Chapter 8 The Effect of Waste Pills

"Is this... a waste pill?"

Ye Chunyang had never seen this kind of pill before, and he didn't investigate it, but the waste pill surprised him a little.

It was obvious that some disciple failed in refining the pill and threw it here casually.

He was envious and regretful.

After all, this waste pill was made by spending a lot of spiritual herbs and failed to be refined.

These high-level disciples just have money and throw it away casually.

"Even if it is a waste pill, it still has medicinal properties. I am worried about my slow cultivation speed. Why don't I go back and think of a way to see if I can melt the medicinal properties in the waste pill?"

The sudden idea made Ye Chunyang a little excited.

At this time, his eyes became hot when he looked at the bottle of waste pill in his hand.

Even if ordinary people think of re-melting, they will never do so.

First, the medicinal properties of the failed pills are mixed. Even if they are refined again, the medicinal power is no longer pure. Taking it carelessly may hurt oneself.

Second, this move is extremely laborious and not worth the loss.

But Ye Chunyang dared to have such an idea.

It was because ordinary people only had one body, so they naturally didn't dare to try it easily.

But he had two bodies, so if they were evenly divided, the damage rate would naturally be lower.

"Let's give it a try!"

Risks also come with opportunities.

He only had four spiritual roots, so in order to improve his cultivation faster, no matter how big the risk was, it was worth a try!

So he held the jade bottle in one hand and the spirit stone in the other, and quickened his pace back.

As soon as he entered the house, Ye Chunyang called Ye Xiaobao, asked him to hold the spirit stone tightly, and then waited attentively.

Soon, the spirit stone glowed, and Ye Chunyang's eyes also focused.

The light on the spirit stone increased greatly, revealing a single earthy yellow luster.

It was extremely bright.

"It turned out to be a heavenly spirit root of earth attribute."

After seeing the dazzling yellow spirit stone, Ye Chunyang was surprised, but he had mixed feelings.

Could it be that he was dragging Ye Xiaobao down in cultivation?

However, after this, he also had a new understanding of Ye Xiaobao's clone.

Ye Xiaobao and he were originally one, and Ye Xiaobao had such good qualifications, so he was the direct beneficiary.

He was no longer troubled by his poor qualifications.

"With Ye Xiaobao's help, my current cultivation speed is estimated to be about the same as that of a dual spiritual root. Compared with Su Xueyuan, who has a natural spiritual root, it is still too slow. I must speed up my cultivation."

"But because of this, I should be more low-key in the future and not let people see the clues. It would be bad if Ye Xiaobao was exposed."

Then, Ye Chunyang no longer thought about it and turned his attention to the waste pills he picked up.

"Although these pills are defective, they have also been made by alchemists. If there is no specific method, how can I melt them?"

Looking at the waste pills in the bottle, Ye Chunyang was a little embarrassed.

After all, he was not an alchemist and didn't know how to melt the pills.

Gritting his teeth, he simply stuffed a waste pill directly into Ye Xiaobao's mouth.

Although it was the most clumsy way, he had to try it with courage.

A quarter of an hour passed, and Ye Chunyang did not feel any changes in Ye Xiaobao, nor did his own body feel anything unusual.

Half an hour later, the situation was still the same.

Ye Chunyang frowned.

In the past, he could feel the spiritual power running from Ye Xiaobao even with ordinary ingredients cooked with a spiritual spoon.

But at this moment, there was no spiritual power fluctuation, which was really abnormal.

Ye Chunyang was puzzled.

If this waste pill had lost its medicinal properties, why was the toxicity in it useless to Ye Xiaobao?

After waiting for another half an hour, nothing happened.

"Did I guess wrong? It seems that the waste pill is really a waste pill, and it has no effect at all."

Ye Chunyang sat down dejectedly, sighing with his head down.

After a while, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly raised his head and clapped his hands: "By the way, maybe it's because the medicinal power of a waste pill is too small."

While muttering to himself, he poured out all the waste pills in the bottle and stuffed them into Ye Xiaobao's mouth.

Sure enough, within a moment, Ye Chunyang felt something strange in his stomach, and he had the urge to go straight to the toilet.

