The cultivation chamber was wrapped in silence.0

At long intervals, a deep and steady breath rose and fell, the only thing proving that a living being was present within. 0

When another strand of medicinal fiend qi was fully expelled, the redness on Luo Chen's face slowly faded. Even after years of consuming True Flame Pills and expelling medicinal fiend qi, his face was still flushed red every time. If his build were a little more robust, the first step he took outside would likely earn him the nickname "red-faced drunkard."1

Well, not that it really mattered. The path of cultivation branched into countless routes; each cultivator relied on their own methods to advance toward the ultimate Great Dao of Immortality. People practiced different and often peculiar techniques, the effects of which frequently surfaced upon the body. Red faces, purple complexions, or even sickly, wax-yellow skin were all common sights. Those who suffered mishaps during cultivation were even known to turn white-haired overnight, or exit seclusion looking like mummies fresh out of the grave.2

Luo Chen did not care much about his facial complexion. Still, given the sheer toughness of his physique, the changes in his skin tone demonstrated just how domineering the medicinal potency of the supreme-grade True Flame Pill was.0

"A single pill is enough to match ten low-grade ones!" Luo Chen muttered to himself as his eyes flashed with delight. 0

For most pills, differences in grade led to an exponential increase in medicinal potency. Mid-grade, top-grade, and supreme-grade pills had two, four, and eight times respectively the potency of a low-grade pill. This pattern was not necessarily common knowledge; Luo Chen had discerned through his own experimentation. As for other alchemists, very few were able to refine...0