flstandardbreds Chapter 143 Level 2 elixir
Chapter 143 Level 2 elixir
Chen Yu shook his head slightly. This Wang Chonglin was really very sociable.
The two had only known each other for a few months and had sat down to talk no more than ten times, but they almost considered themselves close friends.
Does the aura of a foundation-building cultivator really make people want to get close to him?
Seeing him drunk, Chen Yu was inexplicably moved.
Wang Chonglin drinks a bowl of wine every time he says a word, and now he is not quite sober.
"It was Master who used his own true essence to sort out my spiritual power, so that I could break through the ninth level of Qi Refining as soon as possible so that I could start preparing for the foundation building."
For a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator, helping the Qi Refining Stage cultivators to improve their cultivation is not difficult, but the cost outweighs the gain.
Not to mention the loss of spiritual energy, the path of immortality is selfish and selfless, and one will not go far.
Even among parents and children, only a few can do this.
"Brother Chen, to be honest, my master is much more talented than me.
The old man had eight inches and two fen of spiritual roots, and he was less than fifty years old when he laid the foundation.
If it weren’t for Master’s great kindness to me, I would not have been able to reach the threshold of foundation building before I was sixty years old.”
Spiritual root talent is not a very secretive thing, and it can be roughly guessed from the speed of cultivation.
Maybe it is taboo in the eyes of some people, but it can be seen that the master and disciple do not think so.
So Chen Yu listened attentively and did not express any opinions.
Having said this, Wang Chonglin's frustration disappeared.
In addition to being in a state of confusion, he started talking about some trivial matters in the world of immortal cultivation.
Chen Yu was still more interested in this part and listened with great interest.
After half an hour, Wang Chonglin finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell drunk on the stone table.
Everyone has his own sufferings. Even the disciples of the immortal sect who seem to have unlimited glory and the support of their elders sometimes have to drown their sorrows in alcohol.
Chen Yu had no intention of investigating the deeper reasons.
If you have the chance to listen to it in the future, then listen to it. If you don’t have the chance, that’s fine too.
Seeing that Wang Chonglin was drunk and asleep, he quietly left the courtyard.
No one in the market dared to harm the Xianmen's law enforcement disciples, and Lingyi Zhenren was guarding not far away.
That day, Chen Yu was sitting in front of the counter of the weapon refining workshop, fiddling with some low-level spiritual objects in his hands.
These are the raw materials that can be used for talismans, and most of them are parts of monsters in the early stages of Qi Refining.
As a lone weapon refiner, I usually need to sit here for a while.
Suddenly there was a noise outside, and hundreds of monks were gathering together.
Chen Yu saw that although there were many people in the crowd, no one looked anxious.
Thinking there must be something exciting to watch, he left the weapon refining workshop.
Through the conversations of the people around him, he gradually understood what was going on.
It turned out that a casual cultivator in the middle stage of Qi Refining found a 600-year-old Gan Ying grass in Lei Yang Lake.
A mere Qi-refining cultivator carrying a valuable second-grade treasure naturally felt uneasy day or night.
After just a moment's thought, he decided to sell the spiritual herbs at Danhua Market.
He doesn't trust any immortal cultivation family or individual immortal sect.
Only in the market town where everyone is watching can one avoid being killed and robbed of treasures.
He opened the jade box with three layers inside and three layers outside, which could effectively prevent the spiritual energy from escaping.
More importantly, others would not be able to tell from the fluctuations of spiritual energy that I was carrying a second-level spiritual medicine.
As soon as the box was opened, everyone around focused their eyes on it almost at the same time.
Six hundred year old elixirs, even the more common Ganying grass, are not common.
Lei Yangze has been developed by cultivators for a long time. Apart from the spiritual medicine gardens of the major immortal sects and the unexplored spiritual vein branches, where else can one find second-level spiritual medicines?
This cultivator was also lucky, as he happened to encounter the time when the Gan Ying grass was promoted to the second-level intermediate grade, and two demon beasts at the ninth level of Qi Refining were fighting for their lives.
In the end, they both died, benefiting a human who happened to pass by.
The second-grade medium-quality Ganying grass can be used as the main ingredient of Peiyuan Pill.
Even if taken by cultivators in the late stage of foundation building, it has certain effects.
The Qi-refining monks in the market were all envious of the item, but they all knew that it did not belong to them, so no one made a bid.
The monk had anticipated this situation and sat down and waited, but his eyes occasionally glanced in the direction of the weapon refining pavilion run by the Lingxu Sect.
This is the closest Foundation Establishment Master to this place, there is no reason not to come and take a look.
But no matter how long they waited, no monk came out.
About half an hour later, a streak of light flashed across the sky.
It was Yuan Heng Zhenren, one of the two foundation-building masters of Qingchi Sect.
This is a handsome middle-aged man who looks to be around thirty years old.
Almost at the same time, another female cultivator landed not far away. She was Mingyu Zhenren from Danhua Sect.
As soon as the two foundation-building monks arrived, everyone bowed and saluted.
Among the four great immortal sects, the Danhua Sect, which assists in the cultivation of alchemy, is the wealthiest.
The second is the Qingchi Sect, which owns a large area of spiritual plants, and the number accumulated over thousands of years is also not a small number.
Zhenren Yuanheng waved his hand, and before the cultivator could react, the jade box was in his hand.
He observed it carefully for a while and felt quite satisfied, so he couldn't help but say, "It's the second-level spiritual medicine Gan Ying grass, which is good. Are you willing to be my registered disciple?
If you can break through to the late stage of Qi Refining before the age of fifty, I will definitely help you break through to the foundation building stage and inherit my legacy."
The implication is that he wants to get something for nothing.
The cultivator naturally knew how serious it was. Although it was very tempting to join the immortal sect and be blessed by the foundation-building master, it was just a pie in the sky that he could not get.
I entered with the help of spiritual medicine, and my identity as a mere registered disciple would not be taken seriously.
It would be fine if the promise to help build the foundation could not be fulfilled, but I am afraid that one day the real person will be dissatisfied and I will suddenly go insane and die.
He had no choice but to refuse, "My spiritual roots are less than six inches, so I have no hope of building a foundation in this lifetime. I just want to earn more spiritual stones to enjoy myself. Thank you for your love, Master."
Yuan Heng was angry, but his expression remained unchanged. After all, this was a market town, and they had to pay attention to the image of the Immortal Sect.
On the other side, Zhenren Mingyu, who had been silent, suddenly moved her true energy, and the jade box was in her hands again.
Master Yuan Heng couldn't stop him, so he just snorted coldly to express his dissatisfaction.
Ming Yu Zhenren sneered: "You are a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but you speak so insincerely.
I offer 500 spirit stones, do you want to change it or not, little Xiuru?"
The monk quickly agreed. Five hundred spirit stones was not a low price. Although it was not as valuable as a second-level spirit medicine, it also depended on who he was trading with.
Master Yuan Heng turned to look at Master Ming Yu. The other party's eyes were as sharp as torches, and it was obvious that he had no intention of backing down.
Also in the early stage of foundation building, although she is busy refining pills and her magic is not that proficient, she is no pushover.
Moreover, this is the territory of the Danhua Sect. If anything goes wrong, the other two foundation-building cultivators in the sect can arrive in an instant.
The two communicated with each other through their spiritual consciousness for a while, but no one knew what they said.
Anyway, Zhenren Yuanheng, who passed by here, left in a hurry, so Zhenren Mingyu spent five hundred spirit stones to buy this second-level spiritual medicine.