Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 1975

Severin's eyes remained solemn in front of the Dragonstand Furnace, and his expression was a little serious too. After more than half a month of rest since his rise to a sixth-grade high-rank alchemist, he finally decided to challenge himself to crafting a seventh-grade pill. The pill Severin chose to refine on that occasion was a seventh-grade low-rank pill called the Cycleflow Pill.

As the name suggests, the Cycleflow Pill was a healing pill that restored the spiritual energy and life essence of paragons. Thanks to Severin's status as the sixth core disciple of the sect and his position as the top-ranked person in the Alchemy Tower, many of the peak masters presented gifts to him, and even the elite disciples offered him some items to try and win his favor. As a result, he was able to acquire the herbs needed to refine the Cycleflow Pill.

"Millennia-old Snowlotus, three-millennia-old Purespirit Fruit..." Severin rattled off the names of various herbs as he placed them into the cauldron in batches. He observed the changes carefully, and after a moment, the cauldron vibrated before a small explosion occurred and a puff of black smoke began to emit from it. Severin then withdrew his consciousness. His face looked somewhat gloomy as he smiled bitterly and said, "I failed."

Although Severin had inherited a former sect leader's alchemical knowledge from the Alchemy Tower, successfully crafting a seventh-grade pill in one try was undoubtedly too much to ask for. Seventh-grade pills were extraordinary items after all, as they contained a tremendous amount of power from heaven and earth, which made them rather difficult to refine.

Severin did not lose heart despite his initial failure. Instead, he disposed of the pitch-black remnants in the cauldron and continued to try again. Severin faced repeated failures in several days, yet the determination in his eyes continued to go stronger.

Those setbacks allowed Severin to gain a deeper depth of understanding in alchemy. He felt that becoming a seven-grade alchemist was within reach despite those teething problems. Unfortunately, all his materials for crafting the seventh-grade pill had run out after those repeated failures.