Pills were categorized into four classes based on their quality.

Class D pills were the least pure and the least effective, but they were still much better than defective pills. Many cultivators who didn’t have much money but still wanted to make a breakthrough would buy these pills.

Class C pills were most people’s first choice. They would only go for Class D pills when Class C ones weren’t available.

Only the elders had the ability to make Class B pills.

The legendary Class A pills could only come from the principal of the school. They had inscriptions on them. In his test run, Himmel Soan already achieved Class A Healing Pills.

However, the raw materials were ordinary, so he only made Grade 3 Healing Pills.

Pills had nine grades, with one being the lowest and nine the highest. Each grade had its specific guidelines.

Essence Refinement cultivators couldn’t use Grade 3 pills, or they would implode. However, Golden Core cultivators could use any pills from Grade 1 to Grade 3. The higher the grade, the more effective the pills.

“You did it!” Firey was glad to see Himmel Soan succeed.

“Would you like to try?” Seeing that Firey was interested, Himmel Soan suggested.

“Great!” Firey took over the furnace and started the work.

Himmel Soan guided her from the side. The furnace gave a thump…

The first trial failed. Firey didn’t use suitable heat. Ten minutes later, the second trial failed again. This time, she had used suitable heat, but her mind wandered off when she thought about what to eat the next day.

The pills were burnt.

“Making pills isn’t for me. It’s not fun at all! I’m done!” Firey pouted and wasn’t pleased with the outcome.

She felt she would succeed on the next trial. However, she still decided to give up. Making pills was too boring for her. She’d rather spend her time daydreaming.

Seeing that Firey didn’t want to try again, Himmel Soan chuckled and let her go off to play. Before long, he went back to the furnace. He put all of Firey’s defective pills into it and observed them with the spiritual fire.

He examined the ingredients that were chaotic and redundant and separated them from the other ingredients. He then combined what was left.

Bang!

The furnace made another muffled noise.

Lifting the lid, he saw that the defective pills had turned into perfectly round Class A pills. A few of them seemed to lack some medicinal properties and were only Class B pills.

That was understandable because those properties were lost when defective pills were made.

He considered this outcome quite satisfactory. He had only used three out of the ten portions of the materials to master the skill. It was all about comprehending the process.

Himmel Soan realized that the content in the book was incorrect, proven by his demonstration. He had perfect control over his spiritual essence, so he could do much more.

The following day, Himmel Soan opened his door to find hundreds of people gathering outside.

What was going on?

He was perplexed. He was going to make more pills. Why were there so many people?

“Tine, trust me! His ability is beyond your imagination!”

“Yes! Ein is right!”

“I agree!”

“Me, too!”

“Enough! Don’t you have better things to do?!” Elder Tine couldn’t help but bellow at the others. She found the other elders so childish. “You’ve never seen him refine any pills, nor do you know his level. How do you know he’s a master?

“Stop! Don’t talk to me about some defective pill ideas! I brought it up a long time ago, but you all laughed at me! What are you doing now?

“I admitted later that you were right. The pills can’t be remade. Wait here if you want to. I’m going back to my pills.”

Elder Tine was straightforward in her conduct. She was annoyed. She had come to this branch because it was quieter here. However, these old men behaved as if they were high on drugs and wouldn’t stop talking.

They asked her to come here, but she couldn’t see that master anywhere. Why were they so obsessed with a person they didn’t know anything about?

“The door’s open. Tine, just take a look. If he can’t do it, I’ll give you five red cores!”

Elder Tine frowned. “Do you mean that?”

“Of course!”

Only then did Elder Tine agree to wait.

Himmel Soan led Firey into the courtyard and started preparing for his alchemy session. Since they were here to watch him make pills, he didn’t think he needed to say anything.

Elder Tine was dumbfounded when she saw Himmel Soan’s face.

“Have you been calling this teenager a master? And this little girl is with him?

“You’re the master here! Master Bull**!”

She lost interest upon seeing Himmel Soan. How can this teenager be some genius master? It must be a joke! These old men must have forgotten to take their medicine last night.

“Remember to send me the cores!”

Elder Tine left after that. She’d rather work on her new pills than watch some performance here!

Elder Ein didn’t know what to say. He thought, You look like a teenage girl! Don’t judge a book by its cover!

Meanwhile, Himmel Soan finished his preparation.

“Alright, I’m going to start making pills,” he told the crowd behind him.

He then sat down and opened the furnace. The pills he was going to make were a little special.

No…

It wasn’t the pills that were special, the method was.

He was going for Grade 7 pills. Refining them was neither too easy nor too difficult for Elder Ein. However, he had never heard of making Grade 7 pills with Grade 3 materials.

Himmel Soan was going to use those seven portions of Grade 3 materials to make some Grade 7 pills today!