Alchemy Master

Chapter 1141, The Matter of Mo Sheng Recruiting a Disciple

Translator: Silavin

In the situation where countless Races had sent people to compete for that sort of Pill, the newly established Soaring Joy Chamber of Commerce reduced the daily quantity sold, yet another step.

For the day of the Supreme Expert’s Disciple recruitment was no longer far off.

Qin Yichen could not possibly keep spending time every day rushing to produce Pills either. He needed to maintain his condition and prepare for this matter. Moreover, during this period, he had also consumed nearly all of the Withered Frost Grass he had brought with him.

Rare things were precious, let alone a novel Pill that all Races were already clamouring over.

The Pills, reduced in quantity once more, did not lose their feverish popularity on account of this. On the contrary, it caused even more people to queue in the Medicine Market each day, waiting in line.

Each day, the Soaring Joy Chamber of Commerce had barely opened its doors when, in almost no time at all, the prepared Pills would be snatched clean.

Those waiting dared not voice any dissatisfaction over this, able only to shuffle back into the queue with wounded dignity.

The Medicine Race naturally knew of such goings-on in the Medicine Market, yet regarding this matter, they could only turn a blind eye.

Even if the Medicine Race’s influence were immense, they would not dare openly reject a product beloved by Myriad Races.

Moreover, the authenticity of this sort of Pill had already been verified by those who had been frantically snapping it up. Even if the Medicine Race wished to smear its reputation, they would be powerless to do so. In fact, they might even damage their own standing in the attempt.

After all, a Pill effective for every Race, with multiple effects at that, was something even their own Medicine Race had yet to develop, yet someone else had produced it first. Were they to still go on targeting and questioning it, people would only say the Medicine Race was petty.

As time passed, the day of Lord Mo Sheng’s Disciple recruitment finally drew slowly nearer.

On a certain evening, a Peak Stage Saint suddenly appeared in the skies above Myriad Beasts City.

“That is, Saint Mo Yao!”

“Has he not disappeared for close to a thousand years? The Elders of our Race thought he was already dead!”

“Well, he’s appearing now. I fear, means that the rumours of him following Lord Mo Sheng are indeed true.”

With his appearance, he immediately drew countless gazes. There were also not a few sharp-eyed individuals who made out his identity.

At once, throughout the entirety of Myriad Beasts City, wave upon wave of clamour rose up, straight into the clouds.

“I am Lord Mo Sheng’s follower, Mo Yao. On this occasion, I have come to convey a few words on Lord Mo Sheng’s behalf!”

In the sky above, that Peak Stage Saint’s gaze swept over Myriad Beasts City below. His voice, laced with an undeniable authority, rang out clear and vast. Even though Myriad Beasts City covered an enormous expanse, every person within it could hear him distinctly.

Upon hearing these words, Myriad Beasts City, which had been seething with noise a moment before, instantly fell quiet.

Mo Yao had actually come to relay a message on Lord Mo Sheng’s behalf. It could only be that this was related to the latter’s Disciple recruitment.

“Regardless of Race, any Junior who does not exceed two hundred years of age and has reached the Martial Ancestor Realm is eligible to participate.”

The moment these words landed, the expressions of quite a few people within Myriad Beasts City turned rather grim.

In truth, for many Races with considerably long lifespans, two hundred years of age was barely adulthood.

However, Races of that sort were comparatively rare.

Moreover, two hundred years of age was a point at which cultivators could scarcely change their fundamental nature, so Mo Sheng’s requirement was something the crowd more or less understood.

A short while later, Mo Yao’s voice rang out once more. “Any Junior who meets the requirements shall proceed to the Silent Forest tomorrow. Any who can pass through it within one month shall be considered to have cleared the first trial.”

“What, the Silent Forest?!”

At the instant his words fell, Qin Yichen clearly heard countless cries of shock rising from outside.

He also seemed to see many people’s expressions grow extremely grave, evidently indicating that the Silent Forest carried an exceedingly horrific reputation.

“Sir, the first trial requires one to pass through the Silent Forest. Do you still intend to go?” Behind Qin Yichen, Mei Ler asked with a face full of worry.

“What is the Silent Forest?” Qin Yichen furrowed his brow and asked.

Upon hearing Qin Yichen’s question, Mei Ler was mildly taken aback, clearly not having anticipated that he would not even know of the Silent Forest.

However, Mei Ler did not mock him for it. With an expression of extreme gravity on her pretty face, she began to speak slowly.

“The Silent Forest no longer falls within the boundaries of the Myriad Beasts Domain. Travelling there from Myriad Beasts City at the normal speed of a Martial Ancestor takes only about half a day. According to the ancient records of my Race, it is a mysterious primordial forest, filled throughout with various powerful Demonic Beasts. Even Peak Stage Martial Ancestors would not dare venture carelessly into it.”

Hearing this, Qin Yichen could not help but furrow his brow slightly.

Demonic Beasts were much the same as the Human Race’s Demonic Beasts. Some were powerful by nature, while others grew strong by devouring other things.

Yet Demonic Beasts shared one common trait: their intelligence was low. Thus, no matter how powerful a Demonic Beast was, it had never been placed on the roster of the Myriad Races, but was classified simply under the single word of ‘beast.’

Even so, even with their low intelligence, experts of the Myriad Races rarely went out of their way to provoke Demonic Beasts.

After all, Demonic Beasts were exceedingly savage and ferocious. Once one encountered a Demonic Beast, it was almost a fight to the death, one side either slaying the beast or becoming its food.

And often, in many sacred grounds or primordial forest with worthwhile resources, Demonic Beasts would be born. Each day across the lands of the Myriad Races, who knew how many experts would meet a bitter end inside a Demonic Beast’s belly.

“It is said that a million years ago, a world-shaking great battle took place here. In that battle, even Supreme Experts took action, and who knows how many Saints fell within it. That battle shook the Heavens and split the Earth, causing not a few regions of the Silent Forest to become swampland and ruins.”

“Within it are one Secret Realm after another, containing incalculable wealth. Naturally, alongside the wealth, there is also terrifying danger. And what is most fearsome of all is that over the course of endless ages, countless experts have entered to explore it, yet few have been able to come back out.”

“According to the survivors, within the Silent Forest, the legacies of divine techniques from that world-shaking battle a million years ago still linger! It is said that Peak Stage Saints have entered it, only to be erased by remnants of those divine techniques. As a result, the Silent Forest grew ever more desolate, gradually becoming a Dangerous Territory, in which no one was willing to venture.”

Hearing this, Qin Yichen could not help but let his expression tighten slightly.

A massive battle from a million years ago, with remnants of divine techniques that persisted even now?

What sort of existence could those two sides of that battle have been?

Of course, regarding the things Mei Ler had said, Qin Yichen still harboured some doubt. After all, throughout the lands of the Myriad Races, there was no shortage of places with fearsome reputations. Many of them were vastly exaggerated by certain Races who lacked the strength to venture there, used to make their own people wary.