Xiang Yu's fingers moved carefully across the alchemy furnace, the dark energy of his Abyssal Void Flame weaving through the materials perfectly, ensuring just the right temperature to refine the medicinal benefits but not burn the herbs.
Pill after pill formed under his attentive gaze, their spiritual essence stabilizing into perfect spheres. By the time he finished, several hundred ninth-grade pills gleamed in neatly arranged rows before him, their surfaces radiating a subtle luminescence.
"The sect should have enough resources for a while," he murmured, carefully storing them in his spatial ring.
With the pills complete, Xiang Yu turned his attention to weapon refining. His recent breakthrough to seventh-grade blacksmith had bestowed him with insights into crafting high-level magical weapons.
"Why waste time on lesser weapons?" he thought, retrieving a collection of rare metals from his storage. "Let's test the limits of my new abilities."
