Chapter 10

Seeing the old man at the stall holding the alchemical tripod, he chuckled and said, "Young master, this tripod is called the Palm Tripod. It is a portable alchemical tool carried by great alchemists, and its origin is naturally extraordinary!"

"I see a connection between you and it. As long as you offer a sincere price, it will be yours!"

Wei Changfeng was somewhat surprised, not expecting the old man to have some knowledge, and his explanation was actually quite reliable.

The old man's claim that this small tripod was a Palm Tripod wasn't entirely wrong. Some highly skilled alchemists would carry similar tripods for convenience in alchemy.

However, the Palm Tripod could only refine one pill at a time and required alchemical fire, so not many alchemists used it. It was a rather specialized alchemical tool.

But the tripod in the old man's hand was not an ordinary Palm Tripod; it had a different origin.

"Rubbish dug up from a grave, what extraordinary origin does it have!"

Before Wei Changfeng could respond, a rough voice came from the side, "Old man, don't deceive the young!"

Wei Changfeng turned his head to see the man who spoke up. He was a burly man with a broad back, wearing a set of dark brown leather armor. He looked to be in his thirties, with short hair and a rugged appearance. His dark face was full of mocking smiles, and he looked at the old man with disdain.

On the burly man's stall were various animal skins, bones, and meat, indicating that he was likely a part-time hunter or treasure hunter. Such characters were not uncommon in the open market, and they usually lived in dire straits.

"You brute, what do you know!"

The old man, whose secrets were exposed, became furious, his face turning purplish-red. "I don't even want to talk to you!"

The burly man laughed heartily. "The old man is feeling guilty, isn't he? Cough, cough!"

He coughed forcefully, his face turning an abnormal red, but it quickly faded.

"Cough to death!"

The old man at the stall cursed with hatred, then forced a smile and asked Wei Changfeng, "Young master, you..."

Wei Changfeng raised his hand to interrupt him and said straightforwardly, "Five taels of silver, I'll take it!"

In fact, this tripod was so corroded that it was completely unusable. It wasn't worth five taels of silver, let alone five mace.

But Wei Changfeng recognized it as the Sumeru Tripod used by the disciples of the Heavenly Heart Sect a thousand years ago.

The Heavenly Heart Sect was a very special sect, with no more than ten disciples, all of whom wandered the world, using their inherited alchemical and medical skills to save lives without seeking rewards.

The disciples of the Heavenly Heart Sect had saved countless lives, earning them a high reputation on the ancient continent.

At that time, the sect leader, Bi Xiuyun, was one of Wei Changfeng's beloved, and they had a memorable romance. Although they couldn't be together due to differing ideals, they maintained a close relationship.

Because of this, Wei Changfeng was very familiar with the Heavenly Heart Sect and the Sumeru Tripod, which was a must-have for its disciples. He recognized it at first glance.

However, in the memory of his previous soul, there was no information about the Heavenly Heart Sect. Wei Changfeng, thinking of the past, decided to buy this useless tripod.

"Five taels of silver?"

The old man's small eyes darted around, a glint of joy flashing in them.

But his face showed a look of being insulted, and he waved his hands, saying, "Impossible, five taels is impossible! It's a treasure with a history, you... don't go!"

Wei Changfeng had no intention of haggling and simply walked away.

This made the old man panic.

As the burly man said, the tripod was stolen from a grave and had been on the stall for half a year without anyone wanting it. Now, he finally found a sucker and couldn't let him go easily!

"Ten taels of silver! No, eight taels, seven!"

Seeing that Wei Changfeng ignored him, the old man shouted helplessly, "Five taels, I'll give it to you for five taels!"

Wei Changfeng stopped, turned around, and smiled. "Now I'm only willing to pay one tael of silver. If you don't sell, so be it!"

The old man was stunned, his regretful expression was comically absurd.

The burly man couldn't help but laugh out loud.

At this moment, Wei Changfeng returned, took the Sumeru Tripod, and threw five taels of silver to the old man.

As a great alchemical master, he wouldn't really care about a few taels of silver. He just wanted to give the greedy old man a small lesson.

The old man, a cunning fox, was left speechless by Wei Changfeng's tactics.

"You young man, you're quite interesting!" the burly man praised.

Wei Changfeng glanced at him and said coolly, "If I were you, I would immediately find a skilled alchemist to treat you, instead of arguing with people here."

