Chapter 27: Li Yue'er Obtains the Cauldron and the Alchemical Recipe

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Li’s father looked at Li Ziyuan, his resolute face filled with pride as he said, “I believe that one day, you will surpass me. Come, let us continue our training. The Lingyun Step you just demonstrated still has many flaws. Allow me to give you a demonstration—focus and comprehend it deeply.”

Li’s father subtly released a wave of spiritual energy, causing the surrounding flowers, grasses, and trees to tremble slightly.

He elevated his cultivation to the peak of the tenth ring of the Spirit Transformation realm. The spiritual pressure emanating from him made the air feel heavy and dense.

Strange lights appeared faintly in the sky, as if responding to his immense power. Ten exquisite patterned totems glowed with golden light, imprinted upon his plain coarse hemp robe—this was the unique mark of a peak tenth ring Spirit Transformation cultivator.

Seeing his father’s strength, Li Ziyuan was deeply shocked. He knew his father was strong but had never imagined he was so formidable.

In his understanding, this realm was an almost unattainable pinnacle. Li Ziyuan wondered just how profound his father’s true strength was—perhaps there were even greater unknown powers concealed within him.

Li’s father then transmitted his spiritual energy into the large iron sword in Li Ziyuan’s hand, the “Tiger Roar.” The iron sword seemed to come alive, launching a sharp and ruthless attack toward him.

With speed beyond that of ordinary men, Li’s father swiftly dodged, each evasion leaving behind afterimages.

Then, the light in the sky grew even more brilliant. At the same time, ten golden, translucent humanoid figures resembling Li’s father suddenly emerged from within him. These ten figures attacked Li’s father together.

Each of them employed different leg techniques, fist techniques, and palm strikes as they engaged him, while Li’s father used the Lingyun Step to attack swiftly at times and dodge quickly at others.

Li Ziyuan watched and gained profound insights—this was the perfected state of the Lingyun Step.

As the demonstration of the technique concluded, Li Ziyuan wanted to ask about some difficult points regarding the Flame Burst Technique. However, his father said he was not suited to fire-element techniques and had never studied that book.

“Ziyuan, not every problem requires asking others. Sometimes, through your own exploration, investigation, and practice, you will discover a different kind of joy. Although the Flame Burst Technique, once mastered, can increase your power tenfold during use, it may have significant side effects. As for what those side effects are, I do not know. You must explore and comprehend them yourself.”

Hearing this, Li Ziyuan sensed that this technique, capable of boosting power tenfold, might indeed have its drawbacks. “Understood, Father. I will keep your teachings close to my heart.”

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Li’s father looked at Li Ziyuan, thinking that in just over ten days, the boy would leave the village to embark on a difficult and perilous journey. As a father, who wouldn’t worry?

But people must undergo trials to grow—to temper a heart that is not yet strong, to refine a heart that is stubborn, to nurture a heart filled with ambition, and to forge a resilient, unyielding spirit.

If possible, Li’s father sincerely hoped that one day Li Ziyuan could change the vast Canglan Continent. Perhaps Li’s father remained in Qingyan Village due to certain circumstances?

Or maybe he truly cherished a reclusive life? Or perhaps he was hiding from something?

Watching his father’s departing figure, Li Ziyuan thought that if he could return alive to Qingyan Village someday, he would repay the kindness of his father and mother, for there were still things he must do.

He would not seek revenge, yet his heart was restless. Without avenging the girl who loved him, his obsession would never fade. Without vengeance, Li Ziyuan could never return to the lively, mischievous, smiling boy he once was—not the silent, expressionless youth he had become.

With these thoughts, Li Ziyuan casually waved his hand and pulled out an ancient-looking book given by his father from his spatial storage pouch. He began to study it—it was a book about the various races of the Canglan Continent, including their history and unchanging culture.

Elsewhere, Li’s mother was making long-term plans for Li Yue’er. Holding her daughter’s hand tenderly, she said, “Yue’er, don’t blame Ziyuan. He seems to be troubled and often locks himself away. Both your father and I have noticed his coldness toward you, but I believe you can soften his heart.”

Tears welled up in Li Yue’er’s eyes, her voice trembling slightly. “Mother, I understand. He often stares off into space alone, and I worry about him. I also feel that Ziyuan seems to disdain me, though I don’t know why. I only want to be by his side.”

Hearing this, Li’s father pretended to be angry. “If he dares to disdain you, I’ll break his legs!”

Li’s mother nodded fiercely. “If he dares look down on Yue’er, your father and I will stand up for you.”

Then Li’s mother took two treasures from her spatial storage pouch—a thick book and a sea-blue alchemical cauldron. (The “Record of Rare Prescriptions” and the “Blue Spirit Flame Cauldron.”)

Li Yue’er asked curiously, “What are these?”

Li’s mother explained, “This book, the Record of Rare Prescriptions, contains methods for refining a hundred kinds of pills and records of some spiritual herbs. This is the Blue Spirit Flame Cauldron. When spiritual energy is channeled into it, it automatically converts into flame to refine pills.”

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Li’s father added, “Yue’er, you must study diligently. I guarantee that once you achieve some success in pill refining, Ziyuan will pester you every day to make pills for him.”

Hearing this, warmth surged in Li Yue’er’s heart, tears shimmering in her eyes. She grasped her mother’s hand tightly and choked out, “Mother, Father, you are so good to me. I will work hard to learn the art of pill refining and live up to your expectations. I will also take good care of Ziyuan and accompany him every step of the way.”

Li’s mother wiped away Yue’er’s tears with a handkerchief. “Silly child, you’re really sensitive. You’ll need to take good care of Ziyuan from now on.”

“Mm,” Li Yue’er nodded in response. For Li Ziyuan, she was willing to give everything, so she resolved to master pill refining and become his future support.

Li’s parents warned her not to let outsiders know about the Record of Rare Prescriptions or the Blue Spirit Flame Cauldron once she left the village, or it would bring unnecessary trouble.

On the seventeenth day of the eighth lunar month in the Yunqi Kingdom calendar (when Li Yue’er received the Record and Cauldron), Li Ziyuan spent every day training in the back mountains, advancing from the first to the second ring of the Spirit Gathering realm.

Li Ziyuan and Li Yue’er had already changed into brand-new clothes, as if preparing to welcome this important day.

On the twenty-third day of the ninth lunar month in the Yunqi Kingdom calendar, the long-anticipated meeting between Li Ziyuan and Chen Xun—the useless sect leader of the Wind Ling Sect—finally arrived. Today marked the turning point for Li Ziyuan’s journey across the Canglan Continent to seek a way home.

An old white-haired man riding a water hyacinth the size of a water buffalo slowly appeared at the Li family courtyard after a long journey.

Old Chen Xun had eagerly awaited this day—it was the first time in over a decade that someone would formally join the sect as a disciple.