Three more days passed...
Yan Xiaobao had been engaged in medicinal concoction work continuously for a month. He worked like a madman in his Immortal Cave, pacing around the pill furnace with bloodshot eyes. He never stopped concocting, relying on his desired medical prowess, utilizing the plants and vegetation available to him. Each failure brought him new hope for success.
"This time I will definitely succeed!" he rasped, licking his lips and staring intently at the pill furnace. After a few more hours, the furnace began to tremble, emitting a medicinal fragrance. Bai Xiaochun's eyes were full of anticipation. Moments later, his excitement turned into fear.
