Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 726 The Fine Traditions of the Soul Clan

Because of the collusion between Tong Hun Mie Sheng, Yao Lao did not encounter any resistance when leaving the Soul Clan and quickly returned to the Tian Gang Palace, setting foot on the land of the Central Continent once again.

As expected, upon learning of Yao Lao's arrival, Mo Yu immediately abandoned his trivial matters and rushed to the hall day and night, personally taking over the task of receiving Yao Lao from the Black and White Celestial Venerables.

"Greetings, Holy Master."

Despite having traveled across most of Zhongzhou to return, Mo Yu's appearance was impeccably groomed, showing no signs of travel-related weariness.

"Ah."

The old apothecary nodded slightly, not dwelling on the other party's form of address. He glanced around the hall and said calmly, "Your Ninth Heavenly Venerable Hall seems quite different from the one I came from."

If the former Tianzun Hall was a sinister place resembling a demonic cult, then now it can be described as a sacred place for alchemy.

The surrounding area is filled with rare medicinal herbs and rows of ancient and heavy medicine cauldrons. If it were anyone else, they would not be surprised at all if they mistook this place for the Pill Tower.

Even the old master Yao couldn't help but feel puzzled by this situation.

What exactly is this demonic rain planning to do?
Seeing this, Mo Yu chuckled and cupped his hands, saying, "Holy Master, your insight is truly remarkable. I am doing this on your orders, Miss, to do something that will benefit both the Pill Tower and my Soul Clan."

The old apothecary was somewhat surprised: "Is this Ruoruo's order?"

"exactly."

Mo Yu bowed and gestured for him to enter: "Since the Holy Master has personally graced us with his presence, we would be honored if you were to visit the Holy Land of Alchemy!"

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Looking into the man's incredibly devout eyes, the old doctor felt something was amiss. After much deliberation, he reluctantly nodded and said, "Lead the way."

"As ordered!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yu's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed with great joy.

After half a cup of tea.

Old Master Yao stared wide-eyed at the 'holy ground of alchemy' before him, his lips twitching as he asked, "Is this what you call a mutually beneficial arrangement?"

In the vast central hall, countless cauldrons with rising flames were densely packed together. Countless alchemists crowded among them, some responsible for refining medicine and others for forming pills. Once a step was completed, they would immediately hand over the cauldron to someone else to continue refining. Their efficiency was so high that even Elder Yao was speechless with astonishment.

The intense, almost impenetrable fragrance of the pills, accompanied by the occasional thunderous tribulations, transformed the usually tranquil alchemy process into a bustling marketplace.

This is hardly a sacred place for alchemy; it's clearly just a folk textile factory!

"Hehe, Your Majesty is wise."

Mo Yu smiled and explained, "The Holy Master in black robes once said that the Pill Tower's illness has penetrated to the bone marrow, and ordinary methods are simply ineffective in saving it."

"You should know that the biggest problem with alchemists is that they are difficult to manage and have an inflated sense of self-importance. Even if you give them money, it is mostly just a temporary fix and does not work at all."

"But there's one thing: every alchemist is destined to pursue it."

At this point, Mo Yu grinned and said in a sinister tone, "That is alchemy, a more advanced form of alchemy!"

"A first-grade alchemist may look down on ordinary battle masters, but he would never look down on a second-grade alchemist, because a second-grade alchemist will completely crush him in terms of strength, alchemy skills, and wealth!"

"As long as we throw out the bait of improving alchemy skills, we don't have to worry about those arrogant and conceited alchemists not taking the bait, because if they are unwilling to improve, someone else will naturally take their place."

Upon hearing this, the old apothecary's eyelids twitched violently: "You mean..."

Mo Yu nodded, a sincere smile on her face: "In your words, Miss, it means carrying forward the fine traditions of my Soul Clan." "Boom—"

In an instant, Yao Lao's pupils dilated violently.

With his intelligence, he naturally understood Hun Ruoruo's intentions with ease, which is why he felt unprecedented horror.

If the Soul Clan's methods and techniques were taught to the Pill Tower, let alone 100%, even just a smattering of them would be enough to completely change the current landscape of alchemists in the Central State!

Mo Yu continued walking, leading Yao Lao on a tour of the interior scenes.

However, the more he learned about this enormous pharmaceutical factory, the more alarmed he became.

"Raise your arm higher!"

"Your expression while concocting medicine was off. How can you expect to be promoted if you don't show loyalty to the young lady and the Holy Master?"

Mo Yu knew absolutely nothing about alchemy, so he could only nitpick over trivial matters. But these alchemists just loved it and couldn't see his former arrogance at all.

Even more so, after receiving guidance from Mo Yu, they were so grateful that they called him "Four-Nine Heavenly Venerable," a title second only to "Holy Master Yao Chen" and "Miss Ruo Ruo."

"You, you, you three, come here and show the Holy Master the results of your alchemy."

At Mo Yu's command, three disheveled young men dressed in alchemist robes arrived, their eyes showing exhaustion but also fervent excitement.

"Greetings, Holy Master!"

Mo Yu turned his head and introduced, "These three are five-grade alchemists. Due to their lack of talent, they will find it difficult to break through in this lifetime. However, with our guidance, the three of them can refine six-grade alchemy together."

After saying that, the three of them began to refine the medicine.

One person, with a vigorous inner fire, was responsible for refining the medicine; another, with skillful technique, was responsible for condensing the pill; and the last, with a strong physique, was responsible for undergoing the tribulation of lightning. With the cooperation of the three, a perfectly round pill was refined in less than half an hour.

This speed is even faster than that of an ordinary sixth-grade alchemist!

"Thanks to the efforts of my subordinates and Dan Chen and Cao Ying, the Pill Tower has now issued a brand new Alchemist Medal. People like them will be awarded the medal at the half-step sixth rank."

Mo Yu took the pill, turned around and ordered, "Step back."

The three bowed gratefully to the two men and left without hesitation to continue refining elixirs.

At this moment, the old doctor was completely speechless.

After a long silence, he let out a long breath and asked with some difficulty, "Don't these people need any reward for refining medicine for the Soul Clan unconditionally?"

However, the moment he asked the question, the old doctor regretted it.

Mo Yu knelt on one knee, smiled, clasped his hands, and asked, "This subordinate dares to ask the Holy Master, when you first became his disciple, did you ask for any payment?"

These words immediately brought the entire topic to a close.

Not to mention the old master himself, throughout history, those who seek to become his disciples have always had to pay out of their own pockets; they could never ask for payment!

If you don't learn it, plenty of others will!
His expression changed, and Yao Lao felt a tightness in his chest. He remained silent for a long time before letting out a soft sigh.

He knew that once this plan was expanded and implemented, those old and conservative alchemy forces would suffer a truly devastating blow that shook their very foundations.

The last fig leaf of the Medicine Clan has been removed.

(End of this chapter)