Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 228: Chapter 131 Brother Wang, You’re Crazy

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“Luo Wudi actually died, was the battle that fierce?”

In the Pill Hall.

Luo Chen and Zeng Wen sat opposite each other. Seeing the other’s weary state, he couldn’t help but ask.

Zeng Wen sighed, still somewhat dazed, “I’ve never experienced anything like that, even struggling to sleep in fear, always ready to fight. During that time, it was like living in hell.”

Seeing Luo Chen’s curiosity, Zeng Wen briefly invigorated himself to describe the previous situation.

The area of the Golden Core relic was actually not that large and was only encompassed by the Heavenly Craft Qi Snatching Array.

Because of the small area, thousands of cultivators squeezed into it, making it easily possible for fierce conflicts to erupt over the discovery of a single Spirit Grass.

The three of them, who served as gatekeepers of the Battle Hall, were primarily responsible for fighting while simultaneously protecting the weaker cultivators from the Medicine Hall and Mining Hall.

Although Luo ‘Er Duo was of a low realm, he had some insights into medicinal herbs.

He discovered a seemingly ordinary second-order Spirit Grass that had passed five hundred years and was beneficial to Foundation Establishment.

But that herb was found on Xuan Yihui’s territory.

So, he contacted his uncle Luo Wudi, and the two sneaked to harvest it under the cover of night.

However, they were discovered by the Xuan Yihui cultivators who were guarding that territory.

A battle was inevitable.

Luo ‘Er Duo was killed on the spot, and Luo Wudi fled with the second-order Spirit Grass.

Unfortunately, before he could escape back to the Broken Mountain Gang’s camp, he was ambushed by a group of rogue cultivators and Xuan Yihui cultivators.

A second-order Spirit Grass that aids in Foundation Establishment! Who wouldn’t be envious!

On the spot, Luo Wudi was surrounded and bombed to death.

Upon hearing the original cause, Luo Chen was a bit dumbfounded.

Luo ‘Er Duo was quite familiar with medicinal herbs?

I surely deserve some credit here as well!

Under his leadership this year, the internal cultivators of the Pill Hall hadn’t learned much about pill refinement.

But they were all very familiar with certain specialized skills.

Especially the disciples of the Medicine Hall, who not only had to be proficient in handling specific materials but also had to know the “Catalogue of Hundred Herbs” by heart.

This Luo ‘Er Duo, usually seeming irresponsible, had actually learned something.

“Was the Heavenly Craft Qi Snatching Array not shrinking at the time? Did

Gang Leader Mi have any comments on it?”

Zeng Wen scoffed, “What could he have to say? At the end of the day, it was Luo Wudi and his nephew who wanted to monopolize the second-order Spirit Grass, so they went to pick it secretly.”

Regarding the struggle for the relics, Gang Leader Mi had already laid down the rules.

The Broken Mountain Gang operated as a group. Any earnings, one could keep 30%, the remaining 70% had to be given to the Gang.

They would then distribute and reward based on the situation after returning.

Without a doubt, once the second-order Spirit Grass was handed over, there was a high chance that it would have nothing to do with Luo Wudi.

“Old Mi didn’t care much about these Spirit Grasses at the time, so he just briefly admonished them, killed one or two inconsequential rogue cultivators, and then casually dismissed the matter.”

“Forget it, why are we discussing this? If we keep talking about it, I’ll have nightmares for the rest of my life.”

Luo Chen sneered, “Brother, don’t you think that’s a bit much?”

“Cut it out, you haven’t experienced the scene of magical tools colliding everywhere you look, of course, you can’t understand my feelings.”

Zeng Wen smacked his lips, extending his hand, “Enough talking, give me a few Allure Pills. I need to go to the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion and relax.”

A few Allure Pills weren’t a big deal to Luo Chen.

He took out three Ascendant Grade Allure Pills, and casually joked, “Weren’t you going to turn over a new leaf and start a family? Why are you still going to the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion?”

“Home flowers aren’t as fragrant as wild flowers!”

Zeng Wen happily pocketed the Allure Pills and prepared to leave.

