He sat cross-legged, once again gathering the specks of light in his dantian into a blue ribbon, beginning the cycle. At first, everything went smoothly. Although the speed was very slow, the light did indeed flow along the meridians, soon reaching his right wrist.

Going further, it was about to dissipate. William Clark focused all his spiritual sense, preparing to carefully experience it and see if he could discover any details he had previously overlooked.

With the help of his spiritual sense, William Clark could clearly sense the changes in the specks of light. They were about to reach his palm. Light, being formless and intangible, easily passed through the meridians, through blood vessels and skin, and began to dissipate outside...

Wait!

William Clark’s expression suddenly changed. This time, the situation was slightly different from before. The blue light did indeed escape from his body, but instead of floating into the air, it burrowed into something in his palm.

The waste pill—he had forgotten to set it aside when performing the major circulation just now.

With this discovery, William Clark became even more focused, continuing to draw out the blue light from his dantian in a steady stream. Although he still didn’t know why the blue light reacted to the waste pill, this might just be a breakthrough.

After all, any detail could be the key to solving the mystery!

Carefully, William Clark controlled the blue light while using his spiritual sense to examine the waste pill. The scene was transmitted directly into his mind: some of the blue specks of light burrowed into the waste pill, while others were bounced out and dissipated in the air.

A minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

Ten minutes passed...

The sea of stars in his dantian had shrunk to only a third of its usual size. At this point, no matter how hard William Clark tried, he could no longer mobilize the specks of light. It seemed this was the limit of its output. At the same time, a fragrant aroma wafted to his nose.

The young man opened his eyes to see that the originally pitch-black waste pill had turned pure white all over. This was—a low-grade Marrow Cleansing Pill?

Compared to his peers, William Clark was much more mature. Although he hadn’t yet reached the point of remaining calm even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, at the very least, he could keep his emotions from showing on his face. But nothing is absolute. At this moment, he was utterly shocked, even rubbing his eyes hard. Such a loss of composure was rare for William Clark.

He examined it for a long while, confirming he hadn’t seen wrong. The aroma continued to waft into his nose. It really was—a low-grade Marrow Cleansing Pill!

“Haha!” No matter how steady or deep-minded he was, at this moment, William Clark couldn’t help but laugh heartily. What was once a useless waste pill had actually turned into a useful spiritual medicine. Could it be that these blue specks of light could turn trash into treasure?

If that was the case, wouldn’t he be set for life?

You know, in the path of cultivation, talent is certainly important, but with enough spiritual medicine, even a mortal without a spiritual root could become a grandmaster... Of course, that’s only in theory. The reason is simple: even the wealthiest cultivator couldn’t afford to treat pills like candy.

But if these blue specks of light could really turn trash into treasure, things would be different...

The joy in William Clark’s heart was imaginable, but soon he suppressed his excitement and regained his composure, beginning to ponder.

He had long expected this treasure to be extraordinary, but he hadn’t thought its function would be nearly heaven-defying—turning trash into treasure. This was enough to make any cultivator envious. So, the most important issue he faced now was secrecy. He couldn’t let anyone find out.

He didn’t know how Emily Carter and Henry Bolton had obtained the treasure, or if there was a third person involved. But even if there was, William Clark wasn’t worried, because Emily Carter and Henry Bolton were both dead, and it was impossible for anyone to suspect a low-level disciple like himself.

He could rest assured about this. The only thing he needed to be careful of was not letting anyone discover the situation in his dantian. But this wasn’t too difficult, because the human body is wonderfully constructed. Even if someone’s cultivation was far superior to his, as long as he was careful, it would be easy to block their spiritual sense from scanning his dantian. So the possibility of exposure was extremely low.

As long as he was careful, it should be easy to keep the secret. With this realization, William Clark was no longer worried and began to consider the benefits the blue specks of light could bring him.

To become a remarkable cultivator, two conditions must be met. First, one must have a good spiritual root, that is, sufficient talent. Second is diligence—not being lazy, not slacking off, able to overcome any difficulty, and wholeheartedly devoted to cultivation.

As for William Clark, he more than fulfilled the second condition. Not to boast, but in Piaoyun Valley, if William Clark’s diligence was second, no one would dare claim first. As a disciple in the Spirit Movement stage, he dared to train on the Heart Refining Path, which showed just how dedicated he was to cultivation.

The reason his cultivation was so low was because he had no spiritual root—he was just an ordinary mortal. And for ordinary people, cultivation was always painfully slow.

But this situation could soon change. For ordinary people, cultivating immortality is twice the effort for half the result, but it’s not without remedy. As long as there’s enough spiritual medicine, even a mortal without a spiritual root can become a remarkable grandmaster. Of course, pills aren’t candy—even the most powerful sects couldn’t afford it.

Chapter Fourteen: Pill Purification