Three Sins Against Heaven

The next morning, the sound of Mark Ye's footsteps came from outside. He had just left and soon returned.

"Dylan Chen."

Dylan quickly left the house and entered the loft. Seeing the pill furnace and the herbs scattered all over the floor, he understood that today he would be refining pills under Mark Ye's watchful eye again.

It was still the Spirit Gathering Pill, and still ten sets of herbs. But this time, Mark Ye merely pointed at the pill furnace and then sat aside, holding a Spirit Stone to begin his cultivation.

Dylan sat by the pill furnace, not rushing to start. Instead, he carefully recalled the steps and feelings from his successful pill refining the previous day. After simulating the process several times in his mind, he finally released his spiritual energy to ignite the furnace.

With the experience from yesterday, the lid of the furnace didn't pop open. However, when Dylan lifted the lid, the herbs inside had once again turned into a pile of black waste.

Failed!

Dylan's expression remained calm. Just because he had successfully refined a Spirit Gathering Pill yesterday didn't mean he would succeed every time.

Although the herbs were the same, there were subtle differences between each set, requiring adjustments each time.

These experiences couldn't be taught by others; he had to explore and accumulate them on his own.

Dylan glanced at Mark Ye, who was still cultivating with the Spirit Stone, completely indifferent to the commotion on Dylan's side.

He immediately understood Mark Ye's intention: just like yesterday, as long as one of the ten sets of herbs successfully produced a Spirit Gathering Pill, the task would be considered complete.

After understanding the reason for his failure, Dylan reignited the furnace.

Two sets, three sets...

As he became more proficient in pill refining, his mind gradually focused entirely on the pill furnace, completely forgetting that Mark Ye was right beside him.

On the seventh attempt, when Dylan lifted the lid and saw the Spirit Gathering Pill brimming with spiritual energy, he was overjoyed.

Success!

At the same time, the Spirit Stone in Mark Ye's hand turned to powder. He opened his eyes and took the Spirit Gathering Pill into his hand.

"Not bad, continue."

Dylan nodded and started refining pills again.

This time, Mark Ye didn't continue cultivating but watched Dylan's pill refining intently. If another Spirit Gathering Pill could be produced, it would be even more profitable.

Unfortunately, the last three attempts ended in failure. The tenth attempt was the closest, with the pill almost forming, but the fire control failed at the last moment.

However, Mark Ye didn't blame Dylan this time. Instead, he waved his hand, signaling Dylan to leave.

He could see that Dylan's pill refining technique had improved significantly compared to the previous day. Achieving this without guidance was already quite remarkable. Given time, Dylan's success rate in pill refining would only increase.

As a result, the Spirit Stones he would gain would also increase.

Leaving the loft, Dylan exchanged a glance with Roy Li, who was hammering silver blocks with all his might. Just as he was about to return to his room, he saw Ryan Ji and Ralph Zhao coming in with a tiger cub in their arms, and he couldn't help but feel a bit envious.

When would he get a chance to go out and explore?

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"Wow, Junior Brother Ye is truly amazing, being able to produce so many Spirit Gathering Pills at once!"

"Having a perfect Gold and Fire Spirit Root is impressive enough, but to be so skilled in pill refining too, he's truly a genius!"

"Exactly! Pill refining is resource-intensive and requires guidance. To think Junior Brother Ye could master it on his own, he's indeed a once-in-a-century genius!"

"A new disciple daring to refine pills to earn Spirit Stones right away, Junior Brother Ye must be the first. Truly admirable!"

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On the resplendent jade platform, Mark Ye stood in front of a wooden cabinet, calmly watching the light screen above, ignoring the praises around him.

This place, known as the Spirit Treasure Platform, was where disciples of the Demonic Extreme Sect received tasks and exchanged Spirit Stones. Recently, Mark Ye had become a frequent visitor here. Being a genius, and with the increasing number of Spirit Gathering Pills he brought each time, he naturally attracted attention.

This time, Mark Ye directly took out ten Spirit Gathering Pills. Such a move impressed even cultivators who had been refining pills for years.

Behind the wooden cabinet, a disciple of the Demonic Extreme Sect picked up a porcelain bottle, poured the pills into his hand for inspection, then put them back and began checking the next bottle.

After refining, pills were usually sealed in bottles to prevent the loss of potency. The more precious the pill, the better the material of the bottle.

Some high-quality bottles even had the function of nurturing the pills to enhance their efficacy, but such bottles were exorbitantly priced.

Since Mark Ye exchanged his pills immediately after refining, he naturally wouldn't waste Spirit Stones on expensive bottles, using the cheapest porcelain ones instead.

After inspecting all ten pills, the disciple put them away and pushed a pile of Spirit Stones towards Mark Ye, his face full of smiles. "All the pills are of good quality. Junior Brother Ye, you truly impress. Three Spirit Stones per Spirit Gathering Pill, here are thirty Spirit Stones, please count them."

"No need, I trust the reputation of the Spirit Treasure Platform." Mark Ye shook his head, then cupped his hands in salute. "Please give me another hundred sets of herbs for Spirit Gathering Pills."

His words caused another uproar in the crowd.

"Wow, after producing ten Spirit Gathering Pills, he's buying another hundred sets of herbs. Such a big move, he must be very confident in his pill refining skills."

"Junior Brother Ye has been buying herbs and refining pills every day recently, and now he's accumulated ten Spirit Gathering Pills at once. It seems he's aiming for something big. Such courage!"

"It's good for young people to have ambition, but they should also know their limits. Although the Spirit Gathering Pill is the simplest first-grade pill, Junior Brother Ye hasn't been learning alchemy for long. He might not break even."

"That's not true. Junior Brother Ye is a genius. Geniuses naturally do things that ordinary people wouldn't dare to do."

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Ignoring the mixed comments, Mark Ye calmly collected the herbs and remaining Spirit Stones, then turned and left.

While others speculated whether he would profit or lose this time, only he knew that he would definitely make a huge profit.

Ten sets of herbs cost two Spirit Stones, one Spirit Gathering Pill sold for three Spirit Stones. As long as one pill was produced from ten sets of herbs, it was a profit.

With Dylan's current success rate in pill refining, he could consistently produce two Spirit Gathering Pills from ten sets of herbs.

People only thought Mark Ye was exceptionally talented. If they knew he couldn't refine pills at all and that it was his Spirit Slave doing it, who knows what they would think.

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Inside the house, Dylan sat cross-legged, gathering spiritual energy to fill his Qi Sea again. Although the spiritual energy overflowed each time, he never gave up on cultivating.

Although his cultivation level hadn't improved, the continuous pill refining had made the spiritual energy in his Qi Sea much more solid.

"Ah!"

Carol Yan's scream suddenly echoed. Dylan immediately ended his cultivation and stood by the window, looking at Carol rolling on the ground outside, his face showing pity.

The instigator of all this, Mark Ye, showed no sympathy, coldly watching Carol.

"Useless! You can't even grow herbs properly. What use are you?"