"Could it be that Ye Xiaobao had a stomachache, and the side effects were transferred to me?"

Ye Chunyang's face changed, and the feeling of rolling in his stomach made him arch his body and rush into the toilet.

A burst of violent pulling and violent discharge broke out, and the whole toilet seemed to tremble because of it.

Ye Chunyang breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that his whole body was exhausted and powerless.

But then suddenly a boiling heat spread into his limbs and bones.

White smoke rose from his head, not only did his physical strength recover instantly, but his spiritual power was constantly expanding.

This change surprised him.

He quickly practiced the Qi Refining Method.

Five consecutive Qi powers suddenly came out of his body.

The cultivation level suddenly broke through from the fourth level of Qi Refining to the fifth level.

"I actually broke through to the fifth level of Qi Refining. The power of the waste pill is really effective!"

Ye Chunyang was excited.

I didn't expect that I could break through after going to the toilet.

However, it was obvious that the waste pills were too toxic, and Ye Xiaobao had to excrete the toxicity after digesting them before the medicinal effect could be exerted.

"If an ordinary person took such a large amount of waste pills, the toxicity would have exploded their bodies long ago, but I can excrete it just by going to the toilet. It seems that Ye Xiaobao is really immune to the impact of the medicinal effect."

Ye Chunyang felt that this was the most comfortable time he had ever had.

Others still need to study hard, but he can improve his cultivation just by going to the toilet. The gap is too big.

"The effect of taking this large amount of waste pills at once is indeed not small. It seems that I can find more waste pills for Ye Xiaobao to take in the future."

"But now my cultivation is at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and I can go to the Magic Pavilion to choose spells at any time."

When I woke up just after entering the sect that day, Sun Quan said that after cultivating to the fifth level of Qi Refining, I can go to the Magic Pavilion to choose spells.

Ye Chunyang also saw the introduction of spells on the introductory scroll.

He had been looking forward to this for a long time.

But on second thought, he thought that he should not be impatient.

"I just exposed my cultivation at the fourth level of Qi Refining during the day. If I rush to the Magic Pavilion now, wouldn't it be telling everyone that I have reached the fifth level of Qi Refining..."

If he breaks through again in such a short time, it will definitely make people suspicious, and there may be a risk of exposing Ye Xiaobao.

So, he resisted the urgency of going to the Magic Pavilion to choose spells.

In the following days, Ye Chunyang seemed to be doing kitchen chores in the dining room as usual during the day.

At night, he took Ye Xiaobao to practice, gradually refining the remaining medicinal power of the waste pill, so that the breath gradually stabilized.

…

Time flies, and it passes quickly.

In a blink of an eye, Ye Chunyang has been in the sect for half a year, and there are dead leaves falling in the yard.

One day, just after dawn, the door of the simple wooden house was already opened.

After half a year of hard practice, Ye Chunyang's body is much stronger than when he was a mortal, and there is a faint confidence between his eyebrows.

During this period, Ye Chunyang learned the lesson of the last time he misjudged Su Hu's cultivation, and he did not bury his head in hard practice.

Most of the time, he buried himself in the sea of books, consulted many classics, and learned a lot about the world of immortal cultivation.

Although his cultivation level has not improved by one level, he has vaguely touched the peak of the fifth level and can break through to the sixth level of Qi Refining at any time.

But in the past six months, Su Xueyuan still hasn't come to find him, and even Su Hu, who was beaten away by him, has never shown up again.

He was puzzled but also vaguely uneasy.

"Now I can go to the Magic Pavilion and have a look."

So, after finishing the kitchen chores in the evening, Ye Chunyang settled Ye Xiaobao and sneaked into the Magic Pavilion.

...

The magic ranges from elementary, intermediate, advanced to supreme levels.

Lingyun Sect has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and the Magic Pavilion contains countless secrets.

As far as Ye Chunyang knows, there are even supreme magics hidden in it.

This time when I go to the Magic Pavilion, I must be very selective.

Thinking of this, Ye Chunyang was about to walk to the Magic Pavilion.

Suddenly, his steps paused.

I saw a few familiar faces in front of him walking towards him.