Chapter 6321
The moment the Soul-Gathering Grass was placed into the furnace, the runes on the Shennong Cauldron suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire council hall with golden light.
The runes seemed to come alive, peeling off the cauldron and swirling and dancing in the void before merging into the spiritual herbs within.
Chen Ping closed his eyes and channeled his chaotic power into the Shennong Cauldron.
The chaotic power transformed into purple flames, burning within the cauldron. The
runes on the Shennong Cauldron amplified, purified, and condensed the power of the chaotic fire, precisely controlling its temperature and intensity within the optimal range. Chen Ping
probed the cauldron with his divine sense, sensing the changes in each spiritual herb.
The Soul-Gathering Grass slowly melted in the flames, its silvery-white sap flowing within the cauldron like a silver stream.
The red sap of the Crimson Flame Grass, the blue sap of the Ice Heart Lotus, the purple sap of the Purple Cloud Mushroom, the golden sap of the Golden Dragon Beard, and the milky-white sap of the Ten-Thousand-Year Spiritual Milk converged, fused, repelled, and attracted each other within the cauldron.
Chen Ping carefully controlled the temperature and intensity of the flames, meticulously removing impurities from the medicinal herbs and gradually fusing their properties.
Alchemy is a delicate art, allowing no room for error. Too high a temperature, and the herbs would burn;
too low, and their properties wouldn’t fuse.
Different herbs require different temperatures to fuse: Crimson Flame Grass needs high heat to melt, Ice Heart Lotus needs low heat to preserve its medicinal properties, Purple Cloud Mushroom needs a gentle simmer, and Golden Dragon Beard needs a powerful heat.
Chen Ping’s divine sense perceived all these changes, and his Chaos Fire fulfilled all these requirements.
He was like a conductor, directing the herbs in the cauldron to fuse step by step according to a predetermined rhythm and melody.
One hour passed.
Two hours passed.
Three hours later, the Shennong Cauldron suddenly emitted a clear, resonant sound.
The sound, like a bell or a dragon’s roar, echoed in the council hall, lingering for a long time.
Nine golden rays of light simultaneously shot from the nine holes on the furnace lid, intertwining and swirling in the void before finally transforming into a golden lotus flower.
The lotus slowly bloomed, its petals unfolding one by one.
Within the flower’s center, a silver-white pill floated in the air, slowly rotating.
A Soul-Gathering Pill.
The pill was entirely silver-white, its surface shimmering with faint golden patterns, like the veins of the earth or the trajectories of the stars.
It emitted a faint medicinal fragrance, a fragrance soothing and refreshing that one inhalation brought a sense of clarity, two inhalations a feeling of complete liberation, and three inhalations a feeling of spiritual energy rejoicing within.
Chen Ping reached out and caught the pill, letting out a long breath.
“It’s done.”
Yun Quan and Yun Xi stood to the side, dumbfounded.
They didn’t understand alchemy, but they could sense that the power contained within the pill was enough to bring a near-death person back to life.
“Mr. Chen…” Yun Quan’s voice trembled, “You really succeeded.”
Chen Ping smiled and placed the pill into a jade bottle.
“Tomorrow, go to the Sirius Tribe.”
The next day, Chen Ping, carrying the Soul Gathering Pill, arrived at the Sirius Tribe again.
Lang Hao personally greeted him at the camp entrance.
His eyes were full of anticipation, and a hint of nervousness.
He hadn’t slept a wink the night before, waiting for news from Chen Ping.
“Chen Ping, did you really succeed?”
Chen Ping handed him the jade bottle.
Lang Hao took the bottle, his hands trembling.
He took a deep breath, turned, and went into the tent.
Chen Ping followed behind him.
On the stone bed, the old chieftain remained unconscious.
The Soul-Guiding Flame slowly rotated above his chest, its golden light warm and gentle.
The old chieftain’s face was as pale as paper, his breathing so weak it was almost imperceptible, his chest barely rising and falling.
