?After obtaining the Flying-Ascension Pill, Qin Feng didn't show much surprise, since he wasn't alone and couldn't possibly leave everyone behind. Even if the pill ultimately proved ineffective, he wouldn't feel disappointed—after all, he could simply focus on his own cultivation and ascend on his own terms, which wasn't difficult at all. When he shared this thought with the girls, they were all astonished and urged him to take it immediately. The advantage of the Flying-Ascension Pill lay in its ability to bypass the heavenly calamity and allow one to become a deity directly. Honestly, everyone was deeply concerned—after all, so many people had already died at his hands, even though most of them were truly deserving of their fate. The sheer number of lives lost had created a heavy toll, and enduring the heavenly calamity would surely be no easy task. "Don't worry," he said with a cheerful smile. "I'm not afraid." Lin Caiwei saw his resolute expression and said, "Since you've made up your mind, let's give it a try. My plan is to first refine the Tianren Pill, then divide the Fusheng Pill into several equal portions and blend them into the refined Tianren Pill. But as for the actual success rate—I can't guarantee it." "Ha, that's exactly what we'll do. You're the expert when it comes to alchemy." He nodded. "Even if we can't produce a pill that directly enables flight to the heavens, at least everyone's cultivation will see some improvement. The Fusheng Pill is no ordinary immortal pill." Right away, Lin, the beautiful woman, arranged the alchemical furnace and quickly got everything ready. The first step was to refine the Tianren Pill—a technique she had just discovered. It had come about because of the relentless alchemical work over the past few days; worn out from fatigue, she had once again forgotten to remove the finished pills, and then proceeded to prepare another batch. By convention, the earlier pills and subsequently added herbs would be ruined, yet the result was unexpectedly a superior Tianren Pill with three times the spiritual energy of the ordinary version. Overwhelmed by this discovery, she repeated the process several times, though the success rate slightly declined, still yielding a number of high-grade Tianren Pills. Lin Beijia, a thoughtful and resourceful girl, immediately conceived the idea of further refining the ingredients. Through a series of experiments, she successfully produced pills with nine times the potency of the standard version—meaning that what previously required ten Tianren Pills now only needed one, and the raw materials required for the refining process were merely three times those of the ordinary version. Her next step was to continue refining. As the number of refinement cycles increased, so did the difficulty; through collective efforts, they ultimately achieved a medicinal potency equivalent to three hundred times that of the standard version. This marks a significant advancement in alchemy—while it's uncertain whether the heavenly realm has anyone who masters this technique, there's no doubt that the cultivation world hasn't. The prescription obtained from the Chen family clearly indicates that the Chen family themselves do not possess this skill. He lifted the nearly exhausted Lin beauty with great effort and kissed her deeply, saying, "Wife, you truly are a talent—my husband is absolutely impressed." "Hmm, I discovered this by accident," she smiled, "and it's quite fortunate." "Next up, we'll be preparing the immortality pills for ascension." Twenty-four first-rate heavenly pills had just been produced—enough for each family member to receive at least one. "Rest for a while," he said with genuine concern. "No, I'll take a few pills, and my spiritual energy will replenish itself within minutes." She replied. Very well, then, let's continue. Dividing the ascension pills into twenty equal portions is a monotonous task, yet for cultivators, it's not particularly difficult. ... Crystal King Star, network point. Saktos's face was pale with distress. Since he ascended to the throne, he had launched numerous campaigns against other planets, though he had occasionally suffered defeats, his overall victory rate far outpaced his losses. He had originally believed conquering Earth would be a straightforward task—yet in the end, not only did he fail, but he also lost over eight-tenths of his total forces. As a result, in this stellar region, he now had little influence, often having to defer to others on matters of significance. Most painful of all was the fate of his generals—none of the ones he dispatched survived. Especially heart-wrenching was Mili, the beautiful general with exceptional physique and appearance, whom he had always held in high regard, even contemplating marrying her as his queen on more than one occasion. It was precisely for this reason that he initially entrusted her with command. Below the throne, several figures trembled—these were the last few marshal-level magical beings of Crystalline King Star. Though they hadn't been the ones who suffered defeat, none could withstand the King's wrath. Should they become the target of his anger, they would surely face a dire fate. The third general quickly interjected, "Actually, we can simultaneously seek aid from the Mage Emperor and unite with the kings of several neighboring planets, asking them to send troops together. With hundreds of thousands of soldiers pressing in, Earth will surely be destroyed. The advantage is that we can settle our grievances swiftly—but the downside..." "What downside?" he arched an eyebrow. "The distribution of spoils—by the time it's all settled, we'll likely end up with nothing. The spoils will be divided among the other kings." Sakthos frowned, "Compared to these modest benefits, avenging ourselves is more important. You go ahead and act immediately—seek as many allies as possible. After all, we're not going to gain much anyway. The more competitors we have, the happier I'll be." ... The furnace now glowed a semi-transparent, deep crimson, and the room's temperature surged sharply, with beads of sweat forming on everyone's foreheads. Huff... The furnace began to rotate automatically, soon casting faint afterimages, as though a vibrant crimson flame were pulsing and dancing within it. At the crucial moment, there was no room for any hesitation. Qin Feng stood at the very end of the line, placing his palms on the shoulders of the spiritual energy, continuously channeling the spiritual power flowing from within him to her. In front of Ling'er were Mei Hui, Fang Fang, Shu Ya Jing, He Mu Qing, Chen Yue, Su Wu, and other women, with Lin Caivé, the family's foremost expert in alchemy, naturally positioned at the forefront.