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However, Jiang Shiliu knew nothing about this matter. Therefore, she devoted herself entirely to refining the Qi and Blood Pills. She was incredibly busy, diligently refining dozens of batches of Qi and Blood Pills in succession.

Initially, each batch of pills could only produce one finished product, but with the accumulation of experience and the gradual improvement of skills, the number of pills produced per batch slowly increased to three. Nevertheless, no matter how hard Jiang Shiliu tried, this output seemed to have reached its limit, and there was no way to break through it further.

However, as the saying goes, practice makes perfect. Although the number of pills failed to increase, the repeated refining experiences brought her many unexpected gains. First, the refining time was greatly reduced; what used to be a time-consuming task became much more efficient. Second, the quality of the pills improved significantly; not only were their medicinal effects stronger, but they also contained fewer impurities. Furthermore, even the patterns on the surface of the pills became increasingly complex and exquisite, as if they contained some kind of mysterious power.

Just as Jiang Shiliu was immersed in the intense process of refining, her senior sister, Qingyan, returned from the dueling arena to Tianyan Peak. Coincidentally, the reason Qingyan went straight to the alchemy room was simply because, from afar, wisps of smoke were still rising from the roof of the alchemy room.

Qingyan's heart skipped a beat, and she thought to herself, "Could it be that the alchemy room has caught fire?" Thinking of this, she dared not delay for a moment, and hurried towards the alchemy room like a gust of wind.

The small figure was intently focused on the enormous iron pot before her, seemingly concentrating on refining some mysterious substance. Qingyan felt a surge of curiosity and slowly approached, softly asking, "Little Shiliu, what are you doing all alone here? And why is there such a large hole in the roof of this alchemy room, with thick black smoke billowing out? Could it be… you're cooking here?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shiliu abruptly raised her head, her eyes filled with surprise and excitement. She exclaimed sweetly, "Ah, it's Senior Sister Qingyan, you're back! I'm not cooking, I'm refining an incredibly precious pill—the Qi and Blood Pill recipe taught to me by my Third Senior Brother. Before, when I tried to refine pills using ordinary alchemy furnaces, they either exploded, making a complete mess, or I failed miserably. So, I had a sudden inspiration—could I borrow the large iron pot I used for refining weapons to try refining pills? Maybe it would have a miraculous effect!" As she spoke, Jiang Shiliu's face beamed with a confident and expectant smile, as if she were brimming with confidence in her bold idea.

"So, this huge hole was caused by the furnace exploding when you were refining pills?! My goodness, the power is just too much! I really don't know what you guys were thinking. By the way, where is your third senior brother? Logically speaking, shouldn't he be there carefully teaching you how to make pills? Why is he nowhere to be seen?" Qingyan sighed, shaking her head as she held her forehead with a helpless expression.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shiliu seemed to suddenly remember something important. She slapped her forehead and hurriedly explained to Qingyan in a flustered and incoherent manner, "Look at my memory! Not long ago, my third senior brother ate a pill that I personally refined. The surface of that pill had some rather unique patterns, and my third senior brother was very curious about it, so he asked me for it to taste. Who would have thought that not long after he ate that pill, he started having a nosebleed! Senior sister, there's no time to lose, you should hurry to my third senior brother's room to check on him. I'm so worried, I'm afraid something bad might happen to him!" After saying this, Jiang Shiliu's face was full of anxiety, her two small hands were tightly clenched together, and her eyes were fixed on Qingyan, as if waiting for her to take immediate action.

As soon as Jiang Shiliu finished speaking, Song Shiyue arrived in front of the two of them and explained why he had returned to his room earlier: "No need to worry, I'm fine. I just accidentally got my clothes dirty when the furnace exploded, so I went back to my room to change. Junior Sister, please let me handle the pills you've refined. There are indeed some minor problems with these pills, and I need to have Elder Yao examine them. Your time studying here is also coming to an end, so go and have some food first, and then go and practice your swordsmanship with your Senior Sister Qingyan in the afternoon."

Although Jiang Shiliu didn't understand why her third senior brother would say such a thing, she figured he must have his reasons. So, Jiang Shiliu very obediently picked up a small cloth bag beside her, put all the pills she had refined into it, and then handed it to Song Shiyue.

Qingyan was also somewhat bewildered, because in her eyes, her third junior brother, Song Shiyue, was an excellent person in both character and conduct. Moreover, he was one of the most skilled alchemists in the sect, and ranked among the top alchemists outside the sect. Now, he was saying that he couldn't understand the problems with the pills refined by her junior sister, Jiang Shiliu!

Although Qingyan was full of doubts, it was indeed close to noon. Even if she and her third junior brother didn't eat, her junior sister still needed to eat.

So Qingyan took her junior sister to the sect for lunch, while Song Shiyue picked up the pills and flew directly to the Medicine Peak on his sword.

By the way, the reason we can fly on swords within the sect now is entirely because our master, Yun Che, shut down the entire sect's teleportation array. The sect leader had no choice but to abolish the rule against freely flying on swords within the sect.

The main reason was that too many disciples complained, and the sect leader was unable to appease them, so he had no choice but to abolish the rule.