"He is a swordsman, he has to hunt beasts and magical beasts like father, he absolutely cannot take over the alchemy shop, this is ours ", Lucas and Mira, who were eavesdropping, finally retorted from outside the workspace as they could not bear parting with their talent. "You can share, better alchemists learn from the best, and sword cultivators are ill-tempered and love killing, that's unlike my son, he's just so sweet, the mother replied, looking at him affectionately, not realizing that Austin was probing her secrets with his soul sense.
He finally obtained the ingredients, including 100-year-old yin and yang flowers and mana crystals containing faint traces of yin and yang, which would be used to fan the flames. He followed the formula, leveraging his grasp of yin and yang, starting with the Yang pill essence, then using the Yin pill essence as a host. Almost half a day later, late at night, he finally refined the Yin-yang pill. His siblings and mother were shocked, as even the yin-yang pill refined by their mother was inferior to his first attempt pill.
He sneered, surprised that mortals would doubt the Supreme's unmatched talent. Still, when he felt his mother's curious probing gaze, he pretended to be clueless to avoid any suspicions that may arise. "I know I have talent in alchemy, but I would love to be a sword cultivator. I promise Mother that I will only cut down my enemies, my family's enemies, and those who stop me from seeking the path forward. His mother, still holding the yin-yang pill, could feel the resolve emanating from his son, but this promise was not meant for her, but for the two faint soul senses who were spying on the alchemy shop, Marcus Hale and Old Man Bren !!!
"So he even has more talent and resolve than me in my 20s, huh? " Marcus spoke with a hint of reminiscence in his tone. "You were reckless with no resolve and picked fights with everyone who held a sword in the manor, even challenging the patriarch after slaying third level infant dragon at the second level, you had talent just a sliver inferior to him and no resolve at all, even I as the head of guards, had to follow you secretly under the orders of your father, the patriarch then and resolve problems that you couldn't handle".