A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 317 Purple Scar Pill and Star Plate
As the magma gradually cooled, the heat waves in the cave subsided...

The black tripod that was originally burned red also returned to its original color.

Just at this time, Pan Yong walked over carefully. Wearing thick cowhide gloves, he took off the lids of the four tripods one by one. Suddenly, the aroma of medicine wafted over. The strong aroma contained a hint of coolness. When several people smelled it, they were all shocked.

Duan Rong took a few slow steps and looked intently into a black cauldron.

I saw a thick layer of medicine paste on the black bottom of the cauldron, and the black paste was dotted with purple lines.

"This Purple Mark Pill is indeed worthy of being a pill for the fourth level of True Qi Realm. The fragrance of this medicine is really intoxicating..." Yin Cong stood in front of a cauldron, took a deep breath, and said with an intoxicated look in his eyes.

"That's enough. We still have work to do!" Pan Yong said coldly. He glanced at Duan Rong. "Duan Rong, come here and help me."

Upon hearing this, Duan Rong walked to Pan Yong's side.

Yin Cong glanced at Duan Rong's back, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Pan Yong handed a dry wooden basin to Duan Rong and said, "Take it. I will dig out the medicine paste."

Pan Yong wore gloves and held a small wooden spoon. He bent down, scooped out a spoonful of medicine paste from the black cauldron, and poured it into the wooden basin held by Duan Rong.

The two men dug out the medicinal paste from the two black tripods, which was enough to fill half a wooden basin.

Duan Rong carried the wooden basin and followed Pan Yong to an open space.

Pan Yong took out a bamboo tube, which was only slightly thicker than the thumb and had a wooden handle inside.

Pan Yong took away the wooden handle, stuffed the medicine paste into the bamboo tube with a small wooden spoon, then picked up the wooden handle and stuffed it into the bamboo tube, pressing it down hard.

As Pan Yong moved, a pill the size of a little finger nail rolled out from a small hole at the bottom of the bamboo tube and fell into another wooden basin.

Pan Yong glanced at Duan Rong and said, "Apply oil."

Duan Rong only then realized that he used the small oil-soaked brush to brush a layer of oil on the surface of the pill.

Duan Rong was a little clumsy at the beginning, but soon, he was brushing the oil faster and faster.

Duan Rong freed up his hands, and started to bottle the pills in front of him while applying oil.

The two of them cooperated better and better, and the medicine paste in the wooden basin slowly emptied out. At the side of Duan Rong, there were more than twenty porcelain bottles, each containing twenty pills.

The two of them finished making all the medicine paste. Pan Yong counted and found that there were exactly 25 porcelain bottles.

Pan Yong smiled and said, "The quantity is just right. It went smoothly!"

He turned his head and saw Chen Hu and Yin Cong still busy.

Pan Yong took a small cloth bag and put the twenty-five porcelain bottles into the bag. He looked at Duan Rong and said, "Let's go. It's getting late. Let's go back first."

Duan Rong nodded and prepared to leave with Pan Yong.

Chen Hu glanced over here and glared at Yin Cong with an unhappy look.

Duan Rong was participating in the medicine refining for the first time, and with Pan Yong's help, the speed of making pills was already faster than theirs. Chen Hu knew very well that his speed was definitely not slower than Pan Yong's, and it was obviously Yin Cong who was holding him back.

Pan Yong tied the small cloth bag around his waist, looked at Duan Rong, and said, "Duan Rong, I will go to the medicine pavilion to deliver medicine tomorrow, you come with me. I will take you to Guangluyuan to get your astrolabe back."

"Astrological disk?!" Duan Rong was confused. He didn't know what an astronomical disk was used for.

Duan Rong was about to ask Pan Yong when Yin Cong, who was not far away, suddenly interrupted and muttered, "Brother, you are so biased! At the beginning, I had been here for more than a month before you took me to get the astronomical chart. Duan Rong was only here the second day, and you took him to get the astronomical chart."

Upon hearing this, Pan Yong snorted coldly, did not say anything, and simply walked away.

Seeing the current atmosphere, Duan Rong decided not to ask any more questions and followed Pan Yong away.

At noon on the second day, Pan Yong, Yin Cong and Duan Rong walked out from the main gate of Guangluyuan.

Pan Yong and Yin Cong both had a small cloth bag tied around their waists, and they were both going to the pharmacy to deliver medicine.

Duan Rong walked slowly behind the two of them, looking at a palm-sized iron disc in his hand with flickering eyes.

The disc was heavy, and the spring inside it was delicate.

There is a round hole on the back of the disc, and the front shows the font of ninety-five. Those fonts are inlaid and scrolled, pulled by complex springs.

There is a ring-shaped groove along the front edge of the disc, and six small holes are evenly distributed in the groove.

Pan Yong said: "Everyone's star plate is specially made, and the springs are different. The word 95 on the plate means that your contribution points to the sect are 95 points. Generally, the original contribution points of registered disciples are 85 points. Because we are here with the business master, the original points are 10 points more."