His hands were clasped over his abdomen, his fingers withered and his nails blackened.
Three hundred years of coma had deteriorated his body to the extreme.
If it weren’t for the Soul-Guiding Flame nourishing his soul, he would have long since perished.
Lang Hao took the Soul Gathering Pill from the jade bottle and placed it in the old chieftain’s mouth.
The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth.
The silvery-white medicine flowed down the old chieftain’s throat and into his stomach.
A moment later, the old chieftain’s brow twitched slightly.
Then, his eyelids began to tremble, his eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
Lang Hao’s tears welled up instantly.
“Father…”
The old chieftain’s fingers twitched.
Then, his eyelids slowly opened.
They were aged eyes, cloudy and weary, the whites yellowish, the pupils dim.
But in those eyes, there was a light suppressed for three hundred years—the flame of life, the desire to live, the attachment to this world.
His gaze wandered in the tent, finally landing on Lang Hao’s face.
“Hao’er…” His voice was hoarse, almost inaudible, like sandpaper rubbing together.
“Father!” Lang Hao rushed to the stone bed, grasped his father’s hand, and sobbed uncontrollably.
His tears dripped onto the back of his father’s hand, hot and scalding.
The old chieftain looked at his son, a slight smile playing on his lips.
His lips were dry and cracked, and the smile accentuated the wrinkles on his face, like a crumpled piece of paper.
“Why are you crying… I’m… awake now…”
His voice was soft, almost inaudible, but every word struck Lang Hao’s heart like a hammer blow.
Chen Ping stood to the side, watching this scene, a warmth welling up inside him.
He turned and walked out of the tent.
Lang Hao followed, wiping away his tears, and bowed deeply before Chen Ping.
“Chen Ping, I can’t thank you enough. From now on, the Tianlang tribe owes you a life. Not just me, the entire Tianlang tribe owes you a life.”
Chen Ping helped him up: “Don’t be like that. The Soul-Guiding Flame…”
Lang Hao nodded, turned, and went back into the tent.
A moment later, he came out holding the golden flame.
The Soul-Guiding Flame slowly rotated in his palm, warm and gentle.
Its color was golden, but not a dazzling gold; rather, it was a warm, soft gold, like the afterglow of the setting sun, like a mother’s gaze.
“Take it,” Lang Hao said. “My father’s soul has been repaired; he no longer needs it.”
Chen Ping took the Soul-Guiding Flame, its warmth like holding a ray of sunshine.
He could feel the powerful force of reincarnation within the flame, the key to opening the path of reincarnation.
“Thanks,”
Lang Hao shook his head. “We should be thanking you.”
He paused, then added, “You don’t need to worry about the Judgment Hall’s decree. The Heavenly Wolf Tribe isn’t afraid of them. From now on, your affairs are the affairs of my Heavenly Wolf Tribe. Anyone who dares to touch you is touching my Heavenly Wolf Tribe.”
Chen Ping smiled and turned to leave.
Behind him, Lang Hao stood at the camp entrance, watching his retreating figure, motionless for a long time.
“This man will surely achieve great things,” he murmured.
Then, he turned and went into the tent to see his father.
Inside the tent, the old chieftain was already able to sit up.
He leaned against the headboard, looking at Lang Hao who entered, his eyes filled with loving affection.
“Hao’er, who was that person just now?”
Lang Hao sat down by the bed and took his father’s hand.
“His name is Chen Ping. He saved you.”
The old chieftain was silent for a moment, then nodded.
“Thank him for me.”
“I will.”
The old chieftain looked at the tent entrance, as if he could still see the young man in the blue robe.
“This person… is not simple.” He murmured.
Lang Hao didn’t speak, but simply tightened his grip on his father’s hand.
Outside the tent, the setting sun dyed the entire wasteland golden red.
The Tianlang tribe’s camp stood silent in the sunset, like a sleeping giant beast.
But everyone knew that this giant beast had awakened.