Chapter 80

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The Da Ge Ding, a lower-grade spirit item, is made of thousand-year-old steel, with a deep patina. The outside of the ding is engraved with vivid taotie patterns, while the inside of the ding's belly conceals a sophisticated high-grade talisman. This talisman can draw the power of the blazing sun from the sky, catalyzing a scorching flame.

Possessing this ding greatly ensures the purity and success rate of the alchemical pills. Therefore, he came early to avoid being preempted by others from different factions.

"Bad luck." Jiang Chen held his head high, patted his third-grade alchemist’s robe, and strutted into the Dan Feng Pavilion.

Huo Yingfan, with a sullen face, glared fiercely at Chen Mo.

A chill of killing intent rushed toward Chen Mo, who snorted coldly and ignored it, calmly entering the Dan Feng Pavilion.

In front of him, the main hall of the Dan Feng Pavilion was not like an ordinary apothecary or alchemy pavilion. It was arranged in the pattern of the Seven Stars of the Northern Dipper, forming a unique layout. Each star position held items of different grades. At the moment, a crowd gathered at the third star position. Seeing no one paying attention to him, he shrugged and quietly waited on the side.

Xiao Gui Xiao Ba, upon entering, caught the scent of medicine and eagerly rushed to each star position, finding many delicious things.

Gu Yue, the steward of the Dan Feng Pavilion, had slightly brown hair, a lean build, and deep-set eyes that occasionally emitted a fierce light. His dark blue robe was adorned with four clusters of flame patterns, symbolizing his strength and cultivation. He remained calm and smiled as he listened.

Jiang Chen, seeing someone had beaten him to it, reined in his arrogance and quickly rushed into the crowd. Apart from Lin Junqian of the Daoxuan Sect, Qiu Xiong of the Tiangang Sect and the royal family member Ye Lianxiang were both present.

The major sects and the royal family would send their core disciples with alchemy talent to the Changchun Valley. Here, these disciples could grow into the best alchemists.

Qiu Xiong, standing eight feet tall, had a broad back and a bear-like waist, sharp shoulders, and fierce eyes. As he moved, he exuded a violent and domineering aura. With his arms crossed, his eyes like copper bells, he stared at the Da Ge Ding like a hungry tiger, determined to obtain it. Having spent a short time in Changchun Valley, he wanted to use the power of this ding to advance from a second-grade alchemist to a third-grade alchemist and refine third-grade pills. Therefore, he was determined to get this ding.

"Senior Gu Yue, just sell it to me for one million gold tickets. If that’s not acceptable, name your price." Qiu Xiong, with his vast wealth, slapped his chest, making a hollow sound, and acted arrogantly.

Ye Lianxiang, with her alluring eyes and innate pride, was no less imposing than Qiu Xiong. She pulled out a stack of gold tickets from her servants and shook them. "Hmph! What’s so great about the Tiangang Sect? Does the royal family lack gold tickets?"

Then her demeanor suddenly softened, becoming gentle and mild. "Senior Gu Yue, you know I came to Changchun Valley from afar to learn alchemy. The royal elders eagerly hope I will achieve something. I am currently trying to refine a fourth-grade pill, the Nibi Pill. What do you think...?"

True to her royal upbringing, she was cunning and eloquent, knowing how to strike at the heart of the matter, emphasizing the importance of the ding to her. As for money, would the royal family ever lack it?

Jiang Chen, hearing Ye Lianxiang’s words, his eyes flashed with a fierce light. "Princess Ye, you know I have just refined a third-grade pill, the Yangmai Pill. Its quality still needs improvement. Please be generous and let me have it. With your strength, finding another good ding would be easy, wouldn’t it?"

Qiu Xiong was not simple either. "Jiang Chen, don’t take us for fools. The Xuanhuang Sect is also wealthy."

Each person spoke a sentence, seemingly friendly on the surface but harboring sinister intentions. Chen Mo secretly laughed, but the Tiangang Sect, ruling all the highlands and mountains of the Dafeng Kingdom, was rich in minerals and rare crystals, making it as wealthy as the royal family.

Truly wealthy people, he had over a hundred thousand gold tickets in his storage ring, but the Great Brightness Divine Technique urgently needed a mid-grade spirit item technique to integrate and supplement it. Unfortunately, he had yet to find one.

Gu Yue, acting as a mediator, chuckled and said, "Alright, no need to argue. This ding will likely be awarded as a prize to the winning alchemist at the Changchun Valley Alchemist Competition."

Suddenly, his gaze fell on Chen Mo, and he remembered yesterday’s events. His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he instructed his assistant, Yaoguang, to attend to him.

Upon hearing this news, everyone had no choice but to leave, albeit reluctantly. As they exited, they saw Chen Mo standing at the first star position, negotiating with Yaoguang.

Seeing the gray robe, Qiu Xiong laughed without restraint. "When did Changchun Valley have such an unqualified person?"

Ye Lianxiang glanced at Chen Mo’s low-grade robe, her red lips curled, and her beauty mark twitched. She sneered, "He’s brought by Master Mu. Qiu Xiong, you should be careful with your words, don’t make Master Mu unhappy."

Knowing Qiu Xiong admired Mu Lingwei, she privately warned that anyone who tried to curry favor in front of her would be killed.