As he took his leave, he paused, turned back, and said, “Be careful recently, our gang has lost a lot of people in the mountains, and other forces might have some ideas. Anyway, you should always be careful when you go out.”

Having said that, he took off running in a cloud of dust.

Luo Chen sat there alone, stroking his chin, deep in thought.

Initially, Luo Chen had no concept of how great the Broken Mountain Gang’s losses were.

But as the following days passed and some cultivators of the gang gradually returned, he realized the extent of the losses.

Six hall masters had gone, and two had died – Luo Wudi and the newly appointed Zhang Shicong of the Mining Hall.

Neither of them had their bodies brought back.

Of the three main Battle Halls, aside from Zeng Wen who had brought back most of his men, Luo Wudi’s Hall suffered almost complete annihilation.

The other hall master, Yang Wei, also returned heavily injured.

Most of his men were also lost.

Surprisingly, Ke Yuelin, the Beast Hall master who was always alone, came back intact and reportedly had a rich harvest.

Additionally, over half of the cultivators from the Medicine Hall and Mining Hall who had ventured into the mountains were lost.

Especially the Mining Hall, after the array was closing, without the hall master’s guidance, the previously mined peculiar ores instead attracted many rogue cultivators’ covetous glances.

Normally, the Broken Mountain Gang was a large gang with many cultivators.

When grouped together, generally, no one dared to provoke them.

However, this time those rogue cultivators who dared to venture into the mountains were mostly quite powerful.

Local experts, frequent debaters at the Dao Debate Platform, and foreigners who had the guts to flaunt their powers.

Under the leadership of these masters, whoever shouted “Foundation Establishment Spirit Object” could easily gather a crowd that would attack in a coordinated fashion.

With the large number of cultivators at the Mining Hall, they ironically became the target.

In reality, it wasn’t just the Broken Mountain Gang.

Even Xuan Yihui suffered heavy losses.

Being originally just an emerging gang, even with the support of five major Foundation Establishment Families, they were fundamentally weak.

Although the clan’s disciples were powerful, their numbers were lacking.

After a few hard confrontations with the Broken Mountain Gang, they began to back down.

Afterwards, during the outbreak of the beast tide and the escape process, they were constantly robbed by the daring rogue cultivators.

Thinking about walking along fine and then suddenly a mass of Flying Swords come flying over, Talismans dropping like rain, traps and arrays were everywhere, Luo Chen couldn’t help but feel relieved.

How good it is to stay home and refine pills!

To take walks around the city, visit shops, go to the black market to bid on fashionable special resources, and have a beautiful woman by his side to chat and consume Immortal Beans with.

Exercise at night, explore the wilderness and breathe some fresh air.

This is what a normal Immortal Cultivation life should be like, isn’t it!

Not like these cultivators, who know only killing and fighting all day, without any technical content at all.

Hmph, I’m too good for that!

“By the way, where’s my Brother Wang?”

The little brother reporting the situation shrugs his shoulders.

“I have no idea!”

Wang Yuan had disappeared.

When the cultivators of the Broken Mountain Gang returned to the market with expressions of loss, sadness, fear, as well as excitement, joy, and intensity, Luo Chen made a startling discovery.

Wang Yuan still hadn’t returned.

He was well aware that the Jiao Hall had also participated in the dispute over the ruins.

But those cultivators from the Jiao Hall had already returned in twos and threes, yet there was still no sign of Wang Yuan.

Oddly, Luo Chen felt a twinge of unease in his heart.

Wang Yuan was one of his few good friends, a comrade whom he could trust with his life.

If anything bad happened to him, Luo Chen would not just feel terrible—he was certain that his rise in the ranks of the Broken Mountain Gang would also suffer a major blow.

However, Luo Chen’s concern dissipated three days later.

During the quiet of the night, Luo Chen walked out of the Pill Room alone, a smile playing on his face.

After several failures, he had successfully made a batch of Blood Ignition Pills.

His proficiency had also reached [20/100].

Many cultivators had abruptly returned to The Great River District, and those who had survived the ordeal had reaped some rewards.

