Godslayer: Reincarnated with SSS Rank Cultivation System-Chapter 80: Absorbing information

That day, the world was doomed, as a new alchemist would soon be born, and his methods would shake the world one day.

That person was naturally Wen Ran.

He stood straight, his eyes glued to the old man’s hands as they worked. Every movement was deliberate, every gesture smooth with the precision of years of practice. The old man crushed the medicinal herbs with an expert touch, his hands fluid as they poured the crushed materials carefully into the bowl. Wen Ran’s gaze never wavered, trying to take in every tiny detail, every small nuance in the old man’s technique.

The old man picked up a small object, a grinding tool, and began to crush the plants into a fine powder, his hands moving with practiced ease. Wen Ran observed closely, noting how the old man’s fingers worked with such grace and power, effortlessly guiding the ingredients into their perfect form.

"Look closely," the old man’s voice broke through Wen Ran’s concentration. "The better you crush the materials, the easier it will be for the pill to form. A pill is only as strong as the materials you start with—and the process of transforming those materials depends on how well you prepare them. If you don’t take care here, you’ll have trouble later."

Wen Ran nodded, focusing intently. He could feel the weight of the master’s words, understanding that every step in the alchemical process had its own importance, its own significance. Every action mattered, from the crushing of the herbs to the final mixing of the ingredients. There was no room for mistakes, no room for shortcuts.

The old man moved toward the massive pill furnace, his hands steady. With a snap of his fingers, the furnace roared to life, flames curling up around it in a sudden burst of heat. The flames twisted and swirled in the air, a dance of fire that responded to the old man’s words, as if they were a living, breathing entity.

"My flame has been refined over many years," the old man continued, his voice calm and measured. "I’ve learned to keep perfect control over it—maintaining the temperature at exactly the level I need, when I need it. Alchemy is not just about mixing ingredients. It’s about understanding the very essence of fire, the essence of heat. A true alchemist must wield their flames like a master wields a sword—precisely, with purpose, and without hesitation."

The furnace began to hum gently, the soft sound almost like a heartbeat. The flames inside seemed to pulse with the rhythm of the old man’s words, responding as if they were alive.

Wen Ran stood there, absorbing the information like a sponge. He could feel the energy in the room change as the old man continued, each lesson sinking deeper into his understanding. This wasn’t just about creating pills. This was about control and power. It was about understanding how to manipulate the elements themselves, to turn them into tools that could shape the world.

The old man picked up the prepared ingredients, moving with precision. He dropped them into the furnace, and the fire flared in response, roaring louder for a moment before settling into a steady, controlled burn. The temperature inside the furnace seemed to adjust perfectly, maintaining a delicate balance as the herbs began to melt and merge.

"As you polish your alchemy skills, you’ll need to understand the essence of each herb," the old man continued, his voice growing quieter as he focused on the furnace. "Every ingredient has a spirit, a life of its own. You must coax it out, encourage it to release its full potential. Pills aren’t just about mixing and heating—they’re about unlocking the hidden power in the ingredients, drawing out the spirit of each herb. That’s the true art of alchemy."

Wen Ran’s heart raced with excitement. The more the old man spoke, the more he realized that alchemy was not just a skill—it was an art form, a way of life. Every pill had a soul, and to master alchemy, he would need to understand the spirit of the world around him. He would need to become one with the ingredients, the fire, and the furnace itself.

This is exactly what I’ve craved all my life! Wen Ran screamed inside.

In Wen Ran’s eyes, his master worked with such focus, his movements calm yet decisive. Wen Ran watched as the flames swirled around the furnace, its heat radiating outward, yet controlled. There was power in the way the old man wielded the fire, an invisible strength that resonated through the very air.

I wonder if I could ever control my own fire with such precision. I somehow feel it would take years, if not more, to master...

After a long moment, the old man’s hands moved to the furnace’s lid, gently lifting it with practiced ease with his spirit energy. He peered inside, nodding to himself with satisfaction. "It’s almost done," he said, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You see, the key to alchemy is understanding timing. If you rush, you ruin the pill. If you wait too long, it loses its potency. Timing is everything."

"Disciple thanks master for his guidance," Wen Ran nodded in understanding.

Wen Ran could feel his body tense in anticipation, his eyes locked on the furnace as the old man worked. The old man’s fingers moved to the side, reaching for a fairly big container, and he carefully extracted a freshly made pill from the furnace, its glow still faint but visible. He held the pill between his fingers, admiring its shape before turning to Wen Ran.

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"This," the old man said, holding out the pill, "is for your cultivation in the Spirit Flow stage. It will help you increase your speed and efficiency in refining your spiritual energy, helping you break through the barriers faster than you would normally be able to. Use it wisely, my disciple, for a pill like this is not something to take lightly."

"Thank you, master," Wen Ran said awkwardly. Despite the old man’s plots, he was the first person who had shown him warmth.

The pill was small, yet its surface glowed with a faint, golden hue. Wen Ran’s hand trembled as the old man placed it into his palm, the warmth from the pill resonating with his dantian. He felt a surge of power, a sensation of growth, as the pill began to absorb into his body.

"Now," the old man said, his voice full of approval, "it’s time for you to begin your real training."

Wen Ran nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He had taken the first step into a world of unimaginable power, and he knew that from here, there was no turning back.