Mu Qianyue's soul power was entirely concentrated on the pill within the medicine furnace. The liquid gradually fused into an irregular pill, slowly becoming smooth and round under the baking of the flames.
The pill was formed.
Suddenly, the medicine cauldron shook violently, with constant 'bang bang bang' sounds coming from inside, as if something was trying to break free.
"Is this a Fifth Grade Pill?" Tong Ling's eyes widened in astonishment, his mouth agape as if he had seen a ghost.
It seemed only Fifth Grade Pills could cause such a commotion, right? He recalled his grandfather once refining a Fifth Grade Pill and mentioned that when a pill reached Fifth Grade, it would develop a spirit and try to escape. He remembered when his grandfather refined a Fifth Grade Pill, the cauldron was destroyed, and it almost escaped.
But that was the first and only time his grandfather refined a Fifth Grade Pill!
The higher the pill's grade, the more difficult it was to refine.
