Primordial Era: I've become a cheat code by taking Yang Jian as my disciple?

Yang Jian said nothing more.

He flipped over and climbed up the cliff face, leaving a series of deep scratches on the cliff surface from the force with which his fingertips dug into the rock.

When Yang Chan absorbed the Condensing Abyss Flame, she did not encounter any danger due to the mysterious changes that occurred when the Western Emperor Scripture came to the prehistoric world, but she only broke through the barrier one day earlier than Yang Jian!

At the top of the cliff, Yang Chan was squatting on the ground, with several flat stone slabs in front of her.

Several medicinal herbs that Bai Ze had gathered from the mountains were placed on the stone slab, enveloped in the eerie blue flames of Ningyuan Flame.

She was refining elixirs.

To be precise, she was trying to make elixirs.

The alchemy techniques in the Doupo world emphasize "controlling the medicine with fire and condensing the elixir with spirit".

Zhong Lingyun passed on the basic theories of alchemy from Xiao Yan's memories to Yang Chan, but it was only theoretical—she had to figure out the practical aspects on her own.

The medicinal herbs on the stone slab had already been burned four times.

Yang Chan's face and hair were covered in soot, making her look like a little kitten that had crawled out of a chimney. But her eyes were bright, and her hand holding the fifth batch of spiritual herbs was surprisingly steady.

"Turn the heat down a bit... Yes, that's it... Slow down..."

The abyssal flames danced in her palm, their pale blue tongues licking the elixir.

This time, the elixir did not burn; instead, it slowly melted in the flames, releasing a wisp of pale blue liquid.

The medicinal liquid condensed on the stone slab, forming something the size of a mung bean...

If you call it a pill, its shape is pitted and uneven, like a pebble that has been gnawed on.

While it may not be a pill, it does contain the essence of medicinal herbs and emits a slightly bitter medicinal fragrance.

"It's done!"

Yang Chan jumped up, holding the crooked pill, and rushed to the edge of the cliff, just in time to see Yang Jian climb up to the top.

"Second brother! Second brother, look! I've successfully refined the elixir!"

Yang Jian glanced at the unremarkable object in Yang Chan's hand, then at his sister's face covered in soot, and his lips twitched.

"Is this a medicinal pill?"

"Nonsense! It's a pill, of course! Eat it!"

"...I'm not hurt."

"How could you not be injured after soaking in blood for thirty days! Eat!"

Yang Jian couldn't refuse her, so he threw the ugly pill into his mouth and chewed it.

Bitter...astringent! And it has a burnt taste.

But a faint wisp of spiritual energy rose from his abdomen, flowing into his limbs and bones, repairing 20% ​​of his remaining hidden injuries.

Yang Jian's expression changed.

Although it's crude and looks unappealing, the effects of this pill are real.

His sister—after using a stone slab as a furnace and refining several failed attempts with animal fire—actually managed to refine an effective elixir.

"How does it taste?"

Yang Chan stared at him longingly.

Yang Jian thought for a moment and gave an extremely restrained evaluation.

"That's good. Next time, put in less paste."

Yang Chan stood with her hands on her hips and her nostrils pointing to the sky.

"Hmph! That's quite good for your first time refining pills! With more practice, I'll make you pills that are both delicious and effective!"

Bai Ze was squatting not far away when he heard the word "delicious," and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

He had lived for tens of thousands of years, and this was the first time he had ever heard of someone making "deliciousness" the goal of alchemy.

But he didn't say anything.

Because he saw what was hidden in Yang Chan's eyes by her smile.

It's not naivety, but a kind of extremely quiet stubbornness.

When her second brother risked his life, she would cover for him.

When her second brother fought the enemy, she would heal his wounds.

A family feud is never a one-person affair. If she can't carry a knife, then she'll be the one handing water to the whetstone.

Bai Ze withdrew his gaze and looked towards the distant, continuous mountain range.

"Lord Zhong Ling."

He lowered his voice, making sure only Chaos Bell could hear him.

