As Zhang Qilin continued refining pills, his sensations and comprehension deepened. Time passed swiftly. Hu Bayi and Fatty were in charge of procuring medicinal herbs, while Zhang Qilin handled the refining. Shirley Yang observed from the side.
"One furnace, two furnaces, until a hundred furnaces."
Zhang Qilin refined a total of twelve hundred pills. With each furnace, he experienced a new sensation. These feelings were subtle, and Zhang Qilin noticed his refining techniques becoming more proficient, and his understanding of pills reached a new level. Three days later, Zhang Qilin, Shirley Yang, and Tuan Tuan were the happiest. Seeing the piles of pills, Tuan Tuan was so excited she buried her head in them. These pills were too low-grade for Hu Bayi and the others to have a high chance of benefiting from them, meaning they were essentially all Tuan Tuan's. Tuan Tuan clutched the pills, drooling. The pill fox had finally stood up again. Any pill that fell in Beili would be hers, the pill fox! The little fox proudly lifted her head. This was happier than New Year's.
Shirley Yang, having observed Zhang Qilin's refining for so long, also gained new insights. When she refined again, she could directly produce mid-grade pills. Zhang Qilin, through refining, regained some familiar sensations, and his pill-making skills ascended to another tier. Perhaps this amnesia was not harming Zhang Qilin but, indirectly, helping him advance further. Time continued to pass. Zhang Tian stabilized his cultivation, while Hu Bayi and the others assisted Zhang Qilin in refining pills and helped Shirley Yang learn.
Two more months passed. It was autumn. The leaves in Beili had begun to turn yellow. Yellowing fallen leaves, thicker coarse cloth clothes worn by pedestrians, stalks of wheat, and corn cobs all appeared on the streets of Beili. One day, Tuan Tuan woke up from a large pile of pills. She rubbed her eyes and patted the small turtle beside her. "Turtle, it's time to wake up. Tuan Tuan is going to the market!" Tuan Tuan patted the small turtle's head. The small turtle rolled in the pile of pills. "Kaka." The small turtle made a sound, clearly unwilling to go out. Outside, the willow tree's leaves had fallen, indicating that autumn had arrived. Beili's spring, summer, autumn, and winter were distinct, and the changing seasons were clearly visible.
Shirley Yang sat alone in front of the pill furnace. After months of study and comprehension, she had become a modestly accomplished alchemist. Zhang Qilin had also found his main focus, not rushing to recover his memories, but instead solidifying his own foundation further. Fatty emerged from his room. Despite a night of diligent labor, Fatty was still full of spirit. "Old Hu!" "Spiderwebs have grown outside the Boss's room, it needs cleaning." Fatty shouted, and Hu Bayi also came out of his room. The stubble on his chin and his simple clothes indicated that Hu Bayi had lived a simple life these past months. He was brushing his teeth with an iron mug. "I'll clean it later." "You useless fatty, can't you lift a finger?" Hu Bayi glared at Fatty, spitting out some mouthwash.
"No need to clean." "I'm out." Suddenly, Zhang Tian's voice echoed. The next moment, the door to the room was pushed open, and Zhang Tian's figure slowly emerged. Upon seeing Zhang Tian, Hu Bayi forgot to brush his teeth. "Holy cow, Boss, you're finally out!" "Fatty's been waiting for ages." Fatty said, his eyes slightly unfocused, and rushed forward. Zhang Tian waved his hand, sending Fatty flying several meters away. "Ah~ It's the Boss, the Boss's hand is still so warm." Fatty touched his face, instantly sobering up.
Zhang Tian looked at the willow tree. "It's already autumn. I didn't expect time to pass so quickly." Zhang Tian mused, then walked up to Hu Bayi. "Miss Yang has made great progress recently." Seeing that Shirley Yang could refine mid-grade pills, Zhang Tian felt a bit pleased. "Yes, she's been diligently studying. How are you doing?" Hu Bayi nodded, looking at Zhang Tian with concern. Zhang Tian nodded. It was ready. "We can depart immediately and head directly to Zangxi." "Or we can go tomorrow." Zhang Tian said. At the same time, he waved his hand, and a trace of cyan lightning appeared. Zhang Tian had fully mastered the power of the cyan lightning and had also cultivated to the intermediate level. The primary reason for his rapid cultivation was that Zhang Tian had been staying in the illusory space. With the amplification of the Muchen Bead, Zhang Tian's cultivation speed naturally increased.
"What is this?" "Sect Master, did you evolve into a god?" Hu Bayi's eyes widened. If you spoke of Daoist magic, Hu Bayi could accept it calmly, but Zhang Tian conjuring lightning with a wave of his hand, what was going on? Hu Bayi was not only shocked but also bewildered. In the past, lightning and fire were usually produced with talismans, and sometimes fire could be shaped with true qi. But to directly produce lightning, and cyan lightning at that, Hu Bayi couldn't understand.
"Oh my god, Boss, what is this?" Looking at the crackling arc of lightning in Zhang Tian's hand, Fatty curiously reached out to touch it. "Fatty, don't touch it!" Zhang Tian shouted. But before Zhang Tian could finish, Fatty's hand had already touched the cyan lightning. "Crack." A crisp sound was heard. Hu Bayi, Shirley Yang, and even Zhang Qilin inside the house rushed over. Fatty's body suddenly stiffened, and his hair instantly became disheveled. Then, Fatty fell to the ground stiffly, twitching. He even blew out several smoke rings from his mouth.
"Well, Fatty, cyan lightning can't be touched casually. This thing is lightning. Except for me, if you touch it, you'll get shocked." Zhang Tian blinked, feeling a bit speechless about Fatty. This guy's hand speed was too fast; he must have practiced his right hand quite a bit in the past. "Pfft!" Then, Wang Fei, covered in soot, crawled out of Fatty's wooden pendant, clearly having been shocked as well because the wood was conductive. Zhang Tian licked his lips; he really didn't mean for it to happen.
"Brother Zhang, this..." Shirley Yang looked at the two fallen figures, unsure what to say. Good heavens, electrocuting two people at once, and they were both cultivators. Zhang Tian's lightning was truly powerful. Even Hu Bayi was stunned. Fatty was a physical cultivator, and yet he was instantly paralyzed by the shock. And Wang Fei, who was sleeping at home, wasn't spared, showing how powerful it was. "It's fine, I'll help them." Zhang Tian took out two pills and fed them to Fatty and Wang Fei. Gradually, their breathing stabilized. Wang Fei woke up first, looking at Zhang Tian's cyan lightning with fear. Ghosts were most afraid of this thing. If it accidentally struck them, the consequences were unimaginable. "Young Master Zhang, please behave yourself." Wang Fei said, then flashed and disappeared from his spot. Zhang Tian touched his cheek; it was Fatty who touched it himself, wasn't it? It really wasn't his fault.
"Ahem, Boss, this thing of yours isn't a toy." Fatty coughed dryly, then his head drooped, and he fell asleep again. The people around were momentarily speechless, but then, their gazes all turned to Zhang Tian. Where did Zhang Tian's lightning come from?