Divine Level Witch Doctor

When they came to their senses, everyone went crazy trying to find out which Great God of the Alchemy Dao was behind the ID ’Bro Just Loves to Eat’.

However, this was just one of Hao Li’s many alt accounts, and he’d barely posted with it since registering. And after Zhao Yuan had used it, Hao Li hadn’t touched it again. As a result, no one—not the regular users on the forum, nor its moderators and founders—could determine who the ID belonged to, let alone find Zhao Yuan.

Left with no other choice, the moderators and founders of the Cultivator Forum posted an apology in the most prominent spot on the site. They hoped that this mysterious Great God of the Alchemy Dao would see their remorse the next time he logged into the Cultivator Forum.

It couldn’t be helped. The number of Pill Masters among Cultivators was already exceedingly small, to say nothing of a Great God who could identify and successfully correct flaws in even the most fundamental theories.

If they could convince this Great God to be a regular presence on the Cultivator Forum, it would be a massive publicity boost! It would undoubtedly attract more Cultivators to apply for membership.

Even setting those benefits aside, building a good relationship with a Great God among Pill Masters was crucial in its own right!

No one could dare to claim they wouldn’t need Elixirs on their cultivation journey. A Great God like this was sure to have countless treasures. Even the scraps that slipped through his fingers would be enough for anyone to benefit from for a lifetime.

But to everyone’s immense disappointment, the user ’Bro Just Loves to Eat’ never appeared again after posting the correction thread.

People didn’t know if their own mocking replies had angered this Great God of Pill Masters, and for days, they had been on edge…

”I can’t believe so much happened afterward.” Zhao Yuan clicked his tongue in amazement. He truly never imagined the situation would completely reverse like that.

Ying Ji said, ”I should have realized sooner that you were the one who posted it. ’Bro Just Loves to Eat’—that username just screams Fatty Hao. And you happen to be a Pill Master, an incredibly skilled one at that. Yet, for some reason, I never put two and two together.”

After a moment of reflection, she added with a smile, ”Honestly, if you ask me, all you have to do now is log into the Cultivator Forum, make a post with that ’Bro Just Loves to Eat’ account saying you want Dixiu and Ghost Grass, and I guarantee someone will deliver them to you in no time—free of charge.”

Zhao Yuan shook his head, unconvinced. ”That’s an exaggeration, isn’t it? These are Spirit Medicinal Materials. Who would be generous enough to just give them away for free?”

Ying Ji said, ”You’d better believe it. From what I’ve heard, the founders of the Cultivator Forum are asking about you everywhere. They want to recruit you as a permanent contributor and are even willing to pay you a huge signing bonus. Forget Spirit Medicinal Materials—if you asked for the stars, they’d find a way to get them for you. And that’s not even mentioning Pill Masters like Cold Mountain Elder and Elder Weng. They’ve already started threads on the forum saying they want to consult you about the Alchemy Dao and are willing to pay handsomely!”

Only then did Zhao Yuan realize Ying Ji wasn’t joking. He couldn’t help but click his tongue in amazement. ”Huge signing bonuses, handsome rewards... Everyone on the Cultivator Forum must be loaded.”

”Is that so strange?” Ying Ji said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. ”Wealth, companionship, methods, and location are the four pillars of cultivation. If you don’t have money, how can you cultivate? Elixirs, Magical Artifacts—which of those doesn’t burn through cash? Besides, once you’re on the path of a Cultivator, making money is far easier than it is for ordinary people.”

Zhao Yuan considered it and realized she was right. Take him, for example. Before receiving Wu Peng’s legacy and embarking on his cultivation journey, he was just a poor kid who’d have split a single steamed bun to make it last. And now? Just from Elixirs and Magical Artifacts, he’d already earned over a hundred million from the Ying Family, not to mention he also had the Witch Medical Factory and a medicinal herb cultivation base.

All this wealth had come from his cultivation. Of course, his expenses were equally enormous!

As Zhao Yuan was lost in thought, Ying Ji spoke again. ”I’m with the Ancestor now. Hold on, don’t hang up. I’ll ask him for you.”

”Okay,” Zhao Yuan replied. ”Oh, right, please give the Ancestor my regards.”

”OK,” Ying Ji replied. Soon, Zhao Yuan could hear the muffled sounds of her conversation with the Ying Family Ancestor through the phone. Since she hadn’t put it on speaker, he couldn’t make out the words clearly.

Before long, however, the Ying Family Ancestor’s voice came through the phone. ”Zhao Yuan.”

”Hello, Ancestor,” Zhao Yuan said politely.

”Hehe, I saw your impressive performance on television today. Absolutely brilliant!” The Ying Family Ancestor began with a torrent of praise that left Zhao Yuan feeling a little embarrassed. Then he continued, ”As for the Dixiu and Ghost Grass you want, the Ying Family doesn’t have them. You know we’re a Witchcraft and Divination Family, not particularly skilled in Alchemy and Medicine Making. The materials we usually stock are all related to our craft. How about this? I’ll ask around among my friends to see if they have those two Spirit Medicinal Materials.”

”Thank you very much, Ancestor.” Zhao Yuan didn’t stand on ceremony. His relationship with the Ying Family was special; being overly polite would have felt insincere.

”Don’t mention it,” the Ying Family Ancestor said with a chuckle. ”Come and visit more often when you have the time.”

”I will,” Zhao Yuan promised.

After a few more pleasantries, the phone was handed back to Ying Ji.

Zhao Yuan said, ”Do me a favor. Use your account on the Cultivator Forum to post a trade thread for me. I want to buy Dixiu and Ghost Grass.”

Ying Ji asked, puzzled, ”Why not use Fatty Hao’s alt account? If you used that one, you’d almost certainly get them for free.”

”No thanks,” Zhao Yuan refused. ”I don’t want to become famous in the Cultivator world just yet. Besides, that account belongs to Fatty Hao. It’s not convenient. I’d rather just register my own account later.”

He had his reasons. Registering his own account would be more convenient, all things considered.

Before, he hadn’t wanted to log back into the Cultivator Forum because he thought the members’ skills were too poor. Now, however, it seemed that while the individuals might be lacking, the Noble Families backing them were quite capable. Once he built up his own account, not only could he easily purchase all the materials he needed, but he could also browse the ”Morning Enlightenment, Evening Death” section to find more cultivation techniques and Magical Talismans.

Given the nature of his Information Leaf, as long as he saw even a tiny fragment of these things, he could obtain the complete version.

’What a great place to expand my knowledge and improve myself.’

His reason for not wanting fame was simple. Just look at what happened this time—after becoming well-known, he was constantly harassed by calls from strangers. If he became famous among Cultivators, there would undoubtedly be even more trouble.

’So, it’s better to keep a low profile for now. There’s no rush to become famous.’

”I don’t understand your thinking, but fine. I’ll post the trade thread for you.” After agreeing to help, Ying Ji asked, ”Oh, by the way, when are you leaving Huashang?”