Chapter 54

"Boom"

The yellow lid of the alchemy furnace was lifted by an invisible force.

As the lid flew up, a thick white mist rose, carrying a few sparks that shot straight into the sky.

Fang Ling stood three meters away from the alchemy furnace. He flipped his palm, and the invisible hand formed by his inner energy slowly placed the lid on the ground.

Just as he was about to blow away the white mist inside the furnace, a fierce roar sounded, and a white tiger twenty meters away suddenly took flight.

With a flap of its wings, a strong wind instantly cleared the smoke from the furnace.

Inside the large furnace, there were now only more than thirty thumb-sized earth-yellow pills, and a rich medicinal fragrance filled the air.

Fang Ling looked at these well-made Rehmannia Pills and smiled. He extended his hand, and one of the pills flew into his hand.

He gently placed it in his mouth and chewed it a couple of times, and a smile appeared on his face.

For Fang Ling, although these Rehmannia Pills had no effect on him, he was pleased that the Rehmannia Pills he had refined were almost as good as those refined outside.

Being able to refine Rehmannia Pills meant, according to the rules of the Lu Kingdom, that he could be called an Alchemy Master.

However, Fang Ling did not want others to know he was an Alchemy Master. He refined pills mainly to refine the Nine-Transmutation Dao Pill for himself.

"Eat them!" With a wave of his sleeve, the remaining Rehmannia Pills flew toward the white tiger like arrows.

The white tiger, familiar with this, leaped up and swallowed the pills one by one like lightning.

The more than thirty Rehmannia Pills, the result of Fang Ling's half-day effort, vanished without a trace.

The white tiger, still unsatisfied, looked at Fang Ling with a pitiful gaze, as if urging him to continue refining pills, as the tiger had not had enough.

"Inferior goods, go stand aside. There are no more today!" Fang Ling said with a smile.

Seeing Fang Ling's serious expression, the white tiger stopped pestering him, flapped its wings, and flew back to its nest.

Fang Ling tidied up the alchemy furnace and took out a lot of herbs from his storage bag. After sorting out the useful ones, he sighed.

The materials for the Nine-Transmutation Dao Pill, which he had been carefully collecting, were still missing two ingredients.

"Qingming Grass, Jinluo Fruit." He muttered, and suddenly clenched his fist.

To obtain these two herbs, he had searched both the Treasure Pavilion and the Divine Medicine Hall. The Divine Medicine Hall had never even heard of these herbs, while the Treasure Pavilion provided information about the Jinluo Fruit.

However, the Jinluo Fruit had appeared only once twenty years ago and had already been bought.

"I might have to go to the Lashan Secret Realm and try my luck."

As he delved deeper into this world, Fang Ling increasingly understood the value of the travel maps he had brought.

In this world, cultivators who wanted to improve their cultivation and refine various magical treasures had a great demand for various heavenly materials and treasures.

Many herbs could only be found in the dangerous small spaces of some famous sects.

Many sects had even fought wars to gain control of these high-level small spaces. However, due to the numerous dangers, even the sects that controlled these small spaces found it difficult to explore them thoroughly.

If he spread the news about the maps, it could cause him a lot of trouble.

Although everyone in Dinging City now believed he had a powerful backing, Fang Ling knew that the two women from Zhenhuan Palace were not very friendly toward him. If he relied on them, he would end up dead.

Three days later, at night, Fang Ling, who had prepared everything, appeared outside the Lashan Secret Realm like a flying bird.

The Lashan Secret Realm was faintly visible, surrounded by a layer of spatial energy. Fang Ling looked at this secret realm and felt a long sigh rise in his heart.

His journey to this strange world had begun from this Lashan Secret Realm.

"Boom"

Using all his strength, Fang Ling punched the spatial barrier outside the Lashan Secret Realm.

Visible ripples spread out from his fist, and with these ripples, Fang Ling felt a huge elastic force that pushed him back.

Fang Ling had reached the peak of the sixth level of Qi Cultivation. Although the jade tiger blood had not significantly increased his cultivation, it had improved his physical constitution. After these days of cultivation, Fang Ling clearly felt that his inner energy was one-third more than that of an ordinary sixth-level Qi Cultivator.

One-third might not seem like much, but in many high-level battles, a slight difference could mean the difference between life and death.

However, at his current level, he could not break through the outer defense of the Lashan Secret Realm. Fang Ling, who had originally intended to take the large tree inside and make it into a Lashan Secret Realm map, could not help but smile bitterly.

A thought flashed through his mind, and the black Xuan Yin Blade flew out, slicing the transparent barrier.

