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Chapter 214 The Netherworld Court Accepts the Contract to Extend Lifespan, the Dragon Butterfly Leads Back to the Sunny Abyss [Part Two]

Yan Jincheng and Weng Yuning have already discussed and agreed on the matter.

Since Tang Hao possessed such a precious furnace, he naturally wanted to make the most of it.

Tang Hao and Yan Yumin had just been invited to his cave dwelling, and the two sides finally discussed the matter of the longevity pill transaction.

Unexpectedly, he took out a purple-gold alchemy furnace.

Only then did they realize that, apart from the pill that their own family had taken away, there was something else.

The remaining six [Wind Spirit Longevity Pills] have been nurtured by Tang Hao in this [Purple Gold Fiery Cloud Treasure Furnace].

When Tang Hao took out the pill again, the couple could no longer sit still.

They had tested that [Wind Spirit Longevity Pill] several times and knew its medicinal properties and quality very well; it definitely did not reach the level of a top-grade pill.

But when they took out the other six today, they were surprised to find that they had been upgraded to the superior grade. How could this not make them overjoyed?

"It's probably very difficult to find a top-quality one."

Faced with the earnest gazes of Yan Jincheng and his wife, Tang Hao shook his head.

He poured cold water on their enthusiasm, saying, "The reason this pill was able to be upgraded so smoothly is because it was already very close to being of superior quality."

"And the top-grade, though seemingly only a hair's breadth away from the high-grade, is like an insurmountable chasm, unless..." He looked at the two of them and said, "like this bottle of pills, it is extremely close to the top-grade when it is refined, otherwise, it is difficult!"

Actually, Tang Hao himself didn't know if it would work.

But precisely because he didn't know, he resolutely refused to agree and simply gave up on the idea between the two of them.

"That's it..."

Yan Jincheng did feel some regret.

However, with Weng Yuning's gentle patting of his hand, his emotions quickly calmed down.

He then inquired, "Then, Fellow Daoist Tang, how confident are you in refining a top-grade [Wind Spirit Longevity Pill]?"

Tang Hao did not answer immediately, but instead pondered it carefully.

When he refined that batch of pills, he was only at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage.

Now that he has already formed a golden core, his alchemy skills will inevitably improve as his cultivation level increases.

But... the top-grade [Wind Spirit Longevity Pill].

This pill is far too special compared to ordinary pills; it requires the infusion of one's will.

He considered that the batch of pills he refined during the alchemy competition, combined with his practice in the dream world and his exceptional performance on the day, represented his current highest level.

He would refine it again in its original form. With his Core Formation strength as a foundation, and combined with the sublimated Nightmare Throne, he was indeed quite confident that he could refine a high-grade item.

However, they dared not say at all that they had any confidence in refining the top-grade [Wind Spirit Longevity Pill].

They seemed to have noticed Tang Hao's hesitation.

Yan Jincheng gritted his teeth, as if he were going all out: "As long as you can refine the top-grade [Wind Spirit Longevity Pill], you can name your price, fellow Daoist. I will also buy the mid-grade and high-grade pills you refine at high prices."

"Holy crap, you want to buy them all?" Tang Hao didn't show any joy upon hearing this; instead, a strange expression appeared on his face.

Weng Yuning quietly tugged at his sleeve, and Yan Jincheng finally realized what was happening.

The Wind Spirit Longevity Pill is no ordinary pill; even the middle and high grades are rare longevity pills.

Even if Tang Hao himself doesn't need it, he'll think of leaving it for relatives and friends. What's the point of taking it all for himself?
Slightly embarrassed, Yan Jincheng gently patted his face: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was too hasty and didn't consider the actual situation, Fellow Daoist Tang..."

Just as he was about to say something more, Tang Hao waved his hand, interrupting him.

"I appreciate Fellow Daoist Yan's sincerity, but unfortunately, with my current alchemy skills, it is indeed difficult for me to refine a top-grade product," Tang Hao said frankly.

Yan Jincheng's expression was not good. In fact, the superior grade should have been sufficient for his use, but his partner's situation was truly special.

I've basically used up all the life-extending treasures I could find, so this [Wind Spirit Longevity Pill] might be the last thing I need.

Therefore, he was determined to do his best, fearing that the difference in quality and medicinal properties over the years would bring endless regret to the two of them.

Somewhat unwillingly, he asked, "The formula for this pill?"

"I'm sorry, but as I stated before, the formula is not for sale," Tang Hao said firmly.

Just kidding. Everyone knows the formula for that pill. The only difference is in the application of intention. How can I explain that?
I told you you can't learn it, and you're just causing me trouble.

After thinking for a moment, he gave the two a glimmer of hope: "If my subsequent journey goes smoothly, there should be no obstacles in refining top-grade elixirs."

"Really?" Yan Jincheng and Weng Yuning both asked with bright eyes.

Tang Hao smiled and nodded: "Really!"

He didn't say that to comfort them; it was simply the truth.

Human lifespan is closely related to the balance of Yin and Yang.

In fact, when Tang Hao first opened the furnace and took out the [Wind Spirit Longevity Pill] contained within, he keenly noticed some problems—the yin energy in the pill was too heavy.

