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Chapter 7 Alchemy
Just now, Xu Yuan hesitated between the two of them, and finally chose Dan Xiu.

Dharma practice sounds powerful, but the one I met did not practice "Taoism" in a down-to-earth manner, but insisted on doing some unorthodox "business law", which made it easy for others to take advantage of it.

In comparison, Dan Xiu is a real ability.

What alchemy practitioners practice are inner alchemy and outer alchemy.

External elixir is used for its purpose, while internal elixir is the basis.

There is a saying among alchemy practitioners: "Rely on external things to strengthen yourself" in pursuit of the ultimate "golden elixir".

Moreover, the cultivation methods of Dan Xiu are the most extensive, which can include Qi circulation, collection and refining, and consumption of food, etc.

So after Xu Yuan had this ball of fire in his stomach, he felt particularly hungry.

I looked everywhere, but there was nothing edible in the mountains.

Even if he saw some wild fruits, Xu Yuan would not dare to eat them. Can you eat anything in Guiwu Mountain?

Xu Yuan suddenly saw the purse in his hand and swallowed.

Those gold, silver and copper...it seems that they are not inedible.

Xu Yuan tried to swallow a silver bean first - after it slid into his stomach, the "fire in his belly" began to refine.

This is the "bait".

For example, most martial artists will use the "bait method" as a supplementary method.

They ate copper and iron to strengthen their skin and bones.

This is where the saying that the seventh-rate martial artists have "copper skin and iron bones" comes from.

A silver bean was refined very quickly, but Xu Yuan's hunger did not decrease much, so he ate a few pieces of silver immediately afterwards.

Then came the copper coins, and before I knew it, the only thing left in my hand was the gold ingot.

Xu Yuan finally felt "full".

Then I realized: This is the limit of cultivation at this time.

These life-saving coins were all made through the Nine-Rate Method. Xu Yuan's alchemy level was not yet up to par, so it was not easy for him to refine so much.

Xu Yuan went to the place where he collected firewood, picked up the axe and started chopping wood.

After an hour, Xu Yuan suddenly felt that the fire in his stomach had completely refined the money he had used to buy his life.

So he stood still on the hillside, opened his mouth and spit out a pill shining with gold and silver light. It flew out from his stomach with a whoosh and went straight to a big tree as thick as a bowl.

Click!

The big tree was broken in half.

Xu Yuan waved his hand, and the pill flew back in a circle, landing in his palm and spinning around.

A heavy weight on my hand.

All the weight of the silver and copper coins eaten before was concentrated on this pill.

But the number is small after all, so the power of this pill is limited to breaking a tree.

But this pill also embodies the life-saving business methods written on the silver and copper coins.

Alchemists can condense "objects" into pills, and they can also condense "methods" into pills. So they should have condensed them into two pills separately, but Xu Yuan was not yet at the level to be so delicate, so he mixed them together.

After this pill was condensed, Xu Yuan became "hungry" again.

So he took out the gold ingot and swallowed it again.

……

Before dark, Xu Yuan returned to the town carrying a bundle of firewood.

The "Yifangting" inn is located in the middle of the town, close to the official road.

Of course, Mr. Qiao wants to occupy the best position.

When passing by "Zhao Ji Fur Shop" at the east end of the town, Xu Yuan subconsciously looked upstairs and found that the windows upstairs were closed.

There were several people standing behind the window, and they saw Xu Yuan through the cracks in the window.

When Xu Yuan looked up, several people quickly moved aside.

"Only this kid came back." Zhao Yong, the owner of the fur shop, said in a deep voice.

Everyone understands what this means.

"He made Huang Wanliang and Fatty Bao?"

"There's something seriously wrong with this kid!"

Huang Wanliang is that Dharma cultivator.

Zhao Yong thought for a moment and said, "I'll go tell the Saint Aunt."

Zhao Yong did not go through the main gate. The Saint Lady had instructed him not to reveal the relationship between the two parties.

Zhao Yong was a martial artist, as agile as a monkey. He easily climbed along the outer wall to the window of the Saint Lady.

