C15 Pleasant Pill Refinement!

In Qin Yuyan's boudoir, ornate beams and painted rafters adorned the room, shimmering with gold and jade, while a misty haze enveloped the space, creating the illusion of having wandered into a celestial palace, lending an otherworldly ambiance.

The chamber, resplendent with pearls and jade, was meticulously arranged with antique paintings and calligraphy. A beguiling fragrance wafted through the air, leaving Ye Han feeling slightly lightheaded.

At the heart of the hall stood a towering six-footed bronze cauldron, flames licking its base and smoke swirling above, infusing the secret room with the heady scent of medicinal pills.

"I wonder, Young Master Ye, which pill do you intend to concoct?" Qin Yuyan inquired with an air of nonchalance, her fingers delicately sweeping a lock of hair from her forehead, her demeanor radiating allure.

Ye Han pushed aside his distractions and restored his composure before replying, "The Vein Rushing Pill."

"This woman's charm is extraordinary; she's certainly no ordinary person. I must proceed with caution," Ye Han reminded himself internally, as he entered Qin Yuyan's boudoir.

Qin Yuyan's eyes twinkled as she smiled and said, "The Vein Rushing Pill? I've never heard of such a thing. I'm quite intrigued!"

"Miss Qin, might you have a brush and ink available?" Ye Han inquired.

With a hand over her mouth and a playful lilt in her voice, Qin Yuyan responded, "Young Master, please follow me."

Ye Han trailed behind Qin Yuyan through layers of sheer curtains to the inner sanctum of her boudoir.

The bed, draped in a seductive, bright red hue, exuded an air of irresistible allure.

Adjacent to the window stood a desk, upon which brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones were arranged with precision.

Ye Han approached the window, took up a brush, and began to inscribe the formula for the Vein Rushing Pill from memory.

Once satisfied with the accuracy of the formula, Ye Han looked up, his gaze inadvertently meeting Qin Yuyan's as she leaned in to observe his work.

She brought her exquisite face close to his, their noses nearly touching, her breath fragrant and discernible. Qin Yuyan, with a smile, began to recite, "A single Blazing Sun Flower goes for 20,000 silver coins, two stalks of Earth Star Grass for 700 silver coins, and one Purple Lightning Bamboo Shoot..."

"Young Master Ye, the cost of the materials alone for this Vein Rushing Pill reaches 30,000 silver coins. I fear it's priced beyond what most can afford."

At that moment, Qin Yuyan exuded an ethereal and noble aura, resembling a sprite beneath the moonlight. Her complexion, untouched by makeup, radiated a jade-like luster, and her features seemed sculpted by divine forces, her beauty so breathtaking it could leave one gasping for air.

Ye Han's heart was in tumult as he gazed into her captivating eyes. With resolve, he stepped back and said, "Miss Qin, please prepare five sets of herbs according to the pill recipe. Moreover, I will offer an additional 10,000 silver coins as a gesture of appreciation for the Palace Master's magnanimity."

Qin Yuyan, taken aback, seemed reluctant to relent. She moved closer to Ye Han, her voluptuous figure nearly pressing against his. Her delicate hand rested on his shoulder, her alluring eyes sparkling, her fragrance intoxicating, as she leaned in for a kiss.

Ye Han's gaze sharpened, his heart racing and cheeks flushing as he breathed in the seductive scent. He pinched his fingertips hard, using the sharp pain to regain his composure and stepped back once more. "Truly a temptress, I was nearly ensnared."

"Young Master Ye, might you be a disciple of the Cloud Facing Pavilion?" Qin Yuyan asked, noticing his resistance. She picked up a wine cup from the table, her vibrant lips and bright teeth adding to her allure.

"Miss Qin, your perception is impressive," Ye Han replied with a slight smile, politely declining the wine cup she offered. The recent temptation had made him increasingly wary.

Being alone with the enchanting Qin Yuyan was far too perilous.

"Please, don't be so formal as to call me 'Miss Qin.' It feels so distant. Just call me Yuyan," she said, leaning in once more with a sweet smile.

Ye Han remained vigilant. He bit his tongue to maintain his clarity of mind and shifted to the side.

"You sure know how to make a quick getaway," she chuckled. "But can you really escape my grasp? With such a lovely night, the fun has just begun!" Qin Yuyan's smile grew more coquettish, her fascination with Ye Han deepening.

Soon, a procession of servants entered, each carrying a medicine box and placing the ingredients on the stone platform next to the pill furnace. Ye Han arranged the medicinal ingredients neatly, ignited the flame, and a few strands of blue smoke began to rise from the six-legged furnace.

With precision, Ye Han used his soul force to guide the flames into the cauldron, expertly tossing the ingredients into the furnace in precise proportions. His control over each ingredient's quantity was incredibly adept, indicative of thousands of previous attempts.

Qin Yuyan, cup in hand, leaned effortlessly against the red wall. Her gaze was fixed on Ye Han, her lips slightly parted in a look of utter astonishment. As a Grade One Alchemist herself, she understood the complexity of an alchemist's technique and the challenge of flame control.

Ye Han's seamless operation was beyond Qin Yuyan's expectations. She had not anticipated that this sixteen-year-old could possess such profound alchemical prowess. "From his technique, he must be at least a Grade Two Alchemist. It's astounding. At just sixteen, he has such a masterful level of alchemy."

