Illusion? No, this is dual cultivation!

Su Qinghan’s face in front of him began to blur.

She was still saying something, but her voice seemed to come from the distant horizon, hazy and unclear.

Everything around him was twisting and melting.

For a moment, Lin Yuan felt as if he had fallen into an endless dream.

"Little Linzi..."

A crisp, slightly chiding female voice softly sounded in his ear.

Lin Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, and the scene before him was no longer the simple Pill Room.

A green, grassy Sports Field, a red Plastic Track, and in the distance, the familiar Teaching Building.

Standing before him was a girl in a white dress, exquisitely made up, exuding youthful vitality.

"Beibei?"

Lin Yuan subconsciously called out the name.

This was his girlfriend from his university days, before his Transmigration.

They had been in love for many years, but he had always adhered to his bottom line, never taking the final step.

This had become a deep regret buried in his heart for many years.

"Little Linzi..." The girl called out again, a sweet smile on her face.

"Slap!"

Lin Yuan unhesitatingly gave himself a loud slap.

It stung fiercely.

"Damn it, that really hurts! This dream is too real!" He grimaced.

"Little Linzi, why did you hit yourself?" Beibei was startled by his action and asked with concern.

Lin Yuan, however, suddenly grabbed her wrist, his eyes bursting with astonishing light, and pulled her, sprinting towards the distant Grove.

"What are you doing?" Beibei stumbled, pulled by him, her face full of confusion.

"What am I doing?" Lin Yuan laughed heartily, without looking back.

"Since the dream is so real, naturally I must make up for my greatest regret!"

"What regret?"

"Nothing... Brother will let you see today, the might of my 'Big Brother' status!"

...He didn't know how long had passed, perhaps an hour, or perhaps just an instant.

The dream before Lin Yuan's eyes, like a burst bubble, finally slowly disappeared.

His entire body was sore and weak, as if all his essence, Qi, and spirit had been drained.

His vision refocused.

In the dim room, Su Qinghan, her clothes tattered and disheveled, huddled in the corner. Her exquisite makeup had long been washed away by tears, and her eyes were filled with humiliation, shock, and endless tears.

"Holy crap... Holy crap... Damn it! Was that an illusion cast by this wicked woman?" Lin Yuan shivered, instantly snapping back to reality.

With a thought, he immediately tried to activate the God-Sealing Technique.

However, a tearing pain came from his Divine Soul; the Restriction connected to Su Qinghan had vanished without a trace.

The God-Sealing Technique had been undone by her with some secret art during that absurd "dream"!

Lin Yuan's internal alarm bells rang loudly, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to his head.

It's over!

He messed up!

Sure enough, Su Qinghan glared fiercely at Lin Yuan, her released magical power surging, and an icy killing intent swept through the entire room like a tide.

She raised her hand, and a spiritual light capable of crushing Lin Yuan into a pulp condensed in her palm.

But just as she was about to strike, an unusual sensation of heat surged from deep within her Dantian, instantly flowing through her limbs and bones, causing her condensed magical power to suddenly falter.

In her mind, those shameful scenes from the "dream" just now flashed uncontrollably, intertwining with the present reality.

She found that she... couldn't bring herself to do it.

Within that monstrous killing intent, there was actually a trace of panic and confusion that she herself couldn't understand.

It was as if, if she were to kill this person, her heart would ache.

This feeling was extremely contradictory.

It was a sensation she had never experienced before, mixed with humiliation, anger, yet also an unusual throb.

She wished she could cut this old scoundrel into a thousand pieces.

But for some reason, deep within her body, there seemed to be a hint of... joy for that feeling?

She forcefully suppressed her surging Qi and blood and chaotic mind, wiped away her tear stains, and her voice was hoarse and trembling: "From now on, you and I are even! Never to meet again!"

She almost gritted her teeth as she said this, as if trying to convince herself.

Before her words finished, she stumbled to her feet, transforming into a disheveled spiritual light, and fled the small courtyard in a panic.

It wasn't until that disheveled spiritual light completely disappeared into the sky that Lin Yuan finally let out a long, turbid breath.

His taut nerves relaxed, and his legs felt somewhat weak.

He rubbed his faintly aching old back, and in the depths of his eyes, the golden characters were incredibly hot.

"Cultivation: Fifth Level of Qi Refining: 88/500 (Addable Points)"

"Eighth-Grade Alchemist: 2/200 (Addable Points)"

"Second-Grade Fire Control Art: 0/200 (Addable Points)"

"usable attribute points: 198"

The usable attribute points soared from 158 to 198.

A full forty points increase.

Lin Yuan's mind raced.

Su Qinghan was at the Eighth Layer of Qi Refining, and each time could provide eight attribute points.

Forty points, exactly five times, no more, no less.

"The number of times is the same as in the dream..."

"This woman... why didn't she resist? Could it be that her secret art rendered her immobile?"

This thought flashed through his mind.

"Forget it." He shook his head, suppressing the doubt in his heart.

"I hope she keeps her promise and truly never sees me again in this life."

He straightened his body, his gaze returning to the golden panel, his eyes burning.

"Alchemy Grandmaster proficiency also increased by two points due to continuous Alchemy for the past two days!"

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan, with a thought, added all his usable attribute points to Alchemy.

Strength was the foundation of everything; improving Alchemy would allow him to refine Advanced Medicinal Pills.

With Advanced Medicinal Pills, he could quickly increase his cultivation.

As he willed it, the 198 attribute points instantly reset to zero.

The next moment, countless knowledge, insights, techniques, and experiences related to Alchemy transformed into muscle and Divine Soul instinct, taking root and sprouting within him.

It was as if, in this instant, he was no longer an observer, but had personally become a Grandmaster immersed in the Dao of Alchemy for hundreds of years, having experienced countless furnace openings and refinements, and countless failures and successes.

The understanding of the medicinal properties of Spiritual Materials, the exquisite control of the heat, the grasp of the timing for pill formation... everything became incredibly clear.

The golden characters in his eyes also refreshed accordingly.

"Seventh-Grade Alchemist"

It was done.

On the surface, there were only two Seventh-Grade Alchemists on the entire Hundred Herbs Peak.

This was a Realm he had never dared to imagine before.

He flipped his hand, and the Pill Furnace appeared before him.

Lin Yuan began to refine qi gathering pills.

This time, his movements were fluid and seamless, without the slightest delay.

Fire control, purification, Fusion... every step was as if naturally formed.

Opening the furnace.

A rich medicinal aroma instantly filled the entire Pill Room.

Nine Medicinal Pills lay quietly at the bottom of the furnace, each one round and full.

Four Low Grade, three Medium Grade, and even two High Grade.

Both the quantity of pills produced and their quality had undergone a qualitative leap.

Just as Lin Yuan was about to collect the Medicinal Pills, his Divine Soul suddenly trembled. He was horrified to discover that, at some unknown point, a faint pink brand had appeared on his Divine Soul Origin.

The aura of that brand was identical to that of Su Qinghan, who had fled in a panic!