Fairy Blossom hit the nail on the head—if we can't find a way to break the Hidden Dragon Elixir, we'll just keep repeating the same mistakes, letting people swap places like the steward did. All our efforts would be wasted.
"I've already sent the steward to contact the Alchemy Saint Hand. He should be here soon," Patriarch Fenn said.
Hearing that Patriarch Fenn had invited the Alchemy Saint Hand, the others had no objections and waited for his arrival.
When the Alchemy Saint Hand arrived, he was surprised to see so many important figures gathered. He bowed respectfully, "Palace Lords, Patriarch Fenn, greetings."
"Enough with the formalities, we need your help this time," Patriarch Fenn said. The others watched the Alchemy Saint Hand, rumored to be the current master of Sacred Mountain, raised up by legendary pill refiners.
"If there's anything I can help with, I'll give it my all," the Alchemy Saint Hand replied politely.
"Here's the situation: is there any way to break the Hidden Dragon Elixir?" Patriarch Fenn asked.
The Alchemy Saint Hand frowned at the mention of the Hidden Dragon Elixir. Officially, it's a pseudo-Immortal pill that no one has ever successfully refined—considered impossible. But after someone used it to infiltrate the Fenn Family, he realized it was possible, and has been searching for Yang Han's whereabouts ever since.
"There is a way, but the ingredients might be a bit troublesome," the Alchemy Saint Hand said after thinking for a moment.
For these star system rulers, gathering materials is child's play. The Ninefold Palace Lord smiled, 'No matter what ingredients you need, as long as it can counter the Hidden Dragon Elixir, we'll provide them.'
"These ingredients are indeed rare, so I'll need support from each Palace. With them, I can refine an Immortal-grade pill—the Clear-Sight Immortal Pill. After taking it, for ten days you can see through any disguise," said the Alchemy Saint Hand.
"Immortal-grade pills?" The group was amazed—the formulas are extremely rare, and only the alchemy masters collect them. As for the ingredients, only the Three Palaces have the deep reserves needed.
The Three Palaces discussed and each supplied three sets of materials, enough for nine batches. With the Alchemy Saint Hand's skill, each batch can yield up to ten pills—ninety in total. These would be distributed to key figures in each Palace, the Fenn Family, and some major clans.
Once everything was settled, the Palace representatives gathered the ingredients and handed them to the Alchemy Saint Hand, who then left the Fenn estate for Sacred Mountain to begin refining the pills.
Meanwhile, Yang Han was inside the Sky-Piercing Tower, with Reed Kong and his daughter expressing their gratitude.
Seeing the two reunited, Yang Han felt relieved—his efforts hadn't been in vain, and he hadn't harmed his friend.
"You need to leave quickly—Ninefold Palace and the Fenn Family definitely won't let this go," Reed Kong said.
"Don't rush—let me ask you a few things first," Yang Han said. He did plan to leave, but not yet; he still had important matters to resolve, like Ye Chen's lingering Tyrant Seal backlash and Elder Liu's situation.
"What is it?" Reed Kong asked, curious.
"Do you know Sevenmile Peak?" Yang Han asked.
The others were drawn in as well. Yang Han was curious—what did the Three Palaces want from him? He couldn't figure it out.
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One man laughed proudly, 'From what I know, it's the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Insects—gone for tens of thousands of years. Someone who got it was hunted by the Three Palaces and other powerful figures.'
The crowd was shocked at the mention of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Insects.
Yang Han was startled. 'So that's why they've been following me,' he thought.
Yang Han finally understood why the strong powers were after him—most likely, they'd guessed about the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Insects.
'Good thing I have the Hidden Dragon Elixir,' Yang Han muttered, then got up and left the crowd, heading for the planet where Sevenmile Peak was located.
Arriving at his tavern, Yang Han didn't go inside—he sat outside, trying to learn about recent events on the mountain.
The staff didn't recognize Yang Han, assuming he was just a passerby.
While Yang Han was listening, a familiar face appeared. It was Mason Liu, who walked in with a few friends, laughing and asking the staff for wine. He joked, 'Hey, why haven't we seen your manager in so long?'
'He went to get supplies—he'll be gone for a while,' the staff explained, as Yang Han had instructed before leaving. Yang Han was curious—Mason Liu and Elder Liu were supposed to be hunted by Sevenmile Peak's people, yet Mason seemed on good terms with them. Had something changed?
Yang Han changed his plans, paid and left the tavern. A while later, he returned as the manager. The staff were delighted to see their long-absent manager return.
Mason Liu and the regulars smiled at the manager's return. Mason joked, 'I was just talking about you, and here you are!'
'I was away getting supplies—it took a while, but it was worth it,' Yang Han said with a smile.
'What did you get?' Mason Liu asked, curious.
'Of course, it's wine-related,' Yang Han replied with a smile.
'Oh? What kind of wine?' Mason Liu asked, curious.
'Want a taste?' Yang Han asked with a smile.
'Of course,' Mason Liu replied, delighted.
'Then come with me—but only you this time. The others can join next time,' Yang Han joked.
Mason Liu was proud to be chosen, showing off his close relationship with the manager. The others protested, but it was useless—Yang Han took Mason Liu upstairs and closed the door.
'Manager, why so secretive? Is it some legendary wine?' Mason Liu asked greedily.
'Try it,' Yang Han said with a smile, pouring a cup of Dreamwine—but he'd added many things to it.
Mason Liu drank it without hesitation, and immediately saw what he most wanted—he was amazed.
Unbeknownst to him, Mason Liu had swallowed both Dreamwine and a Mind-Veil Pill. Yang Han asked, 'You're on the mountain? Weren't you being hunted by Sevenmile Peak?'
'It was all a misunderstanding at Sevenmile Peak. They're keeping my grandfather locked up, but secretly—they want to lure out the impersonator and clear his name,' Mason Liu replied, still dazed.
Yang Han was surprised, then asked, 'Who figured out your grandfather wasn't the culprit?'
'It was Senior Liu, the First Peak Lord's master,' Mason Liu replied.
'So your grandfather is still locked up on the mountain?' Yang Han asked suspiciously.
'Yes,' Mason Liu replied.
Yang Han had hoped to provoke conflict between Sevenmile Peak and the Fenn Family, forcing that big figure to step in. But since Senior Liu knew Elder Liu wasn't the culprit, Yang Han would have to try something else.
He thought for a moment, then asked, 'Won't your grandfather leave?'
'His cultivation is suppressed by pills—even if he left, he couldn't get far. He can't escape,' Mason Liu replied.
Yang Han understood, then asked, 'Does your grandfather need to drink blood?'
'Yes, every month. Without blood, he'll suffer greatly,' Mason Liu replied.
'Why is that?' Yang Han asked.