"With talent this formidable, Auspicious Cloud City seems too small for him. This young man might well become a prominent figure in the city."

During a brief pause in his pill refining, Ye Han caught a glimpse of Qin Yuyan. She appeared slightly flushed and tipsy, her unwavering eyes locked on him. He offered her a smile, but quickly refocused on his task, resuming his meticulous work.

As time slipped away, the darkness of night gave way to the morning light, casting a patchwork of sunbeams into the room. The pink gauze curtains swayed gently in the early breeze, rippling like waves in an ocean of blush.

The room was filled with a sweet aroma. On the striking red sandalwood bed, a beautiful figure lay stretched out, her breathing steady and even.

After a moment, Qin Yuyan's eyes fluttered open, and she languidly shifted her position. Her gaze settled on the tall figure not far away, her thoughts seemingly adrift as she remembered the young man who had been refining pills in her chamber.

She sat up nonchalantly and glided toward the young man with graceful steps.

She watched him, absorbed in his breathing exercises. Even within the confines of her private chambers, his demeanor remained serene.

In a single night, the young man had refined five Vein Rushing Pills, now neatly arranged in a wooden box.

Qin Yuyan picked up a Vein Rushing Pill, examining it closely. A look of incredulity washed over her stunning features. The pill's medicinal strength was abundant and pure, devoid of any impurities.

"This pill, although a Grade One Pill, is unlike any I've seen," Qin Yuyan remarked, full of curiosity. "Young Master Ye, could you enlighten me on its properties?"

Ye Han opened his eyes, reflecting for a moment before responding, "This pill is known as the Vein Rushing Pill. It aids martial artists in opening their meridians, enhancing the likelihood of success."

Qin Yuyan's gaze lingered on the Vein Rushing Pill, her breath quickening. With endless cultivators at the Pulse Opening Stage, if Young Master Ye wasn't merely boasting, the pill would undoubtedly command a vast market and could generate substantial profits for the Demonic Moon Pavilion.

She wavered, contemplating how to broach the subject with the young man.

Ye Han rose to his feet, his face betraying no signs of weariness. Instead, he radiated a youthful and vigorous charm.

He looked at the exquisite woman before him, his heart racing, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

Qin Yuyan's slightly disheveled hair partially obscured her delicate, fair complexion, adding a touch of disarrayed laziness that exuded a mature allure.

"Young Master Ye, did you sleep well last night?" Ye Han inquired.

Qin Yuyan's cheeks flushed at his question, a rare display of bashfulness crossing her face. However, the emotion was fleeting, and she quickly regained her composure. "Young Master Ye, you've kept your talents well-hidden. To be a Grade One Alchemist is no small feat. May I inquire about your mentor?"

Ye Han suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed by the question, as he hadn't prepared for it at all. He chuckled and said, "My mentor has always shunned fame and fortune, so Miss Yuyan might not have even heard of him."

"If Young Master Ye is reluctant to share, then I won't pry any further!" Qin Yuyan said, a bit taken aback. Her eyebrows furrowed tightly before she finally nodded in resignation.

After a moment of contemplation, Qin Yuyan pointed to the Vein Rushing Pill in the box on the table and inquired, "Young Master Ye, would you be interested in selling the recipe for the Vein Rushing Pill to Demonic Moon Pavilion?"

A faint smile flickered in Ye Han's eyes, seemingly aware of Qin Yuyan's intentions. He responded, "Since Miss Yuyan is interested, I have no objections to gifting the recipe to Demonic Moon Pavilion. Consider it a gesture of friendship."

"We at Demonic Moon Pavilion wouldn't dream of taking advantage of Young Master Ye. If the pill truly possesses such medicinal properties, we'll divide the profits from the Vein Rushing Pill, with a larger share for us, as we'll be providing the medicinal ingredients and labor," Qin Yuyan proposed, showcasing her business acumen. She was not only after the pill recipe but also aimed to forge a collaborative relationship with Ye Han, a move that represented a strategic investment.

Ye Han smiled and agreed, "I'll leave it to your discretion, Miss Yuyan!"

Qin Yuyan cast a glance at the bag Ye Han was carrying and, with a deliberate pace, retrieved a dark storage ring from her dressing cabinet. "The market value of this storage ring is a thousand Spirit Stones, but consider it a token of our esteem from Demonic Moon Pavilion on this occasion."

At first glance, the storage ring appeared to be a simple, ordinary ring, yet it concealed an independent space capable of holding numerous items, which was incredibly convenient.

Such storage rings were exceedingly costly, and even the Murong family from Auspicious Cloud City could only produce three of these rings. They were well beyond the means of an average warrior.

"Wow! That's quite the generous offer, giving away a storage ring worth a hundred thousand coins just like that. The Demonic Moon Pavilion really doesn't do things by halves," Ye Han remarked.

Upon examining the storage ring, he found it had a ten cubic meter space, which was quite impressive indeed.

"Thank you for your generosity, Miss Yuyan!" With gratitude, Ye Han placed the Vein Rushing Pill and the bag from the Morton Auction House into the storage ring, then turned and departed.