The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1196: Tear of the Gods

"Mhmm, I consider myself decent," Ling Feng said casually.

"You... you're refining what grade of medicinal pill? With your current cultivation, it must be at least a fifth or sixth grade pill to have any effect, right?" Yang Huanzhi swallowed hard. He didn't dare to guess higher.

After all, Ling Feng was far too young. Every true alchemy grandmaster he had ever heard of was at least forty or fifty years old, most of them old men in their seventies or eighties.

"A seventh-grade pill. The Profound Sea Condensing Pill," Ling Feng said calmly, showing no hint of pride.

Tuoba Yan, standing nearby, was not surprised. She already knew Ling Feng's ability in alchemy and had long accepted that nothing about him was ordinary.

"You said what?"

Yang Huanzhi almost jumped to his feet in shock. "S-Seventh grade? That would make you at least a sixth-grade alchemist! How is that even possible?"

"Roughly sixth-grade," Ling Feng replied with a faint smirk. "Enough talk. I'm going to start refining. Remember, don't let anyone disturb me."

With that, he turned and walked toward the alchemy room. Yang Huanzhi stood frozen, dazed and speechless.

Barely in his twenties, Ling Feng could already defeat half-step Human Emperors in battle. That was shocking enough. But to think he was also a sixth-grade alchemist!

Was this man even human?

Yang Huanzhi began to suspect that Ling Feng might be possessed by some ancient monster. Otherwise, how could anyone be so impossibly gifted?

...

Inside the alchemy room.

"A seventh-grade high-tier medicinal pill!"

Ling Feng murmured. He examined the ingredients needed for the Spirit Condensing Pill, then glanced at the furnace before him. It was barely good enough to handle fifth-grade refinement.

He sighed. Let's hope it works.

Ling Feng was not short of wealth, but these ingredients were rare. He had enough for only two attempts at most.

He steadied his mind and began the process. The first step was to preheat the alchemy furnace.

This low-tier furnace was far inferior to the Flame Valley Xuanling Cauldron, which could heat up instantly. Preheating it required time and energy, testing both patience and control of elemental force.

Next, Ling Feng began purifying the herbs. His movements were calm and methodical.

...

About an hour later, at the front of an inn.

"Are you sure this is the one?" Murong Han asked coldly.

Outside the carriage, a Murong Clan lackey stood drenched in sweat. "Yes, lord steward, I'm sure. Tracking auras is my specialty, those two are definitely inside this inn. There's no mistake!"

Murong Qianjun's tone was gloomy. "You've done well. Here's your reward, one million high-grade elemental stones!"

At once, the surrounding attendants looked at the lucky man with envy. One million high-grade elemental stones.

That was more than they could earn in decades!

What made it worse was that Ling Feng and his companions hadn't even tried to hide. After leaving the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce, they had gone straight back to the inn across the street. Anyone with eyes could have seen them.

That informant had only been quicker to speak up than the rest, and now he was a millionaire. What a stroke of luck!

"Damn that bastard!" Murong Qianjun's body trembled with fury. That boy had injured him and didn't even bother to conceal himself afterward. He was treating him like nothing!

"Calm yourself," Murong Han said, pressing a firm hand on his son's shoulder. "Since I've come forward for you, that boy will die today. No matter who he is, he will not survive!"

"Thank you, Father!"

Murong Qianjun's jaw tightened. The hatred in his heart burned so fiercely he wanted to skin Ling Feng alive.

To beat his handsome face like this and cause him to completely lose face in front of so many people, this kind of humiliation can only be washed away with blood!

"I was too hesitant before," Murong Han said with a sigh.

A glint of anger flashed in his eyes as a gemstone appeared in his palm, shaped like a teardrop. "If I had let you trade this Tear of the Gods for the Yin-Yang Stone earlier, none of this would have happened."

Murong Qianjun's throat tightened. His gaze fixed on the "Tear of the Gods", and he swallowed unconsciously.

He remembered clearly how this "Tear of the Gods" had been bought at the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce auction.

It had cost nearly half the Murong Clan's fortune to win the bid.

The gem was called the "Tear of the Gods" because of its shape, though it was not truly the tear of any god.

It was a rare stone from beyond the heavens, known for its extraordinary power.

Restoration!

Every divine weapon, no matter how high its grade, would eventually suffer damage or cracks. The "Tear of the Gods" could restore any weapon, regardless of its level or material.

Spiritual artifacts, sacred artifacts, it made no difference!

When the gem was unearthed, its discovery had shaken the entire Tianlan Sea Region. In the end, it was Murong Han who had managed to claim it.

The Yin-Yang Stone was valuable, but if traded for the "Tear of the Gods", even Yangshu Zi would never have refused.

Murong Han shook his head. "It's too late to regret now."

He looked at his son, then placed the Tear of the Gods in Murong Qianjun's palm. "Take it. I'll reclaim the Yin-Yang Stone for you and give you this Tear of the Gods as well. Perhaps that will ease your anger."

"Thank you, Father!"

Murong Qianjun clenched the Tear of the Gods tightly, his heart swelling with excitement.

The beating he had taken no longer felt like a loss at all!