Cultivating Immortality from the Book of Life and Death

Chapter 48: Alchemist's Cave. (Second update!)

Ping Pong Pong...

Zheng Que exerted strength from his waist and back, raised his fist, and punched the plum blossom floor more than ten times.

Finally, a faint crack appeared on the surface of the floor.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but frown. There must be some mechanism here that he hasn't discovered, otherwise, the mayor, a mere mortal, would definitely not be able to go down.

At this time, seeing that Zheng Que had not yet broken the ground, Qingli said impatiently: "You human child, get out of my way!"

As she spoke, her arms suddenly extended and grabbed the plum blossom floor like a ghost.

boom! ! !
With a loud bang, the entire plum blossom floor was instantly cracked by the green glass, leaving a finger-wide crack.

Qingli continued to attack, his arms like wheels, constantly hitting the ground.

Boom boom boom...

Amidst the flying sand and rocks, the plum blossom pavement made crisp cracking sounds. Soon the entire pavement broke into pieces and collapsed, revealing a hole in its place.

Zheng Que was delighted. He waved his sleeve to clear away the dust in his face and quickly stepped forward to check. He saw a tunnel under the cave!
The tunnel was built with blue bricks, slanting downwards, seemingly leading to a deeper place. This tunnel was obviously rarely opened. Now that the top was broken, a musty smell and cold air peculiar to years of closure immediately gushed out from inside.

Zheng Que did not jump down immediately, but picked up a piece of gravel from the side and threw it inside.

boned...

The rubble rolled down the tunnel and stopped after a moment. Apart from that, everything was quiet and nothing happened.

Zheng Que waited for a moment before cautiously entering and heading downstairs.

click, click, click...

The footsteps were particularly loud in the cramped tunnel, and Qingli followed closely behind.

This tunnel was longer than imagined. The skylight gradually disappeared behind him, and the surroundings gradually immersed in darkness. However, Zheng Que was now a cultivator at the second level of Qi training, and his eyesight was extraordinary, so he could still see his surroundings clearly.

He walked along the tunnel for about an incense stick of time, and a stone door appeared in front of him.

There were intermittent lines on the stone gate, which seemed to be complete runes that formed a restriction, but now they were no longer effective, with only sporadic lines flashing a little light.

Zheng Cheng immediately recognized that this was a restriction, similar to the restriction at the town entrance, but there were some subtle differences between the two.

This should be a measure to prevent outsiders from entering behind the door, but now most of the patterns on these restrictions have been obliterated and blurred, and have completely become ineffective.

He walked forward and gently pushed open the stone door. He did not rush in but waited patiently for a moment. When he saw that there was no movement of any mechanism or trap behind the door, he walked in cautiously.

Behind the door is a spacious secret room.

The secret room was round in shape, with a bronze tripod as tall as a person placed in the middle. The tripod was covered in rust, and a faded talisman was stuck on the lid.

On both sides of the platform were shelves reaching the ceiling, which were filled with all kinds of bottles and jars, almost filling the shelves. There were also many dead branches and leaves, which faintly emitted a faint medicinal fragrance. At this moment, they had withered and turned black, and were scattered sparsely. Four gray bags were piled in the corner.

Behind the bronze tripod, there was a three-foot-high stone platform with a table and chairs on it. On the table were the four dusty treasures of the study and a brocade box with gorgeous patterns.

At this time, Qingli had already hung herself on the stone gate. As she swung back and forth, she pointed at the bronze tripod with her chin and said, "The ghost from the Tongue-Pulling Prison is in here!"

Hearing this, Zheng Que nodded slightly. That bronze tripod should be an alchemist's furnace. The ancestor of the mayor's family was indeed an alchemist!

His mind raced, and without wasting any time, he walked quickly towards the stone platform behind the bronze tripod.

The brocade box with gorgeous patterns is very eye-catching, and it is very likely to be the medicine he is looking for.

Boom boom boom!
Perhaps it sensed a living person approaching, and suddenly a violent banging sound came from the bronze tripod covered with talismans, causing the originally heavy tripod body to tremble slightly, as if something inside was trying to break free from the tripod.

However, perhaps because it had been locked up for too long, the ghost in the cauldron was already very weak. The collision only lasted for a few breaths before it stopped struggling.

Zheng Que ignored the ghost in the bronze tripod, took two steps at a time and walked to the stone platform, carefully looking at the brocade box on the table.

This brocade box is about a foot long and two inches wide. The entire box is wrapped in gold-embroidered satin. The pattern on the satin is intricate and gorgeous, vaguely outlining the outline of runes.

Zheng Que reached out and picked it up, opening it carefully.

As soon as the brocade box was opened a crack, a strong medicinal fragrance that seemed to be tangible wafted into the air.

The medicinal fragrance contained a strong vitality. Just smelling it made him feel indescribably comfortable all over, and the spiritual power in his body circulated faster.

This situation is exactly the same as the three medicinal whiskers that the mayor gave him at that time, but the effect is more obvious.

This is exactly the medicine I'm looking for!

Zheng Que was delighted and immediately opened the lid of the box completely.

There was a bright red lining inside, on which was fastened a medicinal herb similar to a plant tuber with red gold thread. A corner of the herb had been cut off, and the broken tuber was about the size of a goose egg. There were about a dozen root strands, and each strand was carefully fixed to the red cloth with red gold thread to prevent damage due to shaking.

After taking a quick look, Zheng Que immediately closed the brocade box to prevent the loss of the medicine's effects.

After getting the big medicine, he looked at the other items in this underground secret room.

There were a lot of things on the shelves on both sides, but Zheng Que flipped through them and found that those dry branches and leaves should also be elixirs, but they had been stored for too long and had completely lost their value; there were numerous bottles and jars, most of which were empty. After a few bottles were opened, several different kinds of elixirs were poured out, but these elixirs had no fragrance at all, but instead emitted a stale and foul smell, and were obviously no longer effective.

There was only an inconspicuous plain white porcelain bottle with the words "Quyin Dan" written on the shelf below. Three dark red pills were poured out of the bottle, with a faint fragrance, as if they had not expired yet.

Of course, Zheng Que knew nothing about this [Quyin Pill], so he didn't dare to try it casually at this moment.

Next, he looked at the four bags.

Zheng Que casually picked up the bag on the far left. The bag looked like a purse with a black background and plain patterns. There were two straps on the bag mouth, which made it easy to hang it around the waist. No one knew what material it was made of. It felt light and weightless in his hand. It was shriveled and curled up like a dried fruit, and there seemed to be nothing inside.

But he tried several times and couldn't open the bag.

Knowing that this was a cultivator's item, Zheng Que immediately injected a trace of spiritual power into the bag.

The next moment, the bag suddenly stretched and the opening opened spontaneously. It looked only the size of a fist from the outside, but there was a different world inside, as big as a suitcase, filled with clothes and other miscellaneous items.

Looking at this scene, Zheng Que immediately understood that this was a storage bag used by monks!
There is a space inside where you can put some personal belongings. When needed, you can use spiritual power to activate them and take them out at will.

So, Zheng Que quickly took out all the miscellaneous items inside and put the medicine he had just obtained, the [Quyin Pill], in.

(End of this chapter)