Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation

Chapter 272: Eighty Days

Kyrian remained seated for long minutes, feeling the new density of Qi circulating through his two dantians.

It was not an overwhelming difference, after all, he was still in the same realm. But the energy within his body was more stable, deeper, more powerful.

If he had to fight again against the same opponents from the Coliseum... it would be even easier.

Kyrian slowly raised his hand and closed his fist. The Qi responded immediately. He let out his breath slowly.

"Now... it will take about eighty days until the limit disappears again and I can return to cultivating..."

He had already perfectly understood the functioning of his eyes. The higher his cultivation became, the greater the interval required for his internal dantians to return to absorbing spiritual energy.

After breaking through to the 7° stage of the Qi Liberation Realm, the limit naturally returned.

Now it would take about eighty days until he could absorb spiritual stones again.

But, this time, Kyrian was not particularly worried. At least... not enough to go hunting masses of hostility to shorten that time.

He had discovered something unexpected in the past weeks. A new interest. Alchemy.

Kyrian slowly looked toward the cauldron in the center of the room. At the beginning, that was just a means to an end.

A way to produce resources. A way to become independent.

But, as the days passed... it had become something more. He truly liked it. One of the few things he liked, besides feeling his strength increase.

Kyrian stood up.

"So... for now, I will focus on this."

He walked to the cauldron. The gray flame appeared once again beneath the metallic container. The herbs began to be prepared.

And so... the days passed.

Kyrian practically no longer left his room. From the moment he woke up... to the instant he fell asleep. He practiced alchemy.

Day after day.

Spiritual herbs were consumed in great quantity. The cauldron rarely grew cold. The gray flame burned constantly.

At the beginning, there were still occasional failures. Some herbs were burned. Some pills came out deformed.

But that did not last long. Kyrian’s learning capacity was simply absurd. Each attempt improved his understanding. Each mistake turned into knowledge.

At the end of the first month since he had started practicing alchemy...

Kyrian finally reached a new milestone. Inside the cauldron, three small green pills slowly spun in the spiritual vapor.

He opened the lid. A pure and refreshing aroma spread through the room.

Kyrian picked up one of the pills between his fingers. His eyes carefully analyzed it. The surface was perfectly smooth. The spiritual energy was stable. Almost no impurity could be felt.

He murmured calmly.

"Ninety-five percent purity."

His first rank 1 pill with ninety-five percent purity. A level that many beginner alchemists took years to reach.

But Kyrian had done it in just one month. And not only that. From that moment on, his refinements began to produce even better results.

Now, almost all his attempts produced two or three pills per batch. And practically all of them had purity above ninety percent.

It was terrifying progress.

Kyrian did not accumulate the pills. Instead, he handed all of them to the servants of the Blood Court.

The servants took the pills to cities near the Court and sold them discreetly.

Rank 1 pills with purity above ninety percent were extremely valued.

They were quickly bought. The money obtained was then used to buy more spiritual herbs.

And those herbs returned directly to Kyrian. It was a perfect cycle. Herbs became pills. Pills became money. Money became more than herbs. And Kyrian kept practicing.

One day later, he reached another level.

Kyrian was in front of the cauldron when he took out a new, freshly formed pill. He observed it attentively. His gaze became slightly surprised.

"Ninety-eight percent."

The purity had reached almost the maximum possible for rank 1 pills. He had already reached an extremely high level.

Kyrian remained silent for a few seconds. Then he made a decision.

"It is enough."

Continuing to refine rank 1 pills would not bring much more progress. It was time to advance.

Time to begin the next level. Rank 2 pills. The second month then began.

Kyrian slowly opened a new alchemy manual. Rank 2 pills were much more complex. They required more ingredients.

Some formulas used five, six, or even eight different herbs. In addition, the purification process was completely different.

Rank 2 herbs were denser. More resistant. More difficult to refine.

The flame needed to be controlled with much more precision. Otherwise, the spiritual essences would enter into conflict.

Explosions in the cauldron were common for beginner alchemists at this level. But Kyrian was not intimidated. He started exactly as before.

Slowly. With patience. First, mastering the purification of the herbs. Then, learning to balance the essences.

At the beginning... There were many failures. Some mixtures became unstable.

Some pills simply disintegrated before forming.

But Kyrian continued. Attempt after attempt. Error after error. His understanding increased constantly.

Until finally... On a certain day. Inside the cauldron...

A small blue pill began to take shape. The spiritual energy slowly swirled around it.

Kyrian watched without blinking. A few seconds later... The pill solidified completely.

He opened the lid. A light cold and refreshing aroma filled the room.

Kyrian picked up the pill. He examined it carefully. The surface was not perfect. Some small impurities were still present.

He analyzed for a few seconds.

"Forty-two percent purity."

It was not impressive. But still... It was a true rank 2 pill.

And Kyrian had managed to refine it in just a few weeks of attempts. Extremely fast progress.

A slight smile appeared on his face.

"I am on the right path."

And so... Another entire month passed.

Kyrian continued refining. Rank 2 herbs began to appear quickly inside his cauldron.

His control over the gray flame became increasingly refined. His understanding of the spiritual essences deepened.

Rank 2 pills began to appear more frequently. Sixty percent purity... Then sixty-five. Then seventy. The progress continued.

Without him realizing...

Two entire months had passed since Kyrian began his path in alchemy.

And in that period... He had already advanced from a complete beginner... To a true alchemist capable of producing rank 2 pills with stability.

Something that many cultivators took years to achieve. But for Kyrian... That was only the beginning.