his token, Shen Lingjun, ignoring him, walked over to the pill furnace and began to adjust something.

"Don’t worry, I’ve refined hundreds of people already," she explained while tinkering. She then patted the pill furnace and said, "Look, there’s still one being refined in here right now."