Three Sins Against Heaven

Three days later, Dylan Chen slowly walked into the pavilion and calmly sat down in front of the pill furnace.

"Master, I'm ready."

Mark Ye nodded slightly, "Begin."

Given his talent, breaking through was a certainty, but there was always a chance of failure. If he failed, his meridians would suffer significant damage, and recovery would take time.

For a genius like him, time was the most precious resource. Therefore, even with a high level of confidence, he had to be cautious.

Dylan sat in front of the pill furnace, his thoughts drifting far away, delaying his actions. Mark Ye didn't rush him, just waited quietly.

After a long while, Dylan finally suppressed his excitement and placed an herb into the pill furnace.

The most crucial part of the entire plan was at this moment.

After successfully refining the Rejuvenation Pill for the first time, he had this realization.

In the past, when refining the Spirit Gathering Pill, he would throw all the ingredients in at once. Because the Spirit Gathering Pill was simple to refine, this method worked fine.

But as the quality of the pills increased, the order of adding the ingredients became crucial.

These details weren't mentioned in the pill recipes; Dylan had figured them out himself.

On his first day of refining the Rejuvenation Pill, he wasted ten sets of ingredients because he didn't understand this and added all the ingredients at once, leading to failure.

After understanding the detailed properties of the ingredients, he spent the second day experimenting with the order of adding them and finally succeeded in refining the Rejuvenation Pill.

It was then that he conceived this plan.

The same ingredients, added in different sequences, could change the effect, even turning a good medicine into poison, something non-refiners couldn't discern.

In the past, Mark Ye never consumed the pills Dylan refined. Dylan had been waiting for an opportunity, a chance for Mark Ye to take his pill.

Now, he had it!

As for whether he could refine the Barrier Breaking Pill with three sets of ingredients, Dylan wasn't worried at all.

Refining a real pill was difficult, but a fake one? That was easy.

The first round of pill refining ended quickly. Mark Ye lifted the lid and looked at the pill that had taken shape inside, nodding in satisfaction.

"Continue."

Dylan added the ingredients again, but in the wrong order. The sequence for a real Barrier Breaking Pill required testing, but a fake one did not.

However, Dylan wasn't just randomly adding ingredients. From the moment he got the Barrier Breaking Pill recipe, he had been thinking about the order of adding the ingredients.

How to make the pill the most poisonous!

In fact, during the first round, he could have produced a fake pill identical to the real one. But to avoid arousing Mark Ye's suspicion, he didn't make it too smooth.

The second round of refining ended quickly, looking even closer to the real thing compared to the first.

As the third round began, Dylan's heart started to race. If he failed, the plan would fall apart.

Mark Ye was equally tense. The Barrier Breaking Pill was too expensive on the Spirit Treasure Platform, and he had exchanged all his remaining Spirit Stones for ingredients. If Dylan failed, he would be left with nothing.

As the furnace fire extinguished, both of their gazes fell on the lid.

Mark Ye lifted the lid and looked at the perfectly round pill inside. He picked it up, sniffed it carefully, and confirmed it matched the description in the recipe. Satisfied, he swallowed the pill in one gulp and patted Dylan on the shoulder.

"Very good, you didn't disappoint me. I'm about to go into seclusion; the rest is up to you."

"Yes." Dylan respectfully retreated, his expression unchanged even after leaving the pavilion.

Even now, he couldn't relax. Only when Mark Ye was dead would it be time to celebrate!

Back in his room, Dylan sat by the bed, silently waiting, listening carefully to the sounds from the pavilion, a silver dagger in his hand.

This dagger, made from the silver essence Roy Li had saved up, was sharp enough to slit Mark Ye's throat!

After a long while, a painful scream echoed from the pavilion.

"Ah!"

"Move!" Dylan sprang up, kicking down the door that had trapped him for so long. With the dagger in hand, he leaped to the second-floor eaves, crouched, and jumped to the top floor as fast as he could.

On the top floor, Mark Ye lay on the ground, his face twisted in agony, blood pouring from his orifices, struggling to reach for the storage bag at his waist.

Only now did he realize that this had all been Dylan's plan.

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"Dylan, I'll kill you!"

"Calling for me?" Dylan broke through the window, lunging at Mark Ye, the sharp dagger aimed at the hand reaching for the storage bag.

Mark Ye was startled, quickly retracting his hand and rolling to dodge.

Before he could get up, Ryan Ji, who had followed closely behind Dylan, landed heavily on the floor, kicking Mark Ye in the abdomen and sending him flying several meters away from the storage bag.

"You bastard, I'm going to make you pay for Blackie's death!"

Mark Ye quickly got up, trying to distance himself, but Roy Li and Ralph Zhao rushed in with daggers, stabbing at his sides.

"You think you lackeys can kill me? Die!" Mark Ye roared, dodging their attacks and spreading his spiritual sense despite the poison ravaging his body.

Even though he was on the verge of breaking through to the second level of Qi Refinement and couldn't use much spiritual energy due to the poison, his physical strength was still superior to Dylan and the others.

But soon, his expression changed, realizing that Dylan and the others weren't writhing on the ground in pain as they usually did when he spread his spiritual sense.

"How is this possible!"

"Nothing's impossible. Don't forget, I'm a pill refiner." Dylan picked up Mark Ye's storage bag and stuffed it into his robe, looking at Mark Ye with a mocking gaze. "And I was trained by you. How did the Barrier Breaking Pill I made taste?"

"Ugh!" Mark Ye, enraged, spat out a mouthful of blood. Looking at Dylan's calm face, he couldn't help but feel regret.

When Brian Qin handed these five people to him, he had used a secret technique to introduce their personalities, specifically warning him to be cautious of Dylan.

But he hadn't heeded those warnings, always thinking Dylan was just a Spirit Slave and couldn't cause any trouble.

Today, he finally saw the towering waves!

Seeing the murderous intent in the five of them, Mark Ye couldn't help but take a step back, his voice no longer as strong.

"Dylan, I admit I was wrong before. Let's talk this out. Whatever you want, I'll agree to it."

The situation was dire, and he had no choice but to bow his head.@@novelbin@@

Cultivators weren't invincible; their strength lay in their unpredictable techniques and powerful magical tools. Now, with his storage bag in Dylan's hands and his body poisoned, he couldn't use any of his abilities and had to submit.

"Really? Whatever I ask for, you'll agree?" Dylan asked with a smile.

"I swear!" Mark Ye nodded eagerly.

"Alright." Dylan smiled at him. "Give me your head."

Mark Ye was stunned, then angrily said, "Are you mocking me?"

"Of course, I never negotiate with the dead." Dylan nodded with a smile, and in the next moment, his eyes filled with killing intent as he charged at Mark Ye with the dagger. "Kill him!"