Chapter 125: Refining the Medicinal Liquid

Upon hearing this voice, a sudden, absolute silence descended upon the grand hall of the Qingyun Sword Sect.

"Su Yifan? Is that his name?" Mo Hanyue whispered to herself, her thoughts unreadable.

Mo Xingtian opened his mouth to dissuade his daughter, but, unable to bear the look in her eyes, he swallowed his words.

Lin Changkong, the Third Elder standing nearby, spoke up: "Sect Master, should we investigate this senior's background?"

"Absolutely not." Mo Xingtian rejected the idea immediately. "Someone of the senior's stature is not to be investigated at our whim. If things go well, perhaps it doesn't matter, but if we inadvertently displease him, it will only bring disaster upon our sect."

Setting aside whether they were even capable of uncovering such a background, what would it change? They were merely a third-rate, minor sect. Should they accidentally disturb the senior's cultivation, the consequences would bring only harm and no benefit.

Hearing this, Lin Changkong fell silent. He was right. A figure of that caliber was not someone they could afford to disturb.

...

More than ten minutes later, Su Yifan had just returned to the Su Manor when a guard approached him. "Young Master, you have returned."

"Yes, is something the matter?" Su Yifan asked, looking at him.

"A few people claiming to be from the Qingyun Gang arrived earlier. They delivered a chest of spirit herbs and asked that I inform you immediately upon your return."

"Oh? Where are the herbs now?"

"I have placed them in the storage room in the back courtyard. Please follow me, Young Master."

The guard led Su Yifan to the back courtyard. They entered the storage room, and the guard pulled out a chest. "Young Master, the spirit herbs are all inside."

He opened the lid. Su Yifan glanced inside; there were over twenty types of spirit herbs. While none were of supreme quality, most were mid-grade. It was quite impressive that Wu Ya had managed to source so many in such a short time.

"Very good. Did you give them the bank card I left for them?" Su Yifan asked suddenly.

He had taken one of the cards he had obtained from the Shadow Liushang organization and instructed the guard to pass it to Wu Ya. He didn't know the exact balance, but it was certainly substantial—it was, after all, the accumulated wealth of an assassin organization. Since he had repeatedly asked Wu Ya for favors, he didn't want them working for nothing.

"Rest assured, Young Master, I have handed the card to them personally," the guard replied.

Su Yifan nodded. "Good. You may go now. Do not let anyone disturb me."

He intended to refine these herbs into essence extract as quickly as possible so that his parents could begin their medicinal baths that evening.

With this medicinal bath, he believed his parents' constitutions would see a significant improvement.

"Yes, Young Master." The guard nodded and retreated.

Once the door was closed, Su Yifan sorted through all the spirit herbs he had obtained. After a few minutes, including those he had brought back from the Hundred Thousand Mountains, there were over eighty varieties. Following the recipes in his memory, he selected thirty-odd herbs and placed the rest into his storage ring for later use.

"I wonder how much their physiques will improve after soaking in this liquid," Su Yifan mused before sitting down cross-legged.

The next moment, a white spirit flame appeared in his left palm. With a gentle lift of his right hand, a mid-grade spirit herb known as "Phantom Spirit Grass" rose into the air. Su Yifan pushed with his left hand, sending the spirit flame to envelop the grass, and began the refining process.

Because each herb had unique properties and required different refining times, Su Yifan had to take his time.

Time passed in a blur. Two hours flew by; it was now six in the evening. The room was filled with a faint, medicinal fragrance.

"Condense!" Su Yifan whispered.

The liquid extracts of the thirty-plus herbs, floating in mid-air, began to merge.

*Hum!*

As they began to fuse, the liquids initially repelled each other. Seeing them on the verge of collapsing, Su Yifan increased his spiritual energy output and commanded, "Merge!"

Under his precise control, the diverse extracts slowly began to blend. Ten minutes later, seeing that the liquid had finally stabilized, Su Yifan let out a sigh of relief, his forehead covered in beads of sweat.

"Retrieve." With a wave of his hand, five jade bottles flew out, and the successfully refined essence flowed into them.

"Whew, finally done." Su Yifan exhaled, putting the bottles away.

Shortly after, he walked into the main hall and was greeted by a delicious aroma. He saw his father, Su Zhengguo, sitting there.

"Yifan, you're here. I was just about to have someone call you for dinner."

Seeing his son approach, Su Zhengguo beckoned him over. Su Yifan sat down, and his mother, Zhang Hong, walked in carrying a dish. "Yifan, you’re just in time. I’ve just finished the last course."

"Mom, you can let the staff handle these things. There's no need for you to do it yourself," Su Yifan said.

Zhang Hong smiled gently. "It's fine. I'm not working anymore, and I have plenty of time on my hands."

She hadn't had time to cook while she was working, but now that she spent her days at home cultivating, her schedule was wide open. Most importantly, since her son loved her cooking, she wanted to handle it personally.

Hearing this, Su Yifan didn't press the matter. The family began to eat, and during the meal, Su Yifan checked on his parents' progress in their cultivation.

Once they had finished and were satisfied, Su Yifan stretched and pulled out a jade bottle. "Mom, Dad, this is a medicinal extract I’ve refined for you. You only need to add one drop to your bath each time."

He didn't suggest a single drop out of stinginess; rather, because the liquid was a potent essence derived from over thirty spirit herbs, the medicinal properties were extremely intense. He worried that if they used too much, their bodies wouldn't be able to absorb it, leading to waste.

"A bath?" Hearing this, Su Zhengguo’s eyes lit up. He snatched the bottle from his son's hand and asked, "Yifan, this is what they call a 'medicinal bath,' right?"

"That's right," Su Yifan nodded.

Confirming it was for a bath, Su Zhengguo didn't hesitate; he grabbed his wife's hand and headed toward their room.

"Hey, hey, hey! You old fool, we’ve just eaten and haven't even digested our food yet! Are you ever going to stop?" Zhang Hong complained as she was dragged away. Ever since they had started cultivating, her husband’s demands had increased, and she felt like she couldn't keep up.

"What do you know? It's precisely because we just ate that we need to exercise!"

With that, the couple disappeared from sight.

Watching them, Su Yifan couldn't help but frown slightly. *Dad... is he cultivating that diligently?*

Shaking off the thought, Su Yifan felt the fatigue of the long day setting in. After a quick shower, he went to bed early.