The Capital's Dragon Doctor

Without further delay, Lin Feng began searching through the medicinal herbs Murong Yi Yun had presented to him that day. As he'd hoped, he quickly found what he was looking for.

The leaves of the Nine-leaf Snow Lotus were tinged with a faint white mist, making them appear exceptionally sacred and beautiful.

Lin Feng plucked a leaf and examined it carefully for a moment before placing it in his mouth and starting to chew.

PFFT.

Instantly, the leaf dissolved into a warm, sweet liquid that flowed down Lin Feng's throat and into his stomach.

A cool sensation then spread rapidly throughout his entire body, nourishing him from head to toe.

The Inner Strength of his Peak of Late Stage Innate cultivation also began to circulate, following the method prescribed in the Supreme Profound Medical Scripture, and started to frantically devour the pure, abundant energy.

As his Inner Strength circulated wildly, Lin Feng's aura began to steadily climb.

HUUFF.

About half an hour later, Lin Feng's breathing grew ragged, and his skin took on a faint, icy-blue hue.

The powerful fluctuations of his Inner Strength slowly faded, and his rising aura came to a halt.

HUUFF.

After a long moment, Lin Feng exhaled a foul breath and slowly opened his eyes.

'I'm surprised the Murong Family's preservation methods for their herbs are so effective.'

A faint smile touched Lin Feng's lips as he glanced at the Spiritual Medicine in his hand, now missing one leaf.

He had just been testing the herb's properties. It seemed the Murong Family hadn't tried to deceive him in the slightest.

Without further hesitation, his hands moved, plucking the remaining leaves and petals—which contained the bulk of the herb's medicinal properties—and placing them into the Pill Furnace.

He then took several other Spiritual Medicines and added them to the Pill Furnace in succession.

After completing this series of preparations, Lin Feng slowly exhaled and began the most crucial step.

Lighting the fire.

That's right—lighting the fire.

This time, the alchemy process was far from the simple affair of refining basic Healing Medicine like he had done before.

He was creating a truly potent pill.

In this case, using a mundane fire would be a complete waste of the Pill Furnace and the Spirit Grass inside.

'Ordinary Cultivators, and even myself before I began re-cultivating, would need to reach the Grandmaster Realm to project Inner Strength and transform it into fire.'

'But since I've started over, my Inner Strength is more than twice as pure. I might have a chance.'

A determined glint flashed in his eyes, and Lin Feng let out a low grunt.

The next moment, he activated his Cultivation Technique, the Supreme Profound Medical Scripture, and a torrent of powerful, pure Inner Strength surged from him.

The surface of his skin immediately turned a faint crimson, but no flames appeared.

As he channeled with all his might, sweat poured down his face, but he didn't lessen the output of his Inner Strength in the slightest.

Instead, he continued to pour a steady stream of Soul Power toward the fire vent beneath the Pill Furnace, his eyes filled with resolve.

He continuously recalled the process of creating fire from before his cultivation vanished, constantly adjusting the frequency of the Inner Strength flowing from his hands.

Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes... twenty minutes... Finally, after nearly thirty minutes, a muffled THUMP echoed, and a tiny crimson flame flickered to life beneath the Pill Furnace!

"It worked!"

Seeing the fire ignite before him, even with his usually calm demeanor, an obvious look of joy spread across Lin Feng's face.

After all, his current level was only the Late Stage of Innate.

Yet, he had accomplished something that required at least a Grandmaster: materializing Inner Strength. It was a frightening achievement.

He had no time to dwell on it, however. The most important thing now was to quickly refine the Nine-leaf Snow Lotus into a pill.

Lin Feng's technique was masterful. Each step progressed in a methodical, orderly fashion, as if he had practiced it millions of times, making it a mesmerizing sight.

About ten minutes passed, and Lin Feng had added almost half of the medicinal ingredients.

VMMMM—

In an instant, the brightly burning Pill Furnace began to thrum, as if releasing centuries of pent-up excitement at finally being used for alchemy again.

Lin Feng's expression was as tranquil as a still well. Alchemy was no simple task.

Especially now, his current realm made it difficult to achieve precise control over the flames. He could only rely on his profound understanding of the herbs themselves to guide him.

Unhurried, Lin Feng took out herbs from his Storage Space one by one and tossed them into the Pill Furnace, his hands constantly shifting through a series of seals.

SPUTTER.

Just as Lin Feng was about to add more herbs, a spark unexpectedly shot out from the fire.

Although the spark landed on the base of the Pill Furnace without causing any major damage, it signified his first failure.

'Hm? What's happening? Why is my Divine Sense being affected?'

'Is my realm not high enough? Or is it because the Innate Realm relies on Inner Strength, not the Spiritual Qi of the Grandmaster Realm?'

Lin Feng's brows knitted together. He could feel his Divine Sense being suppressed, and his control over the Spirit Grass had diminished significantly.

He struggled to free his Divine Sense from its restraints, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't regain full control.

Beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead, but he didn't stop, instead relying on his experience to make constant adjustments.

After all, this was far from his first time facing such a challenge, so he adapted quickly.

Everything fell quiet again.

However, Lin Feng's face had grown exceptionally pale.

His body swayed, and his footing became unsteady, nearly causing him to collapse.

The attempt had drained all of his mental energy and Inner Strength.

Fortunately, his physical body was incredibly resilient; otherwise, he would have likely collapsed from exhaustion.

Lin Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, and began circulating his energy to recover his Inner Strength.

Though he had failed, he had also succeeded.

He would just have to be extremely careful with the remaining steps of the alchemy.

HISS...

Taking a deep breath, Lin Feng brought himself to the optimal condition he could currently achieve before reaching for another herb.

The next moment, a tuft of eerie, blue flame flickered to life on his fingertip.

FWOOSH—

The moment the tuft of blue flame appeared, it began to dance wildly, emitting an astonishing amount of heat.

A flush crept across Lin Feng's face as he felt the searing heat wash over him.

Gritting his teeth against the heat, Lin Feng's hands moved in a blur as he tossed another of the more critical, remaining herbs into the furnace!

BANG!

Following the muffled bang, the herb was instantly engulfed by the intense heat, turning into a fine powder that settled inside the Pill Furnace.

Lin Feng had no time to inspect the residue; his hands were already a blur of motion once more.