"The things inside those ten fire pillars are the medicinal ingredients!"
Not far away, someone with sharp eyes noticed the increasingly distinct black silhouettes within the fire pillars, and their expression changed instantly.
"Just now, he threw all the medicinal ingredients directly into Miracle Hand Pavilion! With such intense flames, the ingredients haven't been destroyed!"
Exclamations of astonishment rose one after another.
In everyone's eyes, the ten fire-colored tornadoes twisting in the wind were rapidly shrinking, as if all the flames were being absorbed by the ingredients inside, condensed to the limit, until those fire-colored tornadoes fully solidified into a ball of dazzling crimson light, which then erupted with a sudden burst.
Bang!
It was as if muffled thunder sounded in the sky, and countless faint red flames shot out in all directions, while bursts of yellow-green mist exploded through the air.
That mist contained a strong medicinal fragrance, and just as the streaks of yellow-green mist were about to dissipate into the world...
Standing at the entrance of Miracle Hand Pavilion, Evan Lin lightly waved his right hand, his palm making a grasping motion toward the air.
The next moment, under countless gazes, streaks of yellow-green mist began to merge in a bizarre fashion.
Suspended in midair, they sought each other out and fused together. Before long, the thick firelight and mist that had gathered around Evan Lin condensed into rows of softly glowing yellow pills.
Those pills lined up in the air, and with a snap of Evan Lin's fingers, they all seemed to be summoned, flying straight into his palm.
A total of fifty Nourishing Spirit Pills appeared, gleaming in Evan Lin's palm.
"This is the Nourishing Spirit Pill I hope you can eventually learn to refine. Century-old Crimson Blood Astragalus is hard to find, so you can substitute roots that are several decades old to make small Nourishing Spirit Pills. Even if the effect is weaker, they're still more than enough for ordinary people."
Evan Lin turned to look at the crowd frozen in place, his expression calm.
Just now, he had drawn out all the earthfire attached to Miracle Hand Pavilion, using its power to blast every medicinal ingredient into mist. Then, by precisely blending the medicinal mist, he produced these fifty Nourishing Spirit Pills now in his hand.
Even for Evan Lin's current cultivation, refining these pills was somewhat strenuous—he felt a trace of fatigue.
Alex Fu and Celine Lin, along with the Medicine King Valley doctors who had doubted Evan Lin, were all left speechless. No one knows who started it, but soon everyone bowed to Evan Lin in unison.
"We will surely devote ourselves to cultivating the Heart Sutra of the Pill Master you left us—we won't let you down!"
The doctors were so excited they couldn't help but shout out loud.
They had been refining pills for years, but none had ever seen such mysterious alchemy techniques from Evan Lin.
Without any cauldron or furnace, relying solely on blazing flames, he refined dozens of pills in just a few minutes!
It was simply unheard of. Along with their growing admiration for Evan Lin, a powerful hope welled up in their hearts—a hope that one day, they too could reach his level.
Evan Lin nodded slightly. After stowing away the Nourishing Spirit Pills, he looked at the small group still standing in the distance and said, "Bring those things and follow me into the Pavilion."
With that, Evan Lin spun around, pushed open the doors of Miracle Hand Pavilion, and strode straight inside.
The flames that had once wrapped around Miracle Hand Pavilion were now extinguished. The pill refinement just now had all but devoured the earthfire leaking out within the Pavilion.
Warren Wu, face flushed with excitement, hurried after Evan Lin, arms full of Earthfire Stone, Golden-thread Nanmu, and a thousand jin of Black Iron.
Alex Fu and Celine Lin exchanged a glance, then quickly followed as well.
Inside the Pavilion.
The first floor, once used for selling medicinal herbs and pills, was now almost empty.
The second floor had also suffered considerable damage compared to before.
Evan Lin ascended the wooden stairs, moving from the first floor to the second, then up to the third, his face calm.
"The last time I was here, was the fire-drawing method set up by Master Weiyao himself?"
On the third floor of Miracle Hand Pavilion.
Evan Lin gazed at the ruined cauldrons before him and the melted crimson iron chains nearby. Dust still floated in the air.
"That... I suppose you could say so."
Alex Fu, following behind Evan Lin, paused, his expression showing a hint of hesitation.
Celine Lin spoke up: "I've been here since childhood, and those cauldrons have always been here. As for the fire-drawing method you mentioned, I don't really understand, but I did hear Master mention it once."
"He said that the fire-drawing method was stolen from Profound Clarity Sect, and must not be revealed lightly. If Profound Clarity ever found out, those cherished cauldrons would have to be destroyed to erase all evidence."
"When Master said this, he looked deeply moved—almost anxious and uneasy."
Celine Lin frowned slightly as she spoke, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
"Profound Clarity Sect?"
Hearing those words, Evan Lin turned to look at Celine Lin. "Do you know what kind of place the Profound Clarity Sect is?"
"Your Master, was he originally from the Profound Clarity Sect?"
Celine Lin shook her head repeatedly. "I'm not sure what kind of place the Profound Clarity Sect is, but Master was indeed a disciple there in his younger years. Something happened, though, so he came here and joined Miracle Hand Sect."
"Also..."
At this point, Celine Lin's tone grew hesitant.
"Speak," Evan Lin said, his tone calm.
"Master also said that when he came to Jinnan, he was accompanied by someone—his junior brother, who called himself Master Baiyun. Master Baiyun is renowned throughout Jinnan. Now that Master is dead, if Master Baiyun finds out, he'll most likely come looking for trouble with you."
Celine Lin looked very serious.
The last time Master Baiyun emerged from seclusion in the Yin-Yang Realm, he shook all of Jinnan.
Even though he vanished soon after and was never seen again, his fame never faded.
Nowadays, most people assume Master Baiyun simply found another place to cultivate in seclusion. Few realize Evan Lin personally killed him long ago.
"The original Pavilion master called himself Master Weiyao," Warren Wu added helpfully from the side.
Master Weiyao. Master Baiyun.
There are few who style themselves 'Master.'
Evan Lin grew thoughtful, gazing at the ruined third floor of Miracle Hand Pavilion and the destroyed fire-drawing method. His curiosity about the Profound Clarity Sect only deepened.
"Perhaps this Profound Clarity Sect is Earth's true Daoist cultivation orthodoxy?"