Immortality Begins as an Alchemy Master 144

“The fixed number of Blood-Burning Pills I used to produce, which was five, has increased to seven!”

“嘶, Just by changing the pill fire, the number of pills produced has also changed. Doesn’t this mean that the pill recipe is also affected by the pill fire?”

“I optimized the Blood-Burning Pill recipe?”

罗尘 understood better than anyone what the increase in the number of pills meant. It meant that he could sell them on a large scale. Of course, he still had to calculate the cost.

One Qinghe Demonic Beast, when a small portion is burned, can be used to refine four sets of raw materials. Averaged out, a complete Qinghe Demonic Beast is enough to support the refining of ten portions of Blood-Burning Pills. The cost per portion increases by one Spiritual Stone, bringing the total cost to approximately twelve Spiritual Stones.

But the improvement is also very significant; for every successful batch, two more Blood-Burning Pills are produced. Of course, one can’t only count the successful ones. With a ten percent success rate, it means an additional nine Spiritual Stones are wasted.

“Can the extra two Blood-Burning Pills make up for the extra nine Spiritual Stones?”

The answer is yes! Even if it doesn’t recoup the overall cost, the extra nine or ten Spiritual Stones are still a profit. Moreover, with the increased number of pills produced, it also plays a better role in improving proficiency.

On the panel, Luo Chen’s Blood-Burning Pill proficiency reached [13/100].

“I still have many Qinghe Demonic Beasts. Next, I can try refining more Blood-Burning Pills.”

Recently, most of the cultivators from the Broken Mountain Sect were transferred to the Ancient Plains Mountain Range, so there were naturally fewer people monitoring Luo Chen. And those who remained were mostly preoccupied with the relics there. Luo Chen could now be slightly bolder.

Days flowed by like water! Luo Chen cultivated and refined pills while paying attention to the news about the Golden Elixir relic in the Ancient Plains Mountain Range. Because the Broken Mountain Sect held a home-field advantage, much of the news was firsthand, without any rumors.

This time, Uncle Mi Shuhua mobilized many people to the Ancient Plains Mountain Range, forming a five-hundred-person team of independent cultivators. The three major combat halls were the main force, supplemented by cultivators from the mining and medicine halls. Qi Refining Ninth Layer cultivators were almost all deployed. Except for Luo Wu Di, Zeng Wen, and Yang Wei, even Ke Yue Lin, the beast hall master, put aside his hall’s affairs and went personally.

Logically, with such a large force, they should have been able to clear the area. But in fact, the progress was not smooth. The Mystical One Clan, which had always been overlooked, suddenly stood tall this time.

The five major Foundation Establishment families behind them, although only having three Foundation Establishment cultivators, united and suppressed the Broken Mountain Sect in terms of high-end combat power.

“Wait, what do you mean by five Foundation Establishment families, but only three Foundation Establishment cultivators?”

Sī Kōng Shòu Jiǎ said as a matter of course: “Because the other two major Foundation Establishment families don’t have any Foundation Establishment cultivators!”

“Without Foundation Establishment cultivators, they still call themselves Foundation Establishment families?” Luo Chen didn’t understand.

“They used to have a Foundation Establishment ancestor, but their lifespan ended and they died. They couldn’t stay in their original place, so they moved to Great River City.”

Sī Kōng Shòu Jiǎ explained casually.

“Although they no longer have a Foundation Establishment ancestor, some of the methods left behind in the family can unleash Foundation Establishment-level combat power.”

“Have you heard of talismans? Have you heard of bloodline heirlooms?”

“I know about talismans; aren’t they just talismans that seal one-third of an artifact’s power?” Luo Chen showed off his extensive knowledge, then pouted and said, “A blood-sacrificed inheritance artifact; does it even deserve to be called an artifact?”

Bloodline heirlooms, also known as blood-sacrificed artifacts, belong to bloodline techniques. And bloodline techniques were not unfamiliar to Luo Chen. After Wang Yuan killed the bloodline cultivator Xiao Wu Yan, he obtained many legacies from him. Occasionally during conversations, Wang Yuan would generously tell Luo Chen about these things, possibly wanting this knowledge to help Luo Chen better refine Blood煞 Pills. Among this knowledge was the blood sacrifice method.