For a time, The Great River District was flourishing sickeningly, instead of weakening.

Beneath this prosperity, chaos was escalating.

Luo Chen didn’t like this situation, but the Blood Ignition Pills he had made were perfect for it.

“I’ll stock up a little more, then sell them on the black market.”

“But this time, I could try those four small black markets.”

As Luo Chen was calculating these things, he suddenly froze.

The early summer moonlight poured through the valley cliffs into the Pill Hall.

A figure sat in the shadow near the wall.

If not for his sharp eyes, Luo Chen might not have noticed them at first glance.

Upon seeing Luo Chen, the figure raised their gourd of alcohol.

“Want a sip?”

Blood!

Just sitting across from him, Luo Chen could smell an incredibly strong scent of blood, as though the individual across him was not a person, but a bloodthirsty beast.

Under the gaze of those world-weary eyes, Luo Chen scrutinized the figure closely.

He didn’t see any injuries, just skin that was even more translucent and fair.

So white that Luo Chen even began to question if this was really Wang Yuan.

“Take a sip, why don’t you.”

“This here is Monkey Wine, snatched from the nest of a Golden Spirit Monkey. It’s rather beneficial for Qi Refinement.”

Luo Chen eyed the translucent spirit wine in the cup, which looked as if it were made of molten gold, and swallowed involuntarily.

The rich spirit qi indeed astonished him.

After he had chugged it down, Luo Chen felt heat surge through his body, his inner spirit power seeming to roil and boil.

“Brother Wang, did you reach the Ninth Level of Qi Refinement?”

Wang Yuan laughed lightly, “Hehe, sharp eyes you’ve got!”

Luo Chen noticed that Wang Yuan was in especially good spirits today.

He’d never seen him smile this much during their previous conversations.

“Did you hit the jackpot?”

Wang Yuan sighed, “Well, I have enough cultivation resources to reach the Qi Refinement Finalization at least.”

At this, Luo Chen was taken aback.

This excursion into the mountains had not only propelled Wang Yuan from the Eighth Level of Qi Refinement to the Ninth, but he’d also acquired enough cultivation resources to reach Qi Refinement Finalization.

Just how much had he achieved?

“I came here tonight because I have something to give you.”

Luo Chen’s heart skipped a beat; good stuff for his brother?

A storage bag was pushed right in front of Luo Chen.

In disbelief, Luo Chen accepted the storage bag. There was no spirit power imprint on it, probably eradicated by Wang Yuan already.

Compared to the spirit consciousness imprint left by Foundation Establishment Cultivators, the spirit power imprint left by Qi Refinement Cultivators was much easier to erase.

It could be easily removed at a higher level, and slowly worn away at a lower level.

“Oh, this storage bag has quite a large capacity; it must be about three cubic meters!”

Luo Chen had quite a few storage bags on hand including the initial one and the ones confiscated from the calamity cultivators.

But they were mostly basic storage bags with a capacity of one cubic meter.

These things sold for an exorbitant price at the Wanbao Pavilion, easily going for ten thousand spirit stones.

But on the black market, if you were willing to go through the trouble, you could buy one with seven or eight hundred spirit stones.

The truly expensive storage bags were those with larger capacities.

“If you like it, I can give you this storage bag too,” Wang Yuan said with a smile.

“So generous!”

With delight, Luo Chen fiddled with the storage bag, then took something out of it.

Not much, just a gourd and a lower-grade magic tool, the Ocean Swallowing Jar.

He unscrewed the cap of the gourd, and a rich aroma of wine wafted out.

Luo Chen knew from the sip he had had just now that this was Monkey Wine brewed by the Golden Spirit Monkey, which was quite effective.

Selling this jar would at least fetch a thousand spirit stones.

Without a doubt, Brother Wang was terribly generous.

With glee, Luo Chen opened up the other magic tool.

But he barely cracked it open when his face abruptly changed color, and he quickly shut it.

Even so, a dense and enticing fragrance spilled into the Pill Hall, a smell so mesmerising that it threatened to shake his mind and spirit.

Swallowing hard, Luo Chen muttered, “Brother Wang, are you insane!?”