Instantly, a three-foot-long crack appeared before Fang Ling.

Without hesitation, Fang Ling leaped into the air and entered the Lashan Secret Realm like a bolt of lightning.

The Lashan Secret Realm was still the same, silent and without a sound.

Fang Ling used the Lashan Tour Map in his mind to determine his position and began to climb the mountain along the normal route.

"Drop Green Grass, over a hundred years old, this is a good thing."

"Here is even an Eagle Snake Fruit, but it's too young. I'll leave it for now."

"Thirty-year-old Zangyin Flower, better than what the Treasure Pavilion provided."

...

Revisiting the Lashan Secret Realm, Fang Ling, without the previous urgency, strolled leisurely, continuously putting the herbs he needed into his storage bag.

Along the way, Fang Ling found many herbs, but unfortunately, there was no trace of the Jinluo Fruit or Qingming Grass.

This result left Fang Ling quite disappointed.

At the top of the Lashan Secret Realm, a large tree stood tall, and the surrounding area was filled with rolling spiritual energy. Fang Ling looked at the tree with a keen gaze.

He sat cross-legged outside the tree's boundary and cultivated for an hour, his face glowing with a faint white light. At this moment, Fang Ling knew he was in the best state, but he did not act.

Only by standing outside the boundary could he truly feel the gap between himself and the boundary.

Two days later, Fang Ling left the mountain with a hint of regret.

During these two days, he searched everywhere he could, finding many heavenly materials and treasures, even a three-hundred-year-old Snow Ginseng, but the two ingredients needed for the Nine-Transmutation Dao Pill were still nowhere to be found.

"Hmm"

Just as Fang Ling was thinking about how to find these two ingredients, a sound came from a distance. He paused for a moment and then quickly walked over.

Looking down from a rock, he saw two middle-aged men, one standing and one sitting, about ten meters away. The standing man sneered, "Brother Zhu, this time, it's my fault."

"Lu Sanjin, I, Zhu Wentong, have never wronged you. Why are you attacking me?" The man on the ground asked angrily, his voice filled with indignation.

Lu Sanjin chuckled, "Brother Zhu, it's simple. The spirit stones obtained from the hundred-year-old Eagle Snake Fruit are better spent by one person than by two!"

"Considering our years of collecting herbs together, I will not harm your family."

As he spoke, Lu Sanjin raised his hand and struck down toward Zhu Wentong's head.

Driven by greed, he was killing to take the treasure!

Fang Ling did not want to get involved in such matters.

Although Zhu Wentong seemed pitiful, a pitiful person must have a hateful side. Who made him unable to judge people correctly, and he should pay the price for it.

Fang Ling sneered and was about to leave. Such things happened every day, and he was not a savior who could handle everything.

At that moment, Lu Sanjin suddenly stopped his hand and said, "Brother Zhu, I almost forgot. You mentioned seeing a Jinluo Fruit a while ago. Could you tell me where it is?"

"Do you think I will tell you?" Zhu Wentong sneered, his voice filled with disdain.

Lu Sanjin's expression softened, and he said with confidence, "I believe Brother Zhu will tell me. After all, my virtuous niece is a beauty. If I send her to the Spring and Autumn Pavilion..."

Lu Sanjin did not finish his sentence, and a faint sneer followed.

"You dare!" Zhu Wentong's voice was filled with rage.

"Why not? Brother Zhu, you don't know me well. I may always smile, but if I really get serious..."

"How serious can you get?" A calm voice suddenly sounded.

The voice was very calm, but to Lu Sanjin, it was like a thunderbolt. He turned his head sharply and saw a young figure looking at him coldly.

Seeing this young figure, Lu Sanjin's face first flashed with a fierce light, but then he showed a look of difficulty.

Because he saw that the young man's cultivation had reached the sixth level of Qi Cultivation!

The same sixth level as him!

"Hehe, this young brother, I am Lu Sanjin. I have always collected herbs around here. I love..."

Lu Sanjin's face suddenly showed a look of shock, and he said in disbelief, "Spatial rift!"

As soon as he said this, he suddenly crouched down and pressed his finger toward a small box on his abdomen.

This small box was his life-saving item, called the "Flower Rain Box," containing 360 wind-polished copper needles, as fine as cow hair, but highly toxic.

If hit by these needles, even a seventh-level Qi Cultivator would find it hard to survive.

However, just as his finger was about to press down, his vision suddenly went dark, and he could see nothing.

"Be careful, sir..." Zhu Wentong's warning was cut off as he stared in shock at Lu Sanjin's headless body and Fang Ling, who had just retracted the Xuan Yin Blade.

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