Xuanxia

Chapter 305 New Goals

On the roof, the sparrows, strangely but unnoticed, turned their heads flexibly, taking in everything in the venue.

At the same time, several streets away from the venue, in an inconspicuous little house with closed doors and windows, a skinny and dark man was sitting cross-legged.

A circle of white candles were placed around him, forming a strange pattern; he was also wearing a cloak and headdress with a strong sense of ritual, decorated with a lot of eagle feathers. As his ten fingers kept making twisted and strange spells, the eagle feathers and white candles also flickered with strange light rhythmically.

When he opened his eyes, his pupils shrank as small as needle tips, which was extremely strange; but at the same time, two faint lights were projected from his pupils, shining on the wall in front of him.

In that dim light, everything happening at the Hidden Dragon Hundred Heroes Conference could be vaguely seen; everything that the sparrow saw was reflected here!
"Onan."

Behind the strange man, in the shadow of the hut, a tall, burly man with a gloomy face, about thirty years old, slowly walked out. He said in a calm voice: "You have been looking for so long, did you see anything useful?"

This man didn’t speak Dayan Mandarin, but Northern Yi dialect!
The man named Onan, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, did not look back.

"little Prince……"

He opened his mouth with an extremely hoarse and unpleasant voice: "We seem to have been deceived."

The Beiyi dialect is different from Dayan Mandarin, and the pronunciation is shorter and clearer. However, it still looks a bit strange that he blurts out one or two words at a time.

And that burly man was none other than the little prince of Beiyi, Ashina Manar, whom Fu Qingzhou, Ning Wushu and others had been waiting for for a long time!
Hearing Onan say this, Manar frowned slightly and said, "Explain clearly."

"I asked Yu Ling to go and check out the alchemist's storehouse of medicinal materials."

Onan said in a hoarse voice: "Medicinal materials, that's not right."

Mannar frowned even more tightly, did not speak, just waited to hear the next words.

"Life is endless. Medicinal materials can grow flesh, regenerate bones, and increase blood... Rare and precious."

Obviously, what Onan wanted to say was a bit complicated, which was a bit difficult for him: "Refine the medicine, consume it, and it must be left behind, but there is no corner in the warehouse."

Now Mannar understood.

To refine the Pill of Everlasting Life, one must use extremely precious medicinal materials. That kind of magical pill with miraculous effects must be made from various thousand-year-old immortal herbs, and it must be medicine that has the effects of regenerating muscles, repairing bones, and increasing qi and blood.

And just as Onan said, it is impossible to use up all the medicinal materials at once when refining the medicine. No matter whether it is the main material or the auxiliary material, there will always be some left after the refining is completed.

After all, alchemy is not as simple as throwing all the materials into the furnace. It requires proportioning and mixing. Even if the most powerful alchemist wants to refine this kind of magic pill, it is impossible to succeed in one go.

Therefore, after refining the magic pill, there will definitely be a lot of scraps left in the warehouse, and there may even be a lot of unused rare herbs.

Manar knew that Onan was also a famous medicine practitioner on the grassland - otherwise he would not have brought him along, because his purpose was to let him identify the magic pill.

But at this time he said that there were no alchemy materials in the Wulin Alliance’s warehouse?
He frowned and stared at the fighting scene projected on the wall. "In this conference, contestants often get injured, and the Wulin Alliance also has to prepare healing pills for them. Could it be that the materials were used there?"

Onan said quietly, "No."

As he said that, he reached into his arms and took out a small pill: "Look."

Mannar narrowed his eyes slightly.

He knew Onan's abilities...

On the grassland, there are very few shamans who can cultivate to the seventh level of spiritual enlightenment, let alone a shaman like him who can communicate with feather spirits, that is, birds.

Other nature spirits may be more powerful, but it is impossible for them to be as omnipresent as Yu Ling.

Therefore, this pill must be the healing pill that Onan stole from the Wulin Alliance using Yu Ling and gave to the contestants.

Manar put the pill under his nose and sniffed it gently: "It's a very good pill." "To refine this pill, you need a hundred years, white cherry, cartilage grass, and peony root..."

After Onan listed several medicinal materials in one breath, he said calmly: "The main material is too weak; the auxiliary material is too strong; the efficacy is biased."

Mannar frowned again.

The healing pills that the Wulin Alliance gave to these young heroes were indeed excellent. They were all made from centuries-old herbs. But as Onan said, if they were the leftovers from making the Everlasting Pill... then their efficacy would be far from that of the main ingredient. If they were used as auxiliary ingredients, they would be too strong and might even affect the efficacy of the main ingredient.

As for whether there is any deviation in the efficacy, he doesn't understand pharmacology, so he really doesn't know.

He was silent for a moment, wanting to continue his inference, but Onan spoke first: "Perhaps, there is no life, and it will never end."

Mannar's eyes suddenly lit up!
"What did you say?"

His voice immediately became extremely sinister: "Are you saying that my father, the Great Khan, was wrong in his judgment? Are you saying that the sacrifices of so many of our good men were meaningless?"

But Onan didn't seem to be afraid of this threat at all. His expression didn't change at all, and his voice was still flat and hoarse: "But I seem to have found the reincarnated ancestor spirit."

"what?!"

Mannar was shocked: "What did you say?!"

He strode closer to the projection on the wall, pressed his face close to it, and stared at the blurry picture with wide eyes: "Who is it?!"

Onan's pupils dilated slightly, then shrank again, and the ten fingers of his hands also made strange gestures. Then the picture enlarged and focused on the big stage - Fu Qingzhou and Wu Changfeng were fighting fiercely.

"It's him?"

Manar immediately noticed Fu Qingzhou: "Isn't he the little Qianlong?"

Of course he knew Fu Qingzhou...

It was this guy who shouted the name of the Everlasting Life Pill outside the gate of the Wulin Alliance, claiming that others should give the top spot to him. Naturally, such behavior was known to the spies under Manar, and Fu Qingzhou also became their main focus.

"I'm investigating his background."

Onan said in a hoarse voice: "He comes from the southwest, the mountains. The True Immortal, the Immortal Wind, the Golden Cicada, and the Palm Sword all want him."

"The mountain in the southwest?" Manar stared at the blurry face of Fu Qingzhou in the picture and murmured, "Is it Bailu Mountain?"

"For now, I don't know."

O'Nan said: "But, we will know once we try."

"Yes... If this person is really the one we are looking for, we will know after a try."

Manar's eyes flickered continuously. "And this person also knows about the immortality pill. He is either closely related to the Wulin Alliance, or he is also involved in the plot to deceive us!"

After pondering for a moment, he said quietly, "If he is really the reincarnation of his ancestors, it doesn't matter whether he has the immortality pill or not!"

After saying this, he grinned and laughed very happily: "Onan, if this is difficult to accomplish, you should take the lead!"

"Don't dare."

Onan said calmly: "Right now, the important thing is how to capture this person."

Manar smiled softly, his smile full of confidence: "He does have some tricks, and he is quite powerful, but in the end he is just a fifth-level warrior. It is not difficult to catch him. Pass on my order... It is time for the men of the Yi tribe to move!"

(End of this chapter)