Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 243 Gradual Enlightenment
Wei Songnian quickly checked the pills in his storage bag, took out twenty-four medium-grade spirit stones, and said:
"This is the spirit stone to pay for eight hundred pills."

Ji An took twenty of them and pushed the rest back.

"Why are you giving me so much for a pill that costs three spirit stones each? You should take the profit you deserve."

He now makes much less talismans. Currently, their business dealings are mainly in the trade of spirit wine, and occasionally they sell second-level spirit fruits on his behalf.

Wei Songnian showed an honest smile:

"We cooperated with other alchemists, and the previous transactions were at this price."

The family has always wanted to expand its influence in the medicine market and has contacted many alchemists, but has not been able to reach an agreement.

Now that Senior Brother Ji has started to refine the elixir, he feels it is an opportunity.

Ji An waved his hand and said:

“For me, I’m learning alchemy because I’ve had a lot of free time recently and I want to avoid wasting time.

Without the support of the sect's medicine garden and other channels, I will inevitably reduce the number of times I refine pills in the future."

Monks are not puppets. They cannot repeat one thing endlessly without getting tired, nor can they practice for twelve hours every day.

Therefore, whether it is body training or elixir refining, they are all a kind of adjustment in spiritual practice.

"Brother, if you want to make an elixir, just tell me. I will send someone to collect the elixir."

Wei Songnian immediately made a guarantee that the Wei family had also accumulated some wealth in Mingfeng Mountain over the years.

If they can find a trustworthy high-level alchemist to cooperate with, they are willing to spend money to collect medicinal materials.

"My purpose in refining pills is to refine late-stage foundation-building pills for my own cultivation, which may conflict with your philosophy."

Alchemy is just a means to an end. Improving his cultivation faster is Ji An's real goal. This means that he will not spend a lot of time and energy on alchemy every day.

After refining the Yan Yang Pill, his next target was the Qing Lian Pill.

He currently has more than 200 Qinglian Pills in his hands, which can be exchanged for a batch of medicinal materials to improve his alchemy experience.

Later on, Ji An would try the Purple Ganoderma Condensing Yuan Pill taken by cultivators at the ninth level of foundation building.

“Senior Brother has a bright future, so naturally he is different from us.

If you want to collect herbs, just ask."

Wei Songnian smiled and said that even if the other party was unwilling to refine pills for sale, this relationship must be maintained.

After seeing Wei Songnian off, Ji An drove the shuttle to Lingxiao Mountain.

Unlike in the past, monks were coming in and out of the Qinong Hall from time to time.

He stepped in and found two unfamiliar brothers busy in front, and Senior Brother Ye was looking through the account books at the door of the warehouse.

Ji An condensed his voice into a line and transmitted the message:

"Brother Ye."

The alchemy task has strict requirements for the alchemist. Brother is willing to help, but it cannot be made public.

Ye Changqing came back to his senses, looked over, then stood up and waved.

Ji An walked over quickly, and the two of them sat down in the attic above the main hall.

"Brother, I bought 500 genuine Yanyang Pills and came here to exchange them for medicinal materials. Please check them."

He took out a storage bag and handed it to the other party.

"Junior brother, you're very fast."

Ye Changqing smiled and took out the pills to check them one by one.

Every pill that enters the warehouse must be carefully checked without any negligence.

Ji An responded:
"After all, it's a elixir for the initial stage of foundation building, and it can be bought with spirit stones."

Any problem that can be solved by spirit stones is not a problem.

The two chatted intermittently, and Ye Changqing checked very carefully. It took him nearly half an hour to finish the inspection.

"The quality of the pill is good. It is made using the Luofeng Valley's refining method. I can give you one hundred and forty furnaces of medicinal materials."

"How do you tell the refining technique?"

Ji An was stunned. Could it be that Luofeng Valley could put some kind of mark on the pills?
"The fire control techniques and elixir separation methods in alchemy are different, and the elixir patterns formed will also have slight differences.

For example, the elixirs refined by the Three Yang Dan Huo Jue of the Ning Cui Ya lineage all have similar characteristics."

Ye Changqing explained and talked about many techniques for distinguishing elixirs.

He himself does not know how to make elixirs, but his knowledge of elixirs is much better than many alchemists.

Ji An was stunned by what he heard, and gained a lot of strange knowledge.

Ye Changqing stood up and said, "Junior brother, please wait a moment. I will go get the herbs."

Small groups of monsters continued to attack the Mingfeng Mountain Fairy City. The three sects joined forces with other families and set up a large reward.

Various elixirs and magical instruments that are rarely seen in daily life are included in the bounty.

That night, in a cave in the fairy city.

The two wandering cultivators sat together, their auras as deep as the sea.

On the table burned an oil lamp fueled by monster fat, and the green flame was like the tongue of a green snake.

In front of each person, there is a cup of tea, with white leaves with golden patterns floating in the tea, and a faint fragrance spreading out.

A monk with a hideous scar on his forehead said:

"These sects have invested a huge amount of money. Various realm-breaking elixirs, healing secret medicines, foundation-building pills, and essence-nourishing pills have appeared in the bounty. Hehe, I wonder if there are any cultivators who can survive and get them."

His words were full of sighs and a hint of cruelty.

The monk next to him, with a fair complexion and a few wisps of beard, laughed faintly and said slowly:
“Of course there are dangers, but if there weren’t dangers, it wouldn’t be our turn.

After taking such a big risk, all we get is a chance.