This is a technique for artifacts, widely circulated in the current Cultivation World and not considered a demonic path technique. That is, high-level cultivators bind an artifact to their bloodline. Only cultivators with the same bloodline can inherit and use it. In this way, even after the cultivator dies, the artifact will not be coveted by others. But the cost is obvious, even more tragic than talismans. Talismans only seal one-third of the artifact’s power, causing damage to the artifact’s inherent power, which can be restored after long-term cultivation. But bloodline heirlooms, after binding to the bloodline, the artifact’s grade will directly decrease. If it’s a low-grade artifact, it will directly fall to the level of a top-grade artifact, and at most can only unleash 20% of the artifact’s power. Compared to talismans, the advantage is that it can be used indefinitely, but its power is not as good as talismans. Moreover, even if future generations break through to Foundation Establishment or Golden Elixir, they cannot restore the artifact’s grade. That is permanent damage!

Few people would do such a thing. Only those Foundation Establishment cultivators who are nearing the end of their lives and lack the means to make talismans would do such a thing of sacrificing the fundamental for the trivial.

“Don’t worry about whether it’s still an artifact or not; in any case, the power unleashed in conjunction with the bloodline is even greater than a top-grade artifact, definitely considered a Foundation Establishment technique!”

Sī Kōng Shòu Jiǎ said impatiently.

“No, why are you getting so worked up with me!”

Luo Chen looked at him strangely. On his old face, a trace of worry was vaguely visible. Suddenly, he thought of the reason.

“Your son wouldn’t have also entered that relic, would he?”

Sī Kōng Shòu Jiǎ sighed and nodded silently. If Uncle Mi Shuhua hadn’t strictly ordered him to stay in the Pill Hall, he would have wanted to personally go to the Ancient Plains Mountain Range to participate in the relic’s contention. Whether for a possible chance at Foundation Establishment or for his son who had married into another family.

Seeing the old man’s appearance, Luo Chen didn’t want to stimulate him further. They chatted briefly and he hurried home.

……

He entered the Inner City with five bodyguards and, under the personal escort of Dong Fang Liang, returned to the courtyard. Then! He activated his nearly perfect Concealment Spirit Technique, carefully disguised himself, changed his clothes, and quietly slipped out of the courtyard.

Leaving the Inner City, Luo Chen headed straight for the outer district. He went through countless alleys, winding his way through them, until he entered a shop selling ordinary clothes.

“What kind of clothes does the customer want? Please feel free to look.”

The old woman in the shop, who was sewing clothes, said without raising her head. Under the dim light, Luo Chen carefully sized her up, then said somewhat awkwardly:

“I want a Nine Dragon Crown, simple clothes, and a willow sash.”

The old woman’s sewing hand paused slightly, then shook her head: “An emperor’s crown doesn’t match civilian attire.”

“If you add a precious embroidered ball, it will match.”

Hearing the last sentence, the old woman looked up, her cloudy eyes fixed on Luo Chen.

“How should I address you, sir?”

“慕容渊.”

“Mm, this way, please!”

The old woman gestured, and a faint glow flickered in the direction of the back room. Luo Chen followed, and in a daze, it seemed like he had passed through a curtain of light. He walked along, as if going down. Suddenly, he was stopped before a door.

“Credential!”

“Here!”

Luo Chen handed over a precious embroidered ball. A faint spiritual light flickered; the spiritual light was slightly repulsive to Luo Chen. Seeing this repulsive phenomenon, the black-clothed cultivator raised his eyebrows.

“This is your first time at the Precious Embroidered Ball Black Market?”

“Mm.”

“Do you know the rules?”

“Mm.”

“Alright, this is your Precious Embroidered Ball mask. After you leave, we will give you a Precious Embroidered Ball of your own.”

Luo Chen took a simple, dragon-carved mask and put it on. He had already changed his appearance and concealed his aura; now, with the mask on, he was even more hidden.

Watching the black-clothed cultivator open the door, Luo Chen couldn’t help but inwardly complain. Clearly, a credential was enough; why bother with a password? And the password didn’t even make sense. At least use something like “The earth rises high, a stream of water for a thousand ages” or something!

Furthermore, he was quite famous in Great River City, and the name Dan Chen Zi was quite well-known; why didn’t anyone take the initiative to send him an embroidered ball? Even Zeng Wen and Wang Yuan had people personally deliver credentials. Who do they think they’re looking down on!

But when he entered the door and felt the gazes directed at him, he couldn’t help but feel a tightness in his heart.

“Damn it, I came to the wrong place. This is a high-end black market!”

(End of chapter)

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