Feipu Manor, in the Osmanthus Forest, Bu Xian Pavilion.
At this moment, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and the sunlight was sprinkling down, shining onto the Bu Xian Pavilion.
Qin Yang sat cross-legged on a cushion, the Purple Jade Pill Furnace floating in front of him.
From morning until now, Qin Yang had been sitting for eight to nine hours. The elixir in the floating pill furnace before him was the last batch of Primordial Spirit Pills, and the pills inside had already been nurtured to completion.
"Pills are formed, open the furnace."
Qin Yang's hand gesture changed, and the lid of the Purple Jade Pill Furnace flew off, releasing a rich fragrance of pills that instantly wafted out.
Qin Yang withdrew the True Fire from within the furnace. With a wave of his right hand, ten round pills flew out, which he collected into his palm.
"Except for one defective pill, the remaining nine Primordial Spirit Pills are of good quality."
