C4 Scanning Pill Room

"Haha, slap me ten times? You, a nobody without a dantian, think you can slap me ten times?"

Ye Feilong burst into laughter as his sixth-level Qi Martial Stage aura exploded forth. "Let me show you right now what it feels like to be slapped ten times..."

Remaining cool and composed, Ye Feilong challenged, "You dare to start a fight here?"

The Martial Hall's rules were clear: anyone who fought within its walls was banned for life. And if they damaged any secret manuals, the punishment was severe, ranging from broken hands to destroyed cultivation.

Ye Feilong's anger cooled, and with a sly smile, he said, "I see why you're so bold, hiding behind the Martial Hall's rules to talk big. Very well, spend your life cowering here. But if I catch you outside, I'll knock out your teeth, break your legs, and leave you a worthless wreck."

With a scowl, he swept out of the secret manual area.

Some of the onlookers who had been perusing the manuals were Ye Feilong's followers. They abandoned the texts and followed him out. As they passed Ye Feilong, they sneered and made spitting gestures at him.

Ye Feilong just smiled in response. Some trash didn't warrant a response; they'd realize their worthlessness soon enough.

Only two men remained in the secret manual area. They approached and warned, "Ye Feilong is known for his pettiness. He might wait for you at the entrance. Leave with us later."

These two, Ye Feihong and Ye Feihui, were brothers, both at the fourth level of the Qi Martial Stage. While not as strong as Ye Feiling and Ye Feilong, they were respectable within the younger generation of the Ye family. Crucially, their father was the Second Elder. If they chose to shield Ye Feilong, even Ye Feiling would have to show some restraint and not harm Ye Feilong in their presence.

Whether they could actually protect Ye Feilong was of lesser concern. To Ye Feilong, what mattered most was their intention to protect him.

"Thank you, Brother Feihong."

Ye Feilong smiled.

Brothers Feihong and Feihui smiled back and continued perusing the secret manuals they were interested in.

Ye Feilong kept flipping through his own manual.

More accurately, he was scanning.

Once he verified the scan was complete, he could distinctly feel his eyes settle on the first page of the "Vast Yuan Technique," and a progress bar appeared above Ye Feilong's head, indicating "Content Scanning in Progress..."

It appeared he could practice the newly acquired martial arts technique.

Ye Feilong was thrilled and eagerly turned to the next page.

The scanning process was straightforward.

As soon as his gaze touched a page, its contents were instantly scanned, much faster than the copiers outside the university.

The scanned information was etched deeply into his soul, as if he had thoroughly memorized it.

All Ye Feilong had to do was turn the pages of the "Vast Yuan Technique," and he quickly finished the thirty-eight-page manual.

After committing the entire "Vast Yuan Technique" to memory, the progress bar above Ye Feilong's head immediately switched to a percentage, just like the one above the other Ye Feilong practicing the technique.

Ye Feilong waited a moment before excitedly rubbing his hands together.

He could indeed practice multiple techniques simultaneously.

With no hesitation, he set down the "Vast Yuan Technique" and moved on to the second book, then the third... With each book he read, another Ye Feilong appeared in the training room, and with each new Ye Feilong, he felt the Genuine Qi within him circulate even faster.

After studying the techniques, he moved on to the martial arts secrets and finally to the "Herbal Medicine and Alchemy."

The only manual on herbs and Pills was a hefty volume, over twenty centimeters thick, and scanning it took quite some time.

"Ding!"

A notification box suddenly appeared.

"Would you like to download the Pill Room?"

Ye Feilong blinked in surprise at the notification on his phone. It seemed his device could do more than just assist with his training—it could also help him concoct and refine pills. If that were true, he owed it a huge thanks.

He selected 'yes.'

The Genuine Qi required to download the Pill Room was similar to that needed for the practice room. Now at the sixth level of the Qi Martial Stage, he downloaded it without feeling any exhaustion afterward.

He stepped into the Pill Room.

Various medicinal and pill formulas materialized around him, all from the "Herbal Medicine and Alchemy" book he had just consulted.

"Can it really concoct and refine pills?" he wondered aloud.

Ye Feilong tapped on the formula for the Blood Qi Pill.

"Ding!"

A new notification appeared: "Flood Dragon Vine, Horn Stone Flower not detected..."

The materials needed for the Blood Qi Pill were highlighted in red in the notification box.

Ye Feilong realized that while the Pill Room could assist him in his alchemical endeavors, he would still need to supply the ingredients.

He tried selecting another formula, only to receive a similar notification about missing ingredients.

"It's a shame it can't refine pills without the materials—that would be amazing! But I can't be too greedy. Having the Pill Room means I'm essentially both an alchemist and a pharmacist!" he mused.

Though slightly disappointed, Ye Feilong didn't dwell on it. Instead, he felt a touch of pride. Becoming an alchemist was notoriously difficult; just the requirement to refine a certain Pill Fire deterred 99% of martial artists from even attempting it. Alchemists were exceedingly rare, as scarce as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, making each one highly sought after by all powers, who would spare no expense to win them over due to their esteemed status.

Ye Feilong was now, in effect, an alchemist, and a pharmacist to boot. If word got out, he could only imagine the frenzy it would cause among the people of Cloud Forest City, let alone the outside world.

"What's he up to now?"

The roar and his earlier altercation with Ye Feiling, coupled with his status as the young patriarch, meant the three elders guarding the passage had been keeping a close eye on him. They watched as he perused the secret tome, their brows furrowed with curiosity.

After his dantian was destroyed, he realized he could no longer practice cultivation, so he came here to mindlessly thumb through secret tomes as a way to release his frustration.

Seeing him now, gazing blankly at the "Herbal Pill Recipe," I found it even more peculiar.

Eventually, Ye Feilong set aside the "Herbal Pill Recipe," and with a gentle sweep of his hand over the cover, he strode toward the doorway with a look of smug satisfaction.

Ye Feilong and Ye Feihui were there waiting for him and hurried to keep pace.

Ye Feilong acknowledged their genuine desire to protect him, and he made a mental note of their loyalty.

Even though he didn't require their protection, he appreciated their intentions and resolved to remember their goodwill and the kindness they had shown.

"Enjoying yourself?"

As he entered the corridor, the elder with white hair and beard spoke out, his voice dripping with disdain.