Published at 18th of April 2026 8:03 am

Chapter 524 I Want To Refine A Pill

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The wind howled softly across the vast skies as space itself twisted open. From within it, Bai Zihan stepped out.

His robes fluttered lightly before settling, his figure descending from the fractured void onto the familiar lands of the Mu Clan.

He didn't go to the Bai Clan but instead went directly to the Mu Clan, and the reason was simple-to test out his Grandmaster Alchemist skill.

Bai Zihan's gaze swept across the clan briefly.

Mountains, rivers, and entire regions were filled with the faint fragrance of herbs and spiritual plants.

Terraced fields of spiritual herbs extended as far as the eye could see, glowing faintly under the sunlight.

Streams of clear water flowed gently between them, carrying traces of medicinal essence.

At the heart of the valley stood elegant structures. Unlike the domineering presence of the Bai Clan, this place felt peaceful.

The Mu Clan!

Bai Zihan's gaze lingered for a moment.

Then he stepped forward.

The moment he crossed the boundary, several figures appeared almost instantly.

They hadn't sensed him approaching.

But the instant he entered, they knew.

A group of Mu Clan disciples hurried forward.

Their expressions shifted the moment they saw him clearly.

Recognition.

Then respect.

"Young Master Bai!"

They bowed deeply.

Their attitudes were polite-almost reverent.

After all, even if the Mu Clan was independent, they relied heavily on the Bai Clan.

And Bai Zihan was someone they could not afford to offend.

Not to mention, Bai Zihan also had the blood of the Mu Clan and held high status even if he were to remove his Bai name.

Moreover, who here hadn't heard about his deeds against the Demonic Forces?

They knew that with his strength alone, he was stronger than anyone in the Mu Clan, including his own mother.

Bai Zihan nodded slightly.

"I'm here to see my mother."

Bai Zihan said.

The disciples immediately nodded.

"Of course, Young Master!"

One of them stepped forward respectfully.

"Please allow us to guide you inside."

There was no delay.

Bai Zihan followed.

As they walked deeper into the valley, more members of the Mu Clan noticed

his arrival.

Some paused their work.

Others bowed slightly as he passed.

Whispers spread quietly.

Respect.

Curiosity.

A hint of awe.

The deeper they went, the richer the spiritual energy became.

The fragrance of herbs thickened, almost tangible.

"This way, Young Master."

The disciple gestured respectfully.

***

The inner pavilion was quiet.

Soft incense lingered in the air, blending seamlessly with the natural fragrance of spiritual herbs that surrounded the estate.

The architecture was elegant rather than grand-every detail refined, every line

deliberate.

Bai Zihan was seated.

A low jade table stood before him, upon which a servant had just placed a pot

of freshly brewed spiritual tea.

Wisps of steam curled upward, carrying a calming scent that could subtly soothe one's meridians.

He drank the tea slowly, waiting.

It did not take long.

A ripple of aura approached-gentle, yet profound.

Then a figure appeared at the entrance.

Mu Yuelan!

The moment her eyes landed on Bai Zihan-

They lit up.

"Zihan'er!"

Her voice carried unmistakable joy.

In the next instant, she had already stepped inside, her usual composed

demeanor breaking ever so slightly.

"You're here."

Her gaze swept over him, carefully, almost instinctively.

Then she smiled.

"Good... good!"

Her voice softened, filled with satisfaction.

"I've heard everything."

Her eyes shone faintly.

"You have done a great job. And your cultivation..."

She couldn't believe her eyes when she sensed Bai Zihan's cultivation.

Top Void Refinement Realm!

It was almost catching up to her, and the shocking part was that two years ago, he was only at the Core Formation Stage.

"Top Void Refinement Realm! Zihan'er, you have worked hard! In the Desolate Heaven Empire, no, in the world, there shouldn't be anyone as talented as you." There was no restraint in her praise. Only genuine happiness.

This was her son.

Bai Zihan met her gaze calmly.

There was no visible reaction to the praise.

But neither did he reject it.

Mu Yuelan soon regained her composure.

She took a seat across from him, her expression turning slightly more curious.

"You didn't come here just to see me, did you?"

Her tone was gentle, but certain.

Someone like Bai Zihan, even if he was her son, wouldn't make a trip without

reason.

Bai Zihan nodded.

"I need an alchemy room."

There was no hesitation.

"I want to refine a few pills."

Silence!