He has now formed a golden core, refined the yin energy within the primordial energy, and obtained the Nightmare Throne through the secret technique of yin energy sublimation.

Tang Hao dared to say that his perception of Yin energy was so accurate that it was unimaginable for ordinary people.

If the journey to the Wind Clan is successful and the Yang energy is obtained, with the Yin and Yang energies harmonized, refining a top-grade [Wind Spirit Longevity Pill] using the formula should not be too difficult.

"Does Fellow Daoist Tang need any help on this trip? If you don't mind, the two of us are willing to accompany you and lend a hand." Yan Jincheng hesitated slightly before saying this.

Tang Hao was at a loss for words, about to speak, when Yan Yumin said coldly, "It's inconvenient!"

Noticing the embarrassment on Yan Jincheng's face, he waved his hand and met his hopeful gaze.

He said, "It's really inconvenient."

Seeing the other person's rapidly changing expression, Tang Hao found it slightly amusing.

"Once I have accomplished this, I will refine the pills and send them over by someone. You two can rest assured."

Considering that their journey to the Northern Region would take an unknown amount of time, the Hufeng Clan was also unsure of their exact location on the journey.

He added, "I can leave this bottle of pills here first. If needed, Fellow Daoist Weng can take one of the superior grade pills."

Yan Jincheng and Weng Yuning exchanged a glance, and seemed to discuss it in whispers before hesitantly agreeing.

"Two batches of top-grade [Wind Spirit Longevity Pills], what is your asking price, Fellow Daoist Tang?"

For medium and high-grade pills, starting from the second pill, the efficacy will decrease by about 10% with each subsequent pill.

If it's top-quality, it might be better, so naturally you should order two batches.

Even if you don't use it all, you can keep this good stuff without worrying about wasting it.

After he finished speaking, he pursed his lips tightly and seemed to clench his teeth, clearly prepared to be ripped off.

However, Tang Hao said, "I haven't thought about it yet. My subordinates will bring the pills and the price quote with them. How about that?"

Okay, death sentence commuted to suspended death sentence.

In Yan Jincheng's view, there was no difference between the two, and this one might even be more ruthless.

But he didn't hesitate at all and immediately nodded in agreement.

Seeing that he agreed so readily, Tang Hao was quite satisfied and decided to give him credit, even though the other party might not care.

Tang Hao immediately copied a portion of Feng Bohan's confession.

They also copied the confession of the Blood Cult swordsman related to the Free and Unfettered Sword Sect.

After recording the information on the jade slip, he handed it over. "What's this?" Yan Jincheng was taken aback upon seeing it, and accepted it without understanding why.

Then, at Tang Hao's prompting, they quickly browsed through it.

His face grew increasingly pale, and eventually he began to twitch slightly, unable to sit still any longer.

He stood up to take his leave, saying, "I'm going to find the sect leader, so I'll be leaving now. Fellow Daoist Tang, please stay. No need to see me off."

"No, why would I give it to you? This is your home!" Tang Hao said with a strange expression.

He thought to himself, 'You said the Demonic Sect's spies and the Sword Sect's traitors would be dealt with by others, why are you too lazy to bother with this?'

He shook his head and exchanged a glance with Yan Yumin. The two of them stood up and prepared to leave.

Weng Yuning apologized, feeling embarrassed: "Jincheng is like this. He usually seems indifferent to sect affairs, but once he gets important news, he can't help but report it and get involved immediately."

"Elder Yan, Fellow Daoist Tang, please don't be offended!" he said, bowing slightly.

Tang Hao slightly stepped aside, glanced at Yan Yumin, and gestured for her to leave it to him, Sister Yumin.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he seemed to see a hint of satisfaction and approval in the other person's eyes.

After exchanging a few polite words, Weng Yuning saw them out of the cave and watched the flying boat disappear into the distance.

Only after flying out of the Free and Unfettered Sword Sect did a flash of light appear beside Tang Hao, revealing Bai Jue's figure.

She stretched in a very tempting way: "Finally, I can come out and move around openly."

I couldn't help but steal a glance at Sister Jue's amazing figure, until I caught a glimpse of the faint smile on her face.

Tang Hao then blushed and looked away.

Making conversation, he said, "Since True Monarch Jianyan already knows Sister Jue's whereabouts, you can actually show up and be active in the next two days."

Bai Jue somewhat laboriously draped her elbow over his shoulder, her face showing an expression that said, "You just don't understand." "After all, I used to be a powerful figure in the Demonic Sect."

"Even though my reputation in the righteous path is not bad, and the higher-ups of the five major immortal sects treat me with great respect, that's only true for me personally. If any of my disciples have any entanglements with me, they will inevitably be affected."

She shook her head, and said with a sigh:

"It's fine if we have private dealings and people find out, but it would be too ostentatious in a place like the Free and Unfettered Sword Sect or a gathering of immortal disciples. It could easily be used as an excuse to attack us."

Tang Hao seemed thoughtful, but also had a doubt in his heart: 'With my status as a direct disciple of a True Monarch, would anyone really care about my association with former demonic sect cultivators? Isn't that just asking for trouble?'