The burly man was taken aback and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

Wei Changfeng said, "Your forehead is red, your brow is dark, and your cough sounds wrong. Clearly, you've been poisoned by a venomous creature recently."

Since ancient times, alchemy and medicine have been inseparable. True great alchemists often doubled as divine doctors, skilled in medical arts to accurately diagnose and treat patients. Wei Changfeng's medical skills were also unmatched, which is why so many sects and powerful factions sought his help.

Although his current strength was only a fraction of what it was a thousand years ago, his medical knowledge remained intact. He accurately diagnosed the burly man's condition with just a glance and a listen.

The burly man, unaware of the details, was shocked. "How do you know?"

He then shook his head and said, "I've already seen an alchemist and taken the antidote. I'm fine now!"

"Fine?"

Wei Changfeng sneered, "The poison has entered your lungs. If you can last three days, you're doing well."

"Really? The alchemist said I was cured, and I feel fine!"

The burly man's face changed. Although Wei Changfeng's diagnosis was accurate, he was skeptical about the claim that he had only three days left, thinking Wei Changfeng was exaggerating.

After all, Wei Changfeng was just a teenager, and he didn't seem as reliable as the alchemists in Jingyun City.

Wei Changfeng didn't waste any more words. If it weren't for the man's good character, he wouldn't have said anything.

"Whatever..."

The burly man thought for a moment and felt something was off. Seeing Wei Changfeng turn to leave, he quickly asked, "Young man, what's your name?"

Wei Changfeng answered without turning around, "I'm Wei Changfeng. You can find me at Jingyun Martial Academy."

"Jingyun Martial Academy, Wei Changfeng!" the burly man muttered.

...

As the sky was about to darken, Wei Changfeng returned to Jingyun City.

After wandering around the city for half a day, he spent over three hundred taels of silver on materials and tools for alchemy. He just needed to form the alchemical fire to start refining pills.

Carrying a heavy bundle, Wei Changfeng's mood brightened.

Just as he was about to reach home, a man in plain clothes approached him, looking anxious. "Are you Wei Changfeng from the Wei family?"

Wei Changfeng frowned and nodded. "Yes!"

The man in plain clothes sighed in relief. "Finally, I've found you. Follow me quickly, your mother has had an accident at the textile shop, and the situation is serious!"

Hearing the bad news, Wei Changfeng was shocked. "Where is my mother now?"

The man in plain clothes led him down a different alley, saying, "She's at the clinic. We'll take a shortcut from here, and we'll get there quickly!"

Wei Changfeng followed him hurriedly but suddenly felt something was wrong.

The man was very unfamiliar, not a neighbor, and his agile movements and strong physique clearly indicated he was a martial artist. Why would he wait on the road to report the news?

Moreover, the clinic wasn't on this route!

Realizing he might have been tricked, Wei Changfeng subtly slowed down.

When Wei Changfeng stopped, the man in plain clothes stopped too, a sinister smile on his face. "Little brat, you're quite clever, but it's too late!"

Wei Changfeng turned around and saw two more men in plain clothes blocking the alley, surrounding him!

This was a trap set specifically for him!

The trap wasn't very sophisticated, and he should have seen through it, but his concern for his mother had clouded his judgment. By the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late.

But at this point, Wei Changfeng calmed down and asked the man in front of him, "Who are you? Who sent you?"

Was it Wang Jingliang or Liang Tian? Both had the ability and motive to hire people to take revenge, especially the latter, whose grudge was significant, making him the most likely suspect.

The man in plain clothes drew a gleaming dagger and tossed it in his hand.

He approached Wei Changfeng step by step, his eyes gleaming with a cruel, cat-toy-mouse look. "Someone is paying for your legs. Be cooperative, or you'll suffer."

The man in plain clothes was tight-lipped, not revealing any information, clearly a seasoned hand.

His two companions laughed and slowly surrounded Wei Changfeng from behind, leaving him no chance to escape.

Seeing this, a fierce light flashed in Wei Changfeng's eyes.

For some reason, he recalled the time he was ambushed in the alchemy room, feeling the same despair, helplessness, and humiliation. Anger burned in his heart like a raging fire!

He suddenly dropped his bundle, reached into his pocket, and grabbed a medicine box.

In the next moment, he popped two Tiger Strength Pills into his mouth and swallowed them without chewing!

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