Three days later in the inn, Lin Yun walked out of his room. Li Wuyou was shocked by what he was seeing. Lin Yun’s eyes had sunk in, his complexion yellowed, and he looked exhausted. Li Wuyou couldn’t help but laugh, “Wow! What have you been doing for the past three days? You look drained!”

“Get lost.” Lin Yun scolded as he laughed. He was in a good mood.

“Haha!” Li Wuyou’s laughter grew louder.

Over the past three days, Lin Yun gave up on his rest and refined thirteen Xiantian Pellets. Out of the thirteen, he only failed three times. He was quite happy to have such a high success rate. It was a fruitful harvest for him. If there were no accidents, he could use them to reach the sixth orifice of the Xiantian Realm.

However, the process consumed a lot of his energy, making the efficiency quite low. Basically, he only managed to refine ten pellets in three whole days. He couldn’t help but think of the alchemist from his memory who easily refined pellets. Everything that he did was related to the Age Sutra. So for Lin Yun, he could only increase his efficiency if he practiced.

As they were leaving the inn,...