Just as she was thinking this, she heard Bai Jue's voice come from beside her again.

“Yu Mian is different from you after all; she doesn’t have a Nascent Soul True Monarch as her master.”

Okay, so it turns out it was for Sister Mian's sake.

He also recalled the time when Yan Yumin went into seclusion to make a breakthrough.

In order to have Bai Jue by their side to protect them, the two of them deliberately went to a deserted island in the desolate sea, even though there was a special place in the sect available for them.

Thinking this to himself, Tang Hao said with a grin, "Sister Mian's talent and aptitude are actually no worse than Senior Sister's, and may even be better. How about this, I'll introduce her to the True Lord as his master?"

"How about that? How about that? Now you don't need to hide your relationship anymore." He was just joking.

But the more I talked about it, the more reliable it seemed! Especially...

"You little rascal, you wouldn't be trying to get your sister Mian to be your junior sister and call you senior brother, would you?" Bai Jue glanced at him sideways, his mouth pursed sharply, clearly having seen through his little scheme.

Yan Yumin glanced at him with amusement, but a hint of amusement lingered in her eyes as she looked at Bai Jue.

Noticing her gaze, Bai Jue rolled her eyes dramatically.

The bachelor admitted, "Yes, I didn't want to either. How old is Jingguang? To be your master... tsk..."

It was just casual conversation and a joke, and Tang Hao didn't feel embarrassed at all when his true feelings were exposed.

Hearing Bai Jue's last statement, he was a little puzzled and was about to ask him a question when the other party grabbed his arm and changed the subject.

"By the way, I didn't see you interrogating those demonic cultivators. Where did you get their statements? You didn't just make them up, did you?"

When Tang Hao was ambushed, Bai Jue was also watching over him, and felt that he was fully aware of everything that happened.

'Except for where those nine little sisters are now.'

She was naturally a little curious about the situation of the Nine Maidens of Yaoguang.

But she is the kind of person who would never pry into someone's privacy without permission, especially the closer the relationship.

"Oh, right! Feng Bohan, this guy will be very useful later." Tang Hao slapped his forehead, so engrossed in chatting that he almost forgot about the important matter.

Bai Jue and Yan Yumin exchanged a glance, then looked at Tang Hao with a strange expression.

"The person is dead, and Yan Jincheng blasted the body to dust. What use is he now? Can you go to the underworld to retrieve him? Come on, or not?"

Before they could finish speaking, the two women watched as Tang Hao waved his hand to the side.

A black and gold rift appeared. They had seen this before and knew it was a sign of summoning the nine women to help in battle. Inside, there seemed to be a space similar to a spirit beast pouch.

But then, when the Wind Lord, Feng Bohan of the Wind Clan, was lifted up and thrown out by an arm covered in armor plates.

The two women really couldn't keep up their tempers.

The owner of that arm even bowed to the outside, clearly to Tang Hao.

"Yin energy? No, it's somewhat like the aura of the underworld, but not quite the same. Could that rift really be some secret place in the underworld?" Bai Jue's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but ask through a telepathic message.

She tricked Yan Yumian, saying that on the day Tang Hao became obsessed with frivolous pursuits, she clearly only sensed the power of dreams through the crack.

Therefore, I always thought it was a special dream-like treasure that could keep ghosts in captivity, but now it seems that it is not that simple.

Since Tang Hao used his skills in front of the two women, he had no intention of hiding them from them.

[Nightmare Throne] will be an important tool for him in the future, and he will have to use it in front of the two women sooner or later. Given his relationship with them, it would be better to hide it from them.

Tang Hao gestured for Bai Jue to calm down and then looked at Feng Bohan.

Before he could even speak, the other person had already cleverly knelt down on the ground.

He shouted from the mountain: "The Ji Liang lineage of the Hu Feng clan, the Feng Bo Han, pays homage to the descendant of Cheng Huang, pays homage to the Lord of Nightmares!"

It's one thing to be of yellow blood, but the two women already knew that beforehand.

But... what the heck is Nightmare Overlord?

Bai Jue and Yan Yumin looked at each other in bewilderment, finding it increasingly difficult to understand their younger brother.

'How embarrassing!' Tang Hao's toes snapped shut.

If it weren't for the extraordinary boots on his feet, he would have had to carve out a three-bedroom apartment.

He nodded, forcing himself to remain calm, and said, "Get up!"

"Yes, Lord."

Feng Bohan bowed respectfully again before carefully standing up, looking down meekly at the deck of the flying boat.

Although they noticed that there were two female cultivators beside Tang Hao, they did not dare to look up and observe, adopting an extremely humble posture.

Too lazy to correct his form of address, Tang Hao went straight to the point: "Next, we're heading to the Hufeng Clan, and we'll need your cooperation. Are you willing?"

“Of course I would, but I am already dead, this…” Feng Bohan thought of Jiu Yao and realized something, his heart filled with both excitement and trepidation.

Without wasting words, Tang Hao waved his hand.

A black and gold dragon butterfly flew towards Feng Bohan.

(End of this chapter)