Six months later, Ning Daoran emerged from seclusion.
"Buzz~~"
A ripple pierced through the prohibition, and he came out with his face covered in dust and dirt.
Contrary to his estimates, the Dust-falling Pill truly deserved to be among the great pills of the third-tier elixirs, proving to be so difficult to refine!
After Ning Daoran squandered all the Dust-falling Grass and Nichang Flowers that met the required age, he managed to produce only three furnaces of pills, yielding one top-grade Dust-falling Pill, two genuine Dust-falling Pills, and in addition, one substandard Dust-falling Pill.
Overall, at least he and White Deer now possessed the elixirs needed for Core Formation.
...
After storing the extremely precious Dust-falling Pills in a storage ring, Ning Daoran made his way to the fishpond.
"Little Blackie, come out."
His gaze was icy cold.
"Squeak~~~"
The water in the pond swirled as a dark and ferocious head slowly surfaced—it was the Ink Jiao Dragon.