Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation

Chapter 416: Alchemists Association (4)

Without impurities. Without flaws. Without defects.

Kyrian then placed nine more bottles on the table, lining them up beside the others.

Lio Han’s expression became strange.

’What is going on here?’

It was difficult to believe. He opened every single one.

He checked them one by one, removing each pill, examining every surface, every sheen, every detail.

And found exactly what he expected. Again.

"All perfect."

"One hundred perfect Rank 4 pills."

"And they weren’t just Qi Gathering Pills."

There were other kinds of pills in different bottles.

Meridian Recovery Pills, used to heal damage to energy channels, something that normally required months or even years of natural recovery.

Body Strengthening Pills, used to strengthen muscles, bones, and tendons, accelerate the body’s adaptation to cultivation.

Spiritual Purification Pills, used to remove impurities from cores, increasing the purity of stored Qi.

All perfect.

"Every single one."

The man leaned back in his chair. Thoughtful.

His eyes swept across the bottles lined up on the table, a small fortune in pills, a collection many alchemists would spend their entire lives trying to match.

"Even after decades working as an alchemist..."

"I’ve never seen so many perfect pills gathered in one place."

This simply wasn’t normal.

Then he opened the third bottle, the black jade one, the most valuable of them all. The medicinal aroma became even more refined.

More complex. More powerful.

"Qi Burst Pills," he murmured, recognizing the scent immediately.

It was a high-risk pill, used to temporarily increase the destructive power of a cultivator’s Qi, but one that could cause permanent damage if not refined perfectly.

He took one out.

He observed it carefully, examining the surface with a spiritual magnifying lens that he retrieved from his own spatial ring.

Then he sighed.

"Ninety-seven percent."

"Not even I can produce this consistently." His voice carried sincerity. It was not false modesty.

Nor was it an exaggeration meant to flatter an important client.

It was a genuine admission, the acknowledgment of an experienced professional standing before a remarkable achievement.

Then he raised his eyes.

"Do you have more?"

Kyrian nodded.

And placed four more bottles on the table, all made of the same black jade, all carrying the same inner glow.

This time, Lio Han fell completely silent. He opened each one.

He examined them all, some with the lens, others with only his eyes, and some with a technique Kyrian did not recognize, a subtle emission of Qi that swept through the interior of the bottles.

Some possessed ninety-five percent purity.

Others ninety-six. Others ninety-seven.

And some reached ninety-eight, so close to perfection that the difference was almost imperceptible.

"All absurdly close to perfection."

"Anywhere else, they would be considered treasures."

When he finished the inspection, he slowly closed the bottles one by one, like someone saying farewell to something precious.

Then he looked directly at Kyrian.

Now his curiosity had reached its limit.

"May I ask a question?"

"You may."

"Do you know who refined these pills?"

Kyrian did not understand the reason for the question.

’Why does he want to know that? What does it matter who refined them?’ Even so, he answered.

"I do."

Lio Han nodded, a slow, thoughtful gesture, as if organizing his thoughts before continuing.

"Based on the herbs used and the condition of the pills, I can tell they were refined recently."

"They are not ancient treasures. They are not relics found in ruins."

"They are new."

He rested his arms on the table, adopting the posture of someone having a serious conversation, someone who was not there merely to do business, but to understand.

"So I would like to know which master alchemist refined them."

Kyrian answered immediately.

"Me."

Silence filled the room.

Lio Han blinked once, twice, three times.

Then he smiled, thinking it was a joke.

"I see."

But Kyrian continued looking at him.

Without smiling. Without changing his expression. Without showing the slightest hint of humor.

His violet eyes remained fixed on Lio Han’s, unshaken, as though saying, "This is not a joke."

Lio Han’s smile gradually disappeared. First, the corners of his lips lowered. Then the amusement in his eyes faded. Then his expression became serious.

"Wait."

He leaned forward, and his entire body seemed more tense now, more alert.

"You refined them yourself?"

"Yes."

The answer came simply. Naturally.

As if he were talking about the weather, as if refining perfect Rank 4 and Rank 5 pills was something anyone could do.

For several seconds, Lio Han did not know what to say.

His fingers tapped against the jade table, a nervous habit, almost imperceptible.

It was difficult to believe. Very difficult. Kyrian looked far too young. Much too young.

Even alchemical geniuses, those who appeared once every century, whose names were written into history books, required decades of study and practice to reach Rank 5, let alone produce Rank 5 pills with such purity.

And Kyrian did not appear to be even twenty years old.

It made no sense. It should not have been possible.

Then another question arose, one that could explain the apparent contradiction.

"Where is your alchemist badge?"

Kyrian blinked.

"Badge?"

Now it was Lio Han’s turn to be surprised.

"You don’t know what that is?"

"No."

The man remained silent for several seconds.

His gaze swept across Kyrian’s face, searching for signs of deception, for any indication that the young man was lying or joking.

He found nothing.

’He really doesn’t know.’

Then he began to explain, his voice becoming more instructive, like a teacher explaining something to a promising student.

"The badge is an alchemist’s official identification."

"It represents your rank. Your status. Your position. Your recognition throughout the entire continent."

"Without it, an alchemist is simply... someone who knows how to refine pills. With it, he is a recognized member of the largest alchemy organization in the world."

In addition, it granted countless benefits.

Discounts when purchasing herbs, sometimes up to fifty percent depending on rank.

Priority in auctions. Registered alchemists could place items in auctions more easily than others.

Commercial benefits, reduced transaction fees, and extended payment deadlines.

Official recognition. The badge was accepted in all major cities, opening doors that would otherwise remain closed.

Protection from the Alchemists Association. In the event of conflicts, the association would intervene on their behalf.

As he listened, his eyes drifting toward the five-star symbol on Lio Han’s chest, Kyrian’s eyes gradually began to shine.

Not because of the prestige. Nor the status. Nor the protection.

But because of one specific word.

’Discount.’