The window was open and there was a sound of water coming from inside.

The saint is bathing.

Zhao Yong quickly lowered his head from the window.

The Saint Lady's sweet laughter came: "Look if you want."

Zhao Yong whispered "I dare not".

It’s not that I don’t want to watch it, it’s that I really don’t dare to watch it.

"You're a piece of trash who has the desire but no guts."

Zhao Yong reported in a low voice: "Huang Wanliang and Fatty Bao haven't returned yet."

The sound of water inside stopped, and after a while, the Saint Lady said, "I understand. You go back first."

Zhao Yong replied "yes" and slipped back to the fur shop. Soon after he entered, it was completely dark.

The Saint Lady ordered from the tub, "Let Wu Haishan give him a dose of medicine."

Wu Haishan arrived soon after. "You can't give him that medicine. He was able to create Huang Wanliang and Feibao, so he must be a cultivator. My medicine is only effective for ordinary people. If a cultivator takes it, it will backfire on me."

The Saint Lady waved her hand angrily and asked him to leave.

Wu Haishan walked away sweating profusely.

He is just a ninth-rate alchemist, but the Saint Lady always takes him with her when she goes out, because he has a medicine that can make people obey her orders.

If this medicine is of no value to the Saint, then he himself is of no value either.

The Saint Lady drove Wu Haishan away, and with the help of the maid, she dried herself and put on her clothes. She ordered, "Go and test the quality of that boy!"

The maid bowed and accepted the order. After thinking for a while, she persuaded him again, "Saint Aunt, the bait will be delivered tomorrow. Although that boy has some tricks, he should still focus on the important matters."

The Saint Lady said coldly: "I know my limits!"

The maid didn't dare to say anything more and walked to the candlelight. Her shadow swayed under the candlelight - the shadow suddenly broke away from her body and floated away, slipping through the cracks in the wooden floor, avoiding all light, and quickly flew towards the backyard.

When I reached the backyard, a shadow stood up along the wall. When I opened my eyes suddenly, I saw a pair of bloodshot pupils.

The maid controlled the ghost soldiers and began to search in the backyard.

In a large room near the kitchen, the fat cook was snoring loudly, reeking of alcohol.

The ghost soldier instinctively disliked the smell of alcohol, so he just stuck his head out to take a look and then retracted it. Then he followed the wall to the second room, sniffed, and found no one inside.

So he slipped to the outside of the third house and squeezed in through the crack in the door. There were two broken wooden beds in the room, but only one of them was occupied by a person.

The maid frowned. She knew this man. He had come to deliver meals twice before. His eyes were lustful. Sooner or later, he would be a delicacy in the mouth of the Saint Lady.

There are no other houses in the backyard. Where did that guy go?

The Saint asked, "How?"

"That kid is not in the backyard."

The Saint Lady said angrily, "How is that possible? Today, no one is allowed to travel at night. Even if he is a cultivator, he cannot leave the house."

The maid was a spiritual practitioner, and at night she only dared to control the ghost soldiers to move around, and she didn't even dare to leave the house.

"I'll look for it again."

The ghost soldier sniffed around Erliang's room and found that there was indeed only one person alive.

It floated out and went into the deserted kitchen, even checking the stove and chimney, but still found nothing.

In the end, I had no choice but to move into Uncle Rong Kui's big house.

The strong smell of alcohol made the ghost soldiers want to sneeze, and the loud and long snoring made them feel like their heads were hurting.

It still endured it and searched the whole house.

"Indeed, there isn't one..." The maid was also muttering in her heart. The Saint Lady had already seen it: "Can't find it? Could that boy be hiding in an empty room in the inn?"

The maid immediately asked the ghost soldiers to come back and search every room. After more than an hour, they still found nothing.

"Forget it." The Saint covered her mouth with her bare hands and yawned, "Let's leave it at that for now. Let's rest today."

The maid felt ashamed of her incompetence, so she retracted her ghost soldiers and hid them in a clay pot in the backyard.

I'll see tomorrow morning where that guy went!
(End of this chapter)