"Um, I saw this boy climbing the mountain wall of the Xuan Kong Pavilion yesterday and only came down this morning." Huo Yingfan, with his malicious thoughts, added fuel to the fire.

This malicious provocation thoroughly enraged Qiu Xiong, his eyes blazing with killing intent. If not for the rule against fighting in the Dan Feng Pavilion, he would have punched the boy’s head in.

Chen Mo naturally knew that, having injured Fang Yingzhuo, the people of his sect in the valley would seek revenge. He was mentally prepared to face any provocations.

However, priorities must be considered.

"I’m here to collect the materials for three Small Spirit Gathering Pills." Chen Mo, calm and composed, took out a jade slip with five clusters of flame patterns and handed it to Yaoguang at the first star position.

A low laugh spread, and Qiu Xiong, with his chest puffed out, laughed loudly, thinking, "Can such a person catch Master Mu’s eye? He’s not worth a sneeze."

But under everyone’s watchful eyes, the jade slip in Yaoguang’s hand, with its five clusters of flames, burned into everyone’s eyes, and the laughter abruptly stopped.

The jade slip, a symbol of the highest alchemist’s cultivation, would grant free passage anywhere. The honor and convenience of commanding such a jade slip were reserved for fifth-grade alchemists, and this boy had it.

"You wait a moment, I need to go to the warehouse to find it. Do you need anything else? With this jade slip, you can freely collect any items." Yaoguang was more polite, feeling the jade slip in his hand was scorching. Did Master Mu casually give this unqualified boy a jade slip? And use it to collect such low-grade materials? It was truly unfathomable.

Chen Mo was surprised by the authority of the jade slip but shook his head, "I only need this material. By the way, how do I get to the northwest corner of the Ding Tomb? I want to pick a ding to use."

This left Yaoguang speechless, pointing in a daze.

Gu Yue, still at the third star position, frowned, puzzled. The Dan Feng Pavilion had plenty of low-grade dings. Why go to the Ding Tomb? Everyone knew that the dings in the Changchun Valley Ding Tomb were discarded by alchemists, either broken, cracked, or missing parts. No one went there to pick up broken dings to practice.

The suppressed laughter erupted. Ye Lianxiang, covering her mouth, almost burst out laughing.

Jiang Chen, with a sinister smile, considered whether to watch the spectacle.

"Embarrassing, even I feel ashamed. Perhaps Prince Qiu should help, ha ha..." The mocking and contemptuous voices rang out.

Chen Mo ignored them, his face calm, standing at the first star position, patiently waiting for the materials.

Once he obtained the materials, Chen Mo called out to Xiao Ba, who was lingering at the star positions, and left the Dan Feng Pavilion without looking back, heading toward the Ding Tomb.

Qiu Xiong gave a signal to his subordinate, Tuoba Mu, who nodded and followed Chen Mo.

Chen Mo crossed half of Changchun Valley and finally found the northwest corner of the Ding Tomb. Unlike the other parts of Changchun Valley, which were vibrant and bustling, this place was desolate and dilapidated, a scene of desolation.

Seeing the desolate scene, Chen Mo smiled bitterly. There were indeed many dings, piled up like mountains. But they were all covered in dust, rusted, and broken.

"Are you Chen Mo?" A cold, sinister voice, carrying a chill of killing intent, rumbled from behind Chen Mo.

"Whoosh..."

A tall, dark figure rushed from a distance, moving like a leopard, leaning forward and leaping. In a few breaths, the hundred-foot distance was reduced to less than ten feet.

"Hmph, Fang Yingzhuo and his group of废物 couldn’t even defeat this poor boy. The young generation of Changchun Valley is truly pathetic. Watch me, Tuoba Mu, deal with you."

The man’s speed was incredible, and he leaped high into the air.

"Force to Move Mountains"

With a roar, Tuoba Mu, from a distance of three feet, stomped hard, his strong body charging forward, heading straight for Chen Mo.

Boom!

The explosion shattered the surrounding air, and a fierce wind and rolling waves of energy surged.

The sharp, fierce energy rained down, and Chen Mo’s eyes narrowed, a fierce light flashing. He straightened his waist and shot forward like an arrow. With a swift movement, he appeared behind Tuoba Mu, lifted his foot, and kicked down hard.

Thud!

Tuoba Mu, already in a charging momentum, stumbled, unable to stop, and his face hit the ground, dragging a long trail of dirt.

"Seeing me, you don’t need to bow so deeply. Please rise quickly." Chen Mo laughed, surprised at the dramatic scene his kick had caused.

"Little brat, I’ll tear you apart."

Tuoba Mu, with blood on his face, struggled to his feet, his neck red with shame and anger. As a fifth-stage Spirit Master, he had never experienced such humiliation.

Roaring like a wild beast, he let out a continuous scream. His body’s mystic energy surged, and with a sharp, piercing sound, two foot-long, sharp blades emerged, swiftly slashing toward Chen Mo.

No matter where he went, countless troubles would follow. Was it bad luck or good luck?

Recently, he had been pondering the lightning fist intent contained in the jade slip, lacking practical combat experience. The person who had come to challenge him was just the right opportunity to hone his martial arts.

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