Reborn Conceited Soldier

Sikong Banyu did not go home after leaving the Benevolent Hall. Instead, he walked towards the western part of the capital. The capital was the center of China's economy and culture, but there was still a huge gap between the two of them. The strong China could bring prosperity to most people, but it could not bring down some unlucky people.    

    

For example, in the prosperous Western District, they were known as the capital's slums. Some were truly powerless and could only eat and wait for their deaths. Some were unwilling to move because they wanted to experience the ancient style of the capital.    

    

Although the West District was the last place in the capital, it was the most perfect place to preserve the ancient customs. Many famous people often visited this place as a scenic spot.    

    

As for Sikong Banyu, he was not in the mood to appreciate the ancient style of life. He wanted to find a suitable place to concoct the Clear Origin Pill's medicinal soup. Moreover, this pill soup was not like the pill, which could preserve its medicinal properties for a long period of time. Once the pill was successfully refined, he had to consume it as soon as possible, otherwise the medicinal effects would slowly fade away.    

    

Firstly, it was used to concoct the Pure Yuan pill, and secondly, it was used to concoct the Pure Yuan pill. Without anyone disturbing him in a quiet place, no one would be able to relax. Logically speaking, such a thing should be best done in a place with very few people. For example, in a mountain, or in a cave.    

    

However, there was no such place near the capital. There were often mountaineers who wanted to find a suitable place to stay, so they had to leave the capital. However, Sikong Banyu only had two days' time, so how could he have the time to leave the capital?    

    

That was why they had no choice but to come to the western part of the city. This place was very complicated and no one knew anyone here.    

    

He wandered around the western part of the city for about two hours before he finally found a remote, low house. It was a small courtyard divided into three rooms, one of which was already rented out, the other was a warehouse with all kinds of miscellaneous items stored, and the last one was rented out by Sikong Banyu for one thousand yuan.    

    

Cough cough … A place like the capital, where every inch of land cost an inch of money, shouldn't have a high rent of 1,000 yuan per month. This was in the west district, so even if it was 1,000 yuan, the basement might not have a safe place to stay.    

    

The room was completely furnished, so Sikong Banyu didn't need to worry about anything. He walked into the house and looked at the room that was less than fifteen square meters. He looked at everything in the room with a normal expression, then he looked at the kitchen utensils in front of the window.    

    

Although it was called a kitchen utensil, it was actually just a gas container with a lighting device. There was also an electromagnetic stove, several pots and pans, and they were all covered in dust. It seemed like no one had lived there for a long time.    

    

He turned around and locked the door behind him. Then he walked over and picked up a pot. After washing it, he filled it with water, turned on the gas and began to heat it.    

    

Refining a pill was based on one's own spirit fire, and adding the concoction in the pill furnace, one would not normally require much water. The spirit fire did as it pleased, enough to control the pill to the point where one needed it. However, brewing a pill was akin to having ordinary fire. It demanded a lot of water and a great deal of control over the fire.    

    

Luckily, Sikong Banyu was already familiar with the route; he was not a pill refiner. When he was still a low level cultivator, he could not hire a pill refiner. He could only concoct his own pill soup, hence he had done his research.    

    

He found a small basket and poured all the herbs he had taken from the Hall of Virtue into it. After washing them clean, he carefully picked at the herbs to prevent them from mixing with other unwanted drugs or weeds. This was Sikong Banyu's experience, if he mixed other things into the concoction, it would only reduce the efficacy of the soup by a little bit if he was lucky, but if he was unlucky, then it would be hard to say.    

    

Back then at the Vermillion Bird Continent, because of this little oversight, his cultivation fell by a small realm.    

    

After checking that there were no mistakes, Sikong Banyu poured all the herbs in the basket into the pot and covered it with the lid.    

    

"After consuming this Origin Cleansing Pill's medicinal soup, you should be able to raise your cultivation to the perfection-stage of the Meat-training, right? "It should be about time …"    

    

Sikong Banyu took a deep breath, turned around and walked to the bed. He pulled down a sheet and put it on the ground. Then, he sat down cross-legged and started cultivating.    

    

Every time a cultivator raises their cultivation level, they need to recover to their peak state in order to be able to achieve twice the results with half the effort.    

    

In the blink of an eye, the sky gradually darkened, and in the process, Sikong Banyu had to add water three times. After all, the difference between a normal fire and a spiritual fire was too great. Wanting to completely refine the medicinal properties of the medicinal ingredients and fuse them into the pill soup was not something that could be done in a short period of time.    

    

Furthermore, other than the 400 year old lotus seed, the rest of the ingredients required to concoct this pill were all ordinary medicinal herbs. If he were to use the Pure Yuan pills to concoct the medicinal ingredients, it would take at least 3 to 5 days of continuous concocting.    

    

"Creak …"    

    

Suddenly, the sound of the yard door opening made Sikong Banyu open his eyes as he was cultivating. He listened quietly for a while before calming down. It should be another person who rented a house in the yard. The landlord said before that Sikong Banyu had no interest in knowing who that person was. It would be fine as long as it didn't affect him.    

    

In any case, he had only been looking for this place to cultivate for a day or two, and it was not like he would be staying here for a long time.    

    

Late at night, everything was quiet. Occasionally, there would be the sound of chickens and dogs barking, or the sound of a few cars honking. When they landed in the empty western part of the city, they would seem extremely lonely.    

    

Within the small house, Sikong Banyu slowly opened his eyes. Within the darkness, his eyes were as bright as the stars. They were vast and profound, but it seemed a bit strange to go out of the completely black house.    

    

"It should be about time." He took a deep breath and stood up. He turned on the light and walked to the pot. He opened the lid and immediately, a light breeze blew by. It was very refreshing.    

    

Only two bowls of slightly thick light green liquid were left in the metal pot. The fire was slowly turning them over and over. The fragrance was coming from them.