From this point of view, we are essentially no different from those younger generations who are refining Qi and building foundations. We are just hunting dogs attracted by the meat bones thrown by a few sects. "

His eyes were deep, and his tone, though calm, carried a murderous tone.

The monk with the scarred face gritted his teeth and said hatefully:

"These sects control the key resources for breakthroughs, forcing us independent cultivators to work hard and gain so much wealth from us. How despicable!

Brother Chen Sheng, do you think they will really take out the Golden Elixir?
Wouldn't it be better to use such precious medicine to cultivate their own monks!
Even if we take a step back and say that if a Jindan cultivator appears among the independent cultivators, the forces in Xizhou will inevitably be reshuffled.

This is definitely not what those sects want to see."

After taking several external medicines, the cultivators who have reached the fifth level of Chao Yuan will capture the great medicine in their body and combine the five qi in their chest, and then take the golden elixir to stimulate the Yuanming fire in the dantian to harmonize with the qi and forge the golden elixir.

Cultivators need to find external medicines themselves, and elixirs like the Golden Elixir cannot be bought on a normal day.

Even if a casual cultivator wants to sell himself to join the sect, he will not be trusted and allowed to form a golden elixir.

“Without offering huge rewards, how could any cultivator be willing to risk his life?

When a demonic disaster breaks out, the first places to be besieged will undoubtedly be the territories of the various families and sects."

The flame of the oil lamp crackled, and the light and shadow flickered. Chen Sheng's handsome face was distorted, like an evil ghost.

“As I said earlier, it’s because of the danger that we get this opportunity.

Whether it’s true or not, you have to give it a try.”

The scarred monk said in a deep voice:

"Brother Chen Sheng, you have known each other for many years and have been through life and death countless times.

You have now reached the fifth level of Chao Yuan, and I am willing to help you achieve merit and obtain the Golden Elixir.

When my brother condenses his golden elixir, we will also establish our own sect and build the fourth sect in Xizhou!"

"Brother Wu Long, with your help, great things will be accomplished!
If I am lucky enough to achieve the Golden Elixir, I will be qualified to contact the high-level merchants in Central China, and I will definitely do my best to help you obtain the Golden Elixir.

My idea is not to establish a sect, but to build a fairy city for independent cultivators."

"Great," Wu Long clapped his palms together, "This way, even though we don't have the name of a sect, we have the reality of a sect, and we can also unite many independent cultivators."

The cold light of the full moon caresses the water, and ripples shimmer in the cold pond.

The light near the Youyue Cangyu Tree was particularly bright.

Ji An sat cross-legged on a cushion under a tree, practicing the Qingmu Changchun technique. The light of the many spiritual objects around him gradually dimmed.

The water-type spiritual light of the moist breath flashed with a deep black light, the earth-type spiritual light of the nourishing breath emitted a yellow light, the wood-type spiritual light of the vigorous growth breath was an eye-catching emerald green, and the silver moonlight was like a drizzle, sinking into his mouth and nose with his breath.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, silver flowers fell like snow, and the soul cheered with joy.

Frost formed on his hair and skin, and his whole body seemed to become transparent.

Ji An was lost in thought. He felt like a wild grass, withering and flourishing with the passing of the seasons. His life alternated between flourishing growth and withering and dying. He would hide after flourishing, and flourish again after surviving the cold winter.

Year after year, the sun and the moon pass, the mountains collapse and the rivers dry up, and the wild grass has gone through countless generations, but when the spring breeze blows, it is still as green as before.

The coldness in his body grew stronger and stronger. Ji An ended his practice and slowly closed his eyes.

The Canglong wood is completely rotten and its original appearance cannot be seen.

The dark yellow soil was like a piece of clay that had fallen off the earth wall after experiencing countless winds and frosts, and the trickling spiritual water in the jade bowl had completely "evaporated".

He took away the cushion, revealing the white soil, which was the trace of the vitality in the black soil being plundered.

Ji An chanted the Thick Earth Returning Origin Mantra, and a warm yellow spiritual light covered this 'chosen' land. The nourishing Dharma power permeated the land, repairing the wounds it had suffered.

The magic gestures in his hands changed, and a white mist rolled up. The mist shone with a jade-like luster under the moonlight, as if it contained pearls.

The way of Guishui is full of moistening aura, like spiritual rain that moistens everything silently. Ji An's magic power surges, and his body floats.

Beside the cold pond, the Tianyuan pear tree was hung with spiritual fruits with a blue luster, bending the branches.

The fruit is as big as an egg and as smooth as jade.

The next day.

After breakfast, Ji An came to the dragon blood tree, sat down cross-legged and practiced his skills, starting his day of cultivation.

As the technique was practiced, various colored spiritual lights surrounded his body.

Light black, yellow, emerald green, and orange.

They are the light of Gui water, the light of Ji earth, and the light of Ding fire, and the Dharma spirit of moisturizing, nourishing, and warming is pervasive.

Ji An felt like he had turned into a burning fire tree, with its roots reaching deep into the earth, drawing nutrients from the magma.

The Qingmu Changchun Gong has completely changed in Ji An's hands, which is probably something that even the creator of the Gong could not have expected.

The sun rose, and the pale golden sun fire fell from the void, sinking into his body along with other spiritual lights.

The brilliance of Ji earth enters the spleen, Bing and Ding fire enter the heart, Gui water enters the kidney, Jia and Yi wood enter the liver. The four kinds of light flow, and the lungs appear slightly bright white.

If the high-level cultivators in the sect knew about this, they would definitely be shocked. This is totally beyond the reach of a foundation-building cultivator!

(End of this chapter)