For a brief moment, Mu Yuelan simply stared at him.

Her expression froze slightly.

"...You want to refine a pill?"

There was an unmistakable surprise in her voice.

Memories surfaced almost instantly.

Back then, when Bai Zihan's cultivation talent had yet to reveal itself...

When he seemed uninterested in training, she had once tried to guide him

toward alchemy.

With her support and the Mu Clan's foundation, even if he couldn't reach the

peak, he could have made a name for himself.

But the result was disastrous.

He couldn't properly identify herbs.

His control over Qi was poor.

Even the simplest refining processes would collapse midway.

And more importantly, he had shown no interest.

Not just a lack of interest.

Detest! He clearly hated doing alchemy.

That was why she gave up. After all, with her and Bai Tianheng as his parents, he never needed to walk

such a path.

And now, the same person sat before her, calmly stating that he wanted to

refine pills.

Mu Yuelan's lips curved slightly, a hint of amusement appearing.

"You're joking, aren't you?"

Her tone was light.

"If you need any pills, just tell me what you want."

She waved her hand casually.

"I'll refine them for you personally. There's no need for you to do it yourself."

In her eyes, this was unnecessary.

Now that Bai Zihan had revealed such terrifying talent in cultivation, diverting

his focus to alchemy was simply inefficient.

Even wasteful.

"I'll do it myself."

His voice was calm, firm, and unyielding.

Mu Yuelan's expression paused slightly.

"...Zihan'er."

Her tone softened, carrying a trace of concern.

"You've only just begun to rise in cultivation. This is not the time to split your

focus."

"Alchemy isn't something you can pick up on a whim."

She looked at him carefully.

"You didn't even-"

She stopped herself.

Didn't even what?

Didn't even have the talent? Didn't even succeed once?

But she refrained from saying that. Bai Zihan met her gaze directly. "There won't be a problem. Just trust me."

As if it were nothing more than a trivial matter.

"How about this? I can try to refine a pill, and if I can't, I will not bring this up

again."

Bai Zihan said confidently.

After all, he had Grade-8 Alchemy skill, so there was no need to worry.

Mu Yuelan fell silent.

She studied him carefully.

This time, she noticed that Bai Zihan was serious.

He wasn't joking.

After a few breaths of silence-

Mu Yuelan exhaled softly.

"Fine!"

She gave in.

Not because she agreed-

But because she wanted to see. "Since you insist..."

She stood up slowly.

"I'll have an alchemy room prepared for you."

Her eyes lingered on him for a moment longer.

"And I'll come watch."

There was a trace of curiosity now.

She turned and walked toward the entrance.

"Follow me!"

Bai Zihan rose without a word.

The tea remained untouched.

As the two figures left the pavilion, a quiet tension began to form.

***

Mu Yuelan did not bring him to her own private alchemy room.

Instead, she led him to where other junior-level alchemists refined their pills.

Soon, a wide hall came into view.

It was not grand, but it was bustling.

Rows of alchemy furnaces were arranged neatly across the interior, each one

occupied. Disciples stood before them, focused-some carefully measuring herbs, others

controlling flames beneath their cauldrons.

This was a common alchemy hall.

Used by those still learning.

Or those whose skill had yet to reach the level worthy of exclusivity.

"Here," Mu Yuelan said calmly.

"This hall is used for Grade-3 alchemists and below."

In the Mu Clan, only those who reach Grade-4 are considered to have sufficient

talent to be given a private alchemy room.

For others, this is enough.

Bai Zihan's gaze swept across the hall.

He saw everything in a single glance.

The herb selections.

The flame control.

The Qi fluctuations.

To the others, it was normal.

To him, it was full of flaws.

But he said nothing. The moment Mu Yuelan stepped inside-

The atmosphere shifted. Heads turned.

"Lady Mu..."

"It's Lady Mu Yuelan!"

Respect surfaced in every gaze.

Some even straightened subconsciously, as if afraid of making mistakes under

her presence.

Among the younger disciples, especially the female disciples-

Their eyes lit up with admiration.

Mu Yuelan was not just an elder.

She was a figure they looked up to. Someone who became a Master Alchemist at such a young age.

A woman who had risen through skill and intellect.

And beyond that, she had married Bai Tianheng.

The Clan Leader of the Bai Clan. The strongest clan in the Desolate Heaven Empire.

To them, she was the embodiment of success.

Grace!

Power!

Status!

She had everything a woman could want!

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