"Don't underestimate these ten contribution points. When you take on missions in Guangluyuan, some of them don't even give you ten contribution points!"

"Guangluyuan? Accept the mission?" Duan Rong looked at Pan Yong in surprise.

Pan Yong raised his hand and pointed at the notice board in front of Guangluyuan. He said, "Well... the tasks posted on that notice board... are usually about recruiting registered disciples..."

"Registered disciples are only considered the bottom level in the sect. The little cultivation resources they get in exchange for more than 80 contribution points a year are not enough. Many fellow disciples barely survive by taking on missions in the Guangluyuan..."

Duan Rong stood in front of the bulletin board beside him and looked at the recruitment notices at the top.

Sure enough, I saw:

Repair the palace, five days and eight contribution points.

Copper mining, eight contribution points in five days.

Duan Rong glanced over quickly and his brows were immediately twisted into a knot.

Why are they recruiting coolies?

Duan Rong suddenly glanced at the bottom of the bulletin board and saw a notice posted there. The contribution points for that task were actually sixty points.

Duan Rong looked carefully and saw the following words: Recruiting two registered disciples, setting up a net in the space-distorted canyon jungle to help capture a young Yuan beast. Note: This mission is somewhat dangerous, please consider carefully.

"Space distortion? A young Yuan beast?" Duan Rong's eyes flickered as he quickly pondered the meaning of these words.

At this moment, Duan Rong saw Pan Yong and Yin Cong had walked to the corner ahead, and he immediately followed them quickly.

As Yin Cong walked, his eyes kept turning...

Pan Yong actually explained to Duan Rong so patiently. This was not his character!

"What's the origin of this kid?" Yin Cong couldn't help but glance at Duan Rong behind him.

The three of them crossed the iron chain in the valley and arrived at another hilltop, which was where the medicine pavilion was located.

It is called a medicine pavilion, but when you get closer, you will see that it is just a simple and old building.

The three of them walked to the door of the medicine cabinet. Duan Rong pondered for a while, but couldn't help asking: "Brother Pan, do we have other channels to get cheap pills from the Shangshi?"

The reason why Duan Rong asked was that he was planning to get some pills from the pharmacy.

Because he was practicing, he needed pills.

If there were other channels, he wouldn't have to be taken advantage of in the pharmacy.

Pan Yong heard this, but smiled awkwardly and said, "That's not the case. The pills for cultivation still need to be exchanged for contribution points at the medicine pavilion."

As the three of them were talking, they had already reached the entrance of the medicine cabinet.

They showed the sect's cloud certificate to the gatekeeper and walked into the medicine cabinet.

Pan Yong stood in front of the square of the medicine pavilion, looked at Duan Rong and said, "Junior brother Duan Rong, you can walk around and get familiar with the environment. Yin Cong and I will go to the warehouse to hand over the refined pills."

After Pan Yong finished speaking, he walked to the side.

Yin Cong deliberately lagged behind by a few steps, and said beside Duan Rong: "We don't have any, so we can only exchange them from the medicine pavilion. Only he has them, so the business master will give them to him privately." Yin Cong winked at Duan Rong and pointed to a row of buildings not far away, saying: "Registered disciples, go over there to exchange medicine."

After Yin Cong finished speaking, he immediately hurried over to chase after Pan Yong.

Duan Rong looked at Yin Cong's back, wondering if his words were true or not. "We don't have it, only he has it."

Duan Rong thought for a while, then turned and walked towards the row of buildings that Yin Cong pointed to.

It was a row of low buildings located in the corner, with a total of three rooms and three signs hanging on them: Pills, Medicinal Materials, and Medicine for Injuries.

Duan Rong's eyes moved and he pushed open the door of the pill shop.

Two hours later, Duan Rong walked out of the room where the medicinal herbs were hung with a dark face.

In his hand, he held a brown porcelain bottle, which contained twenty Zhengyang Pills that he had exchanged for from the pill room with twenty contribution points.

Duan Rong glanced at the room storing medicine next to him and did not go in.

This Zhengyang Pill is just the most common pill, but it takes twenty contribution points to exchange for one bottle.

If a registered disciple does not accept tasks in Guangluyuan, he will not be able to support his own cultivation!

Duan Rong suddenly thought that Fan Yuanhai, Zhu Qunxiang and others were only at the first or second level of the True Qi Realm.

It can be seen that it is impossible for the registered disciples to concentrate on their cultivation during these three years. These people spend more time doing chores for the sect!
Duan Rong suddenly felt that this was a bit similar to his military service in his previous life.

Only those who can be promoted to outer disciples can stay and be considered members of the sect.

Three years later, the rest of the people were simply sent out of the sect and scattered around the world.

Although they passed the Elite Selection Meeting and were chosen as registered disciples, in the eyes of the people in their hometown Xiangu County, they were fish that had made it past the dragon gate and were the pride of heaven, but in the sect, they were just a speck of dust at the bottom.

Duan Rong walked to the door of the medicine cabinet and stayed inside for two hours. Pan Yong and Yin Cong must have left. They just went to the warehouse to hand in the medicine.