"explain."

"These two children... look alike."

"Who does he look like?"

Bai Ze did not answer, but his withered fingers unconsciously rubbed a faded animal bone ring on his wrist—a token given to him by Taiyi, which he had worn for tens of thousands of years and had never taken off.

In the ancient Demon Court, Donghuang Taiyi conquered all directions and expanded the territory, while the Demon Emperor Jun studied the great formation to guard the rear!

Zhong Lingyun remained silent for a long time.

In the distance, Yang Chan was chasing after Yang Jian, trying to get him to take another pill. Yang Jian dodged with a blank expression, controlling his speed perfectly—neither letting Yang Chan catch up nor making her feel like she couldn't catch up.

The brother and sister ran three laps around the top of the cliff.

This scene was reflected on Zhong Lingyun's bell wall, and the Golden Crow's essence pulsed silently within his body.

"It really does look like it."

He said!

……

Time is the cheapest thing in the world; three years can pass in the blink of an eye!

For Yang Jian, the sunrise and sunset over the Ten Thousand Mountains were nothing more than gaps between battles.

From the day he emerged from Dragon Bone Cliff, Yang Jian hardly had a single day that felt complete.

His left arm was bitten off twice by the Six-Tailed Python, his chest was pierced once by the Netherworld Scorpion King, and his spine was shattered and regenerated in a clash with the Iron-Backed Wild Bear.

Paying these prices resulted in a breakthrough in his cultivation technique, the Crimson Bright Nine Heavens Diagram – the fifteenth level.

This is equivalent to the late stage of the Returning to Emptiness Earth Immortal realm in the Primordial World!

It's just a step away from paradise!

The golden crow and jade rabbit patterns on Yang Jian's back are no longer the same as they were originally.

The golden crow spreads its wings as if covering the sky, and the jade rabbit lies down as if suppressing the earth's veins. Two divine patterns extend from the back to the shoulder blades, and then along the spine to the waist, intertwining with the dark gold dragon patterns left by the dragon blood cleansing.

He stood atop an unnamed mountain peak deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains, with a Xuan Tie Violent Ape whose spine he had just broken at his feet.

Ape blood splattered on his face and dripped down his chin, but he didn't wipe it away.

"Is there anything else?"

Yang Jian's gaze swept across the dense forest around him, his voice low, as if he were asking a roadside vendor if they had sold out of vegetables for the day.

In the forest, seven or eight great demons lay in ambush, none of them daring to move.

Three years ago, when this human stepped into the Hundred Thousand Mountains, even the weakest of them could tear him to pieces.

Three years later, they wanted to run away whenever they saw that face.

no respond.

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze, picked up the corpse of the Xuan Tie Violent Ape, and walked down the mountain.

Chan'er has recently been researching a new elixir formula that uses the marrow and bones of demonic beasts as a medicinal guide, and the marrow and bones of this violent ape are just right.

He took three steps and then suddenly stopped.

The ape blood on my face dried in the mountain wind, leaving it taut on my skin and a little itchy.

He raised his hand and wiped it—the fragments of the previous monster's scales were still embedded in his fingernails.

Yang Jian looked down at his hands.

Eighteen-year-old hands, thirty-eight-year-old calluses.

"Yang Jian".

Zhong Lingyun's voice rang out, without any preamble or pleasantries.

After three years of living together, the formalities between master and apprentice had long been eliminated.

"Um."

"Put that ape down."

Yang Jian paused for a moment, then placed the corpse of the violent ape on the ground.

"You've been killing things way too much lately."

"I have to kill the monsters in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, or they will kill me..."

This is a rule set by Bai Ze for the demon beasts of the Ten Thousand Mountains—any demon beast not exceeding one major realm above Yang Jian can attack him, and whoever successfully kills Yang Jian can replace him and become the new disciple of Chaos Zhong!

"I'm not talking about monsters."

Zhong Lingyun interrupted him, "I was talking about your expression after you finished killing."

Yang Jian did not respond.