Culmination of Culvitation

[Fills the Stock: Pill of Flow: 5/5]

[Mission Completed.]

[Reward:

Profession EXP: 500

Skill Unlocked: Chi Flow (1/3)]

Benefits: (Have the chance to boost cultivation) Every concoction you have made now has the same effect as Pill of Flow.

Effect limit: 1 Potion.]

Zhihao, remaining silent, found himself unable to articulate a response upon receiving this information. Bewilderment lingered as he questioned, "What does the limit effect mean?"

[Your limit will be reset when the applied effect to the elixir is consumed or disappears.]

Attempting to regain composure, the man faced Meisha. "Yes, I did, sister," he responded, turning to the other side. "I came across your notes and noticed the Pill of Flow stock is depleted in the drawer."

She then leaned forward towards Zhihao. "So, since I've never made a pill before," as he turned to his sister, he stammered and retreated. "I took the initiative to make one."

Continued to be demanded by the red-haired woman, Zhihao had stuck and stopped when he bumped into the wooden base kitchen cabinet. Meanwhile, Meisha continued to approach him who was now a few steps away.

"I know I'm in the wrong here because I read your notebook without your awareness," he admitted, lowering his head and avoiding extended eye contact. "I'm sorry, I wanted to ease your burden as an alchemist."

Zhihao who looked down noticed her foot right in front of him, not expecting that she would unfold both her hands towards him. Until he felt the warm touch that landed on both his cheeks, and she steered him to look at her face.

Zhihao was surprised to see Meisha lift her lips instead. "Thanks for what you've done," she almost whispered, releasing her hands. "I intended to make it but fell asleep."

"You know what it takes, don't you?" she added and turned around. "Now let us take a look at your craft."

Zhihao sighed, he thought Meisha would be upset but it was the opposite. His doubts were dispelled and he heeded his sister to see the mixture he had formed, approaching the sculpture tool on the table.

What Zhihao saw was the round objects arranged in the tool. Meisha took one of them, checking the condition. "The texture is still intact," she commented as she squeaked the Pill of Flow. "It's still elastic but that's fine, we still have to dry it."

She shifted her countenance toward Zhihao who was beside her. "Cold weather like this will aid," she took a detailed look at the mixture. "But, the most important aspect is the effect."

"Have you been cultivated at the Chi Gathering?" Meisha inquired. "No offense but I needed to make sure."

Zhihao felt something strange that he did not know the significance behind it. "No... what does that mean?"

"Non-cultivators," she began to explain, "will not feel the effects of this medicine. For that, let me test it."

Swiftly, she swallowed the pill without hesitation. "You're aware of the benefits, right? To improve our meridians for better cultivation," she commented, then proceeded to pick up the jar.

"Yeah, but, I still don't understand cultivation of some kind," Zhihao uttered, leaning against the table.

"Don't fool around," Meisha who had what she wanted returned to her original spot, wrapping the round objects in transparent, white paper. "Even in the orphanage, they teach you the basic knowledge about cultivation."

Zhihao felt the need to tell her everything that was on his mind, he then faced her with a serious expression. "Sister, I know this sounds absurd but when I didn't recognize you back then, it was no fool."

Meisha glanced until choosing to remain silent, still focused on placing the medicine into the jar. "I tell you the truth now," he continued as his sister chose to listen. "Almost all of my memories have disappeared and there is little left!"

"So, that's why I initially didn't recognize you, but fragments of remembrance surfaced," Zhihao closed himself off, turning towards Meisha, who now concentrated on him.

With a strange and confused expression, his sister replied, "Did you hit your head or something?" The woman who had stored all the medicine in the container then moved. "If that is true then you need her."

"What? Need who?" Zhihao gasped, extending both hands in complete bewilderment.

"Wu Xinran," she opened the cabinet and organized the Pill of Flow inside. "I'm not that much of an expert in cultivation myself."

She then turned around, observing Zhihao who was stunned. "I'm at Chi Gathering, a basic cultivation level. There is someone who can teach you about it better than me."

"Wait, wait," Zhihao stepped forward. "Tell me the basics, then. The level of cultivation."

Meisha sighed, opening the small cauldron filled with white liquid. With just a whiff, she knew the elixir and scooped it up, pouring it into a cup. "There are nine levels, each awakening strengthens your soul and enriches your lifespan."

Didn't care about the heat, she sipped the drink before answering. "The order is Chi Gathering, Chi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul, Soul Formation, Void Transformation, Immortal Ascension."

She paused, approaching the black-haired man, who remained unresponsive. "The final culmination of cultivation is Divine Transformation," she smiles and taps his chest, about to return to the store. "Thanks for the blanket."

Zhihao let Meisha step into the room and he curiously opened his data information.

[Data Information:

Name: Lin Zhihao

Race: Human

Profession: Alchemist (Novice)

Profession EXP: 45% to Apprentice

Age: 17

Cultivation: Not Cultivate (75% to Chi Gathering)

Dantian: 100

Chi Regeneration: 10%

STR: 5

DEX: 5

END: 5

INT: 25

WIS: 25

CHA: 10

More Details]

Zhihao furrowed his brows and murmured, "What the hell? How did I earn this far?" In the hushed room where the rain could be heard, Zhihao wondered. "Is it because of the Power Link?"

Zhihao opted to rest in his room, while Meisha appeared engrossed in experiments at the store. The sun rose brightly between clouds, forming a beautiful shape akin to artwork that could evoke appreciation.

The grass in front of the store is now lush and tall to the point that butterflies land on it. Zhihao was seen sitting on a small wooden chair, cutting the vegetation with a rather large lawn mower. Until someone's voice forced Zhihao to turn his head.

"Excuse me, is this shop open?" the woman with her elegant blonde hair asked, she wore an opulent hanfu that looked not from the village.

Zhihao rose on his feet, approaching her with a warm smile. "Yes, we are open. How can I assist?"

She was silent for a moment. Her beautiful face indicating as she was like in her thirties, scrutinized the man. "Are you Lin Zhihao?"