Duan Rong stood there, frowning.

Apparently, the time was not right for him to start refining his own medicine. In order not to hinder his progress in cultivation, he had to come to the medicine pavilion to exchange pills.

Then, earning contribution points is a top priority.

Duan Rong suddenly remembered the task that rewarded 60 contribution points.

Sixty points is equivalent to three bottles of Zhengyang Pills!
"...two registered disciples...set up a net to help capture...the young Yuan beast..."

Duan Rong still remembered some important information in that task.

"I wonder how Xiao Yu and Ximen Kankan are doing? We can ask them to accompany us on this mission. If two people go together, we can also have someone to look after us."

Although there were old men like Pan Yong, Yin Cong, and Chen Hu, Duan Rong never considered joining them.

First, they might not be willing to take him with them. Second, Duan Rong was not confident about them.

At this time, there was nothing to do and it was still early, so Duan Rong decided to go see Xiao Yu and Ximen Kankan.

Duan Rong climbed the iron chain from the top of the hill where the medicine pavilion was and returned to the cliff on the lower courtyard. He walked along the edge of the cliff and came to the two iron chains that Ximen Kankan and Xiao Yu were on, and then he climbed into the fog.

Duan Rong stood on the edge of the cliff and hesitated for a moment before rowing towards the iron chain on the Ximen Kankan side.

Duan Rong slid down from the iron chain, jumped, and landed halfway up a mountain.

As soon as Duan Rongfang landed, he heard the faint sound of iron hammering coming from a distance...

Duan Rong walked along the mountain path towards where the sound came from. After a while, he came to a row of caves surrounded by wooden fences.

At the entrance of the wooden fence, there was a white-haired old man sitting and taking a nap.

Duan Rong pushed the old man and handed him his sect's cloud certificate, saying that he was looking for the newly registered disciple Ximen Kankan.

The old man smiled, glanced at Duan Rong's sect certificate, and said, "It's that little fat guy, go ahead."

Duan Rong stepped over the wooden fence. From the old man's appearance, he felt that Ximen Kankan had become quite famous here.

It's only been two days.

Duan Rong looked at the row of caves in front of him and felt dazed.

The old man shouted behind him: "Newcomer, in the third cave on the east side."

Duan Rong turned his head, nodded and thanked the old man, then quickly walked towards the third cave on the east side.

Duan Rong was standing at the entrance of the cave and saw the bright fire and the clanging sound of iron hammering in the depths of the cave, which was a chaotic scene.

Duan Rong walked in. As soon as he reached the firelight, he saw several figures surrounding a stove, smashing red-hot iron blocks with big hammers.

Among them, a chubby figure, with his butt sticking out, hit the hardest...

Duan Rong smiled, walked over, and kicked him on the butt.

Duan Rong didn't use too much force, Ximen Kankan just trembled a little before he stabilized his body.

"Who dares to attack me?"

Ximen Kankan turned his head and saw Duan Rong's face, which was illuminated red by the firelight, smiling at him.

"Duan Rong!"

“Kankan!”

Duan Rong looked at Ximen Kankan, who was sweating all over and his face was covered in black and dust, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

This plump, white fellow had his skin roasted red in just two days.

Ximen Kankan threw away the big hammer in his hand, hugged Duan Rong's arm, and walked out. "Come on, let's go out and talk."

Ximen Kankan pulled Duan Rong out of the cave, and they sat on a stone not far from the cave entrance. Ximen Kankan washed his face with clean water.

Duan Rong looked at Ximen Kankan and said, "Kankan, how have you been these past two days?"

Ximen Kankan smiled and said, "It's OK. Blacksmithing is fun. It would be great if Tao Rong was here. He might be able to give me some pointers. His family runs a weapons shop."

Although Ximen Kankan's tone was relaxed, Duan Rong still caught a hint of grievance in his eyes.

Duan Rong patted Ximen Kankan's shoulder and said, "It's okay, Kankan. Just get through these three years and we'll be able to become outer disciples."

Ximen Kankan laughed bitterly and said, "You are really good at making promises."

Ximen Kankan may have realized that Duan Rong had seen through him, so he stopped trying to hide his feelings and said with his head downcast, "I'm not very experienced yet. After a month or two, when I'm experienced, I'll be able to work one day and rest three days like those old people. Then it will be easy."

Duan Rong knew from what Ximen Kankan said that it was impossible to take on the mission with him for the time being. Ximen Kankan could barely complete the work in the weapons shop.

Ximen Kankan is like this, I wonder if Xiao Yu can bear it?

Duan Rong's eyes suddenly moved, and he looked at Ximen Kankan and asked, "Kankan, do you guys recycle any old weapons?"

Ximen Kankan said: "Yes. They are piled in the cave over there. The discarded old weapons can be recycled..."

"Come on, take me to see it." Duan Rong suddenly became interested and stood up.

If there are enough old weapons, then his ability to devour weapon spirits will come in handy.

(End of this chapter)