Chapter 845: That Person, That Light (2)
He moved on to the fourth floor, then the fifth. Each level continued to resemble classrooms of varying sizes. The sixth and seventh floors were no different.
It wasn’t until he reached the twentieth floor that he finally saw something more telling, rooms that looked like laboratories. There were workbenches for slicing, sorting, grinding, and combining medicinal ingredients, as well as countless herb drawers and boxes. When he opened them, rich medicinal aromas wafted out.
"These are all rare spiritual herbs..." Li Xiaofei, now somewhat knowledgeable, could tell at a glance that the herbs were of exceptionally high quality.
He now understood that the first, second, and third floors of the Doushuai Palace were administrative areas. Then came classrooms for cultivating herbs and training alchemy apprentices. The higher the level, the more advanced the apprentices became, and the higher the grade of herbs they handled. Eventually, they began learning how to mix ingredients.
"If I keep going up, I’ll likely reach the actual pill-refining chambers."
Having found no trace of Little Aunt and the others, Li Xiaofei simply continued his ascent. As expected, he soon came across flame-control cultivation rooms, beginner-level alchemy rooms, and even private cultivation chambers for alchemists. There were also platforms designated for exchanging insights, sparring, and mutual refinement of techniques.
It became clear that this Doushuai Palace of the Third-Generation Heaven was no longer the legendary residence of the Grand Supreme Elder Lord. It wasn’t merely a sacred place for refining pills, it had become a comprehensive institution that encompassed herb procurement, pill production, alchemist training, advanced studies, and academic exchange.
If Li Xiaofei thought it over, such a transformation was unexpected, yet entirely logical. After all, the five Immortal Emperors, Ding Hao, Li Mu, Ye Qingyu, Sun Fei, and Lin Beichen had all originated from Earth. Their way of thinking still clearly bore the imprint of Earth’s technological civilization.
Naturally, the Heaven they rebuilt wasn’t the archaic, bureaucratic god-realm found in folk mythology. Instead, it had become a well-organized, functionally comprehensive stronghold of the Dao of Alchemy.
“Hm? There are immortal pills inside this gourd.”
Li Xiaofei spotted a purple-gold gourd hanging on the wall while he was exploring a pill chamber on the nineteenth floor. When he uncorked it, a fragrant medicinal scent wafted out, accompanied by a faint red glow.
He upended the gourd and was startled by the three deep-red pills that rolled into his palm. They were identical to the ones he had found on the golden-armored corpse of a celestial general in the ruins of Heaven. They were the same size, same hue, same sheen, same fragrance, and even the same weight. These were likely top-tier healing pills, capable of mending severe physical injuries.