Chapter 415: The Sacred Undead Realm… and You’re Using It for Farming?

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Hearing this, Yao Lao frowned and scolded angrily, "You ungrateful child! The path of cultivation is not one of smooth sailing. Stop reaching for things beyond your grasp!"

Receiving the criticism, Xiao Yan quickly tried to explain, "Master, I didn't mean it like that. I just want to become stronger, faster!"

Yao Lao merely snorted in response, turning away to continue his alchemy, like a disgruntled elder unwilling to spare him another word.

Watching his master's reaction, Xiao Yan shook his head in mild exasperation, realizing he had struck a nerve. He resigned himself to waiting for the right moment to make amends.

Meanwhile, in the quiet of the room, Shui Wuya sat meditating, emitting an aura of profound mystery, like a soft yet intense glow.

With his eyes closed, he seemed to draw the air around him into stillness, creating an atmosphere of solemnity and reverence.

Within him, the Undead Realm was constantly operating.

In the past, this realm was shrouded in a perpetual mist, seemingly isolated from the outside world.

But now, as Shui Wuyai's understanding of the world deepened, the Undead Realm had undergone significant changes.

The once-hazy realm was now filled with fertile burial soil.

This soil expanded across the space, creating vast stretches of land that seemed endless.

A quick glance revealed heaps of medicinal herbs, their sheer abundance dizzying. These had been acquired by Bohai Dong through the Mittel Clan's wealth and were now amassed here.

Shui Wuyai had carefully selected samples of each herb, planting them in the burial soil of the Undead Realm.

Now, the land teemed with exotic plants, emitting a fresh, invigorating fragrance, like a self-contained ecosystem.

The herbs in the burial soil, tainted by the power of the undead, began to display signs of transformation.

Initially, they had been ordinary medicinal plants, but as the undead power seeped into them, their growth patterns began to shift subtly.

In this mystical soil, each herb grew resiliently, with roots extending deep, absorbing the undead essence within the ground.

Gradually, the leaves took on a faint silvery glow, as though a veil of mist hovered gently over them.

Over time, the growth of these herbs accelerated noticeably; their leaves thickened and emitted a strange, captivating aura.

Some plants began to develop mysterious patterns on their leaves, resembling cryptic runes that glowed faintly.

Other herbs exhibited even more dramatic changes, with leaves taking on unusual hues—red like fire, green as the sea—releasing a rich, medicinal fragrance.

Some plants even bore crystalline dewdrops on their leaves, as if pearls formed from the condensation of undead power.

These altered herbs had become incredibly precious treasures, with powers far surpassing ordinary medicinal plants.

In one corner of the Undead Realm, Shui Wuya sat quietly beside an ancient, mystical alchemy cauldron, his expression solemn and focused.

Unlike ordinary cauldrons, this one was forged from undead power, radiating a soft, eerie blue light that conveyed a sense of mystery and reverence.

"This is the second attempt. It should succeed this time."

In his hand, Shui Wuyai held a seed of strange fire, its flames flickering with an unusual light, brimming with boundless power.

With a gentle flick of his hand, the seed entered the cauldron, instantly igniting into a fierce blaze.

As the flames rose, a thick medicinal fragrance spread throughout the Undead Realm.

A glimmer of satisfaction appeared in Shui Wuya's eyes. He understood the critical importance of crafting powerful pills, dedicating himself fully to each alchemical attempt.

Enveloped in flame, Shui Wuya began adding various precious herbs into the cauldron.

The herbs, radiating potent medicinal energy, were enveloped by the fire, churning and rolling within the cauldron to the sound of rhythmic alchemical harmony.

Shui Wuya's brows knitted slightly, his technique exceptionally skillful. Each stir blended the medicinal energies perfectly, allowing them to merge seamlessly.

His movements were steady and practiced, like a master with the fluid grace of flowing water.

After meticulous refining, the flames in the alchemy cauldron gradually subsided, giving way to transparent, gleaming pills that began to coalesce one by one.

These pills exuded immense medicinal power, filling the entire Undead Realm with the rich aroma of herbs.

Shui Wuya retrieved the pills from the cauldron, carefully examining their texture and color, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

He held up one pill delicately, scrutinizing it closely, sensing the potent medicinal energy it contained.

"This refining went rather smoothly," Shui Wuya murmured to himself. "The pills have a consistent texture and stable medicinal strength. They should yield quite good results."

He chuckled softly, reflecting on his recent alchemical pursuits, a trace of sentiment welling up in his heart.

Since joining Yao Lao and the others, he had developed a genuine interest in alchemy.

Previously, he hadn't been particularly enthused about pill-making.

But now, he saw alchemy as an appealing path of cultivation in its own right.

He pondered for a moment.

He had recently devised some unique pill formulas, like the Violet Heart Barrier-Breaking Pill and the Royal Extreme Pill, which could enhance the power of Fighters, Martial Masters, and Spirit Masters.

However, crafting pills to boost the strength of Dou Sovereigns remained out of reach due to a lack of experimental materials—a regret that lingered.

"It seems I need to keep refining my craft."

Shui Wuya's voice echoed through the empty Undead Realm, a hint of solitude in its tone.

"Hopefully, I'll eventually find suitable test materials," he said quietly. "Then, I'll be able to advance further in uncovering the secrets of alchemy."

Taking a deep breath, he set aside his lingering regrets, and a calmness settled over him.

The next morning.

The first light of dawn fell over the outer courtyard of Canaan Academy, casting a scene of peace and serenity.

Xiao Yan and Xiao Xun'er were already prepared, confidently stepping out of their dormitory, ready to face the challenges of the Inner Academy's entrance exam.

Just outside the dormitory door, they found Vice Dean Hu Po waiting for them.

Hu Po, dressed in a long cyan robe, had a profound gaze and an air of calm authority.

"Good morning, Vice Dean Hu Po," Xiao Yan greeted respectfully, and Xiao Xun'er followed suit.

Hu Po smiled and nodded. "Are you two ready? The Inner Academy exam is about to begin."

"We're fully prepared," Xiao Yan said boldly, a gleam of confidence in his eyes.

(End of Chapter)