Chapter 82

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Chen Mo's palms were scorched black by the flames, and he struggled to suppress the mystic energy. His divine consciousness played a significant role, suppressing the flames when they grew too large and adding more when they were too small. Finally, he managed to control the flames, and the liquid fused into a spherical shape, forming the initial form of the pill, which was gradually contracting and solidifying.

"Condense!" Mu Lingwei softly commanded.

Chen Mo injected a final, massive surge of mystic energy into the flames. The nascent pill spun rapidly, the moisture evaporated, and a pill was formed.

Mu Lingwei took out the pill. Although its surface appeared rough, the essence of the herbs was well preserved. She hadn't expected Chen Mo to succeed on his second attempt. Even a genius wouldn't be so terrifying, making her feel a bit startled.

Back in the day, she had only managed to refine this pill after her sixth attempt, and her master had praised her for her exceptional talent, saying her future achievements in pill refinement would be boundless.

Suppressing her surprise, Mu Lingwei nodded and confirmed that Chen Mo had passed the trial. Everything was left unsaid.

Chen Mo, with his bright eyes, finally exhaled the breath he had been holding, and his tense muscles relaxed. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, leaving a trail of black ash.

"Chen Mo, congratulations on passing the trial. From today, I officially take you as my disciple, fulfilling my master's last wish."

Mu Lingwei felt a faint joy in her heart. She instinctively raised her wrist to help Chen Mo wipe the black ash from his face but realized her inappropriate behavior and let her hand fall halfway.

"Disciple Chen Mo, I pay my respects to Master." Chen Mo's clear and penetrating eyes showed a hint of joy. Afraid she might change her mind, he hurriedly performed the kneeling salute, solidifying the master-disciple relationship.

He was extremely excited. Aunt, Big Brother, Huwu, I have finally taken the first step to becoming a pharmacist.

Qumu Qing, you just wait. I won't rest until I have avenged my hatred.

Seemingly unable to bear Chen Mo's fiery gaze, Mu Lingwei's face showed a slight discomfort. She turned away and, in a teacherly manner, lectured, "Chen Mo, the path of a pharmacist is long. You have only learned the basics. Hard training is essential. Continue practicing with the remaining herbs. You may not rest until you have finished."

With that, she took out a large pile of materials for the Small Gathering Spirit Pill from her storage ring.

"Complying with Master's command," Chen Mo bowed respectfully.

After she walked away, Chen Mo excitedly grabbed Xiao Ba and gave him two fierce kisses. Xiao Ba rolled his eyes at him, urging him to calm down. "Bro, I'm hungry. Let's start with two fifth-grade pills to fill my stomach."

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Another month passed quickly.

Spiritual energy swirled throughout the Changchun Valley, and misty clouds enveloped the steep peaks. A figure leaped from a floating pavilion, floating like cotton in the air, and used a stone step a few feet away to cling to the cliff. Carrying a dark green shield, he looked like a gecko from a distance, moving step by step along the deep fist marks, descending skillfully. In no time, he reached the ground, and the hundred-foot cliff, now hidden in the clouds, was out of sight.

"Xiao Ba, aren't you coming down?" Chen Mo, wrapped in a gray robe, with long sleeves hanging loosely, looked somewhat disheveled, but his features were handsome and spirited.

"Thud," Xiao Ba slid off his back, stood on all fours, and looked up at Chen Mo with a proud expression, as if he were a great master descending from a high place.

In the past month, while learning to refine the Small Gathering Spirit Pill with Mu Lingwei, he had become proficient with the help of his divine consciousness.

As his pill refinement skills improved, he began to worry about the upcoming battle with Qumu Qing. He needed to find a way to enhance his combat strength.

His most powerful combat technique was the Vajra Demon Subduing. However, due to the lack of strength in his meridians and flesh, each time he used it, his meridians would be damaged.

Additionally, his defensive mystic technique, the Thousand-Year Green, was no longer effective. He had obtained a lower-grade spiritual defensive mystic technique, the Golden Bell Shield, after killing Yan Zhiwu.

Once mastered, this technique would form a mystic energy shield around his body, providing extremely powerful defense.

However, the Golden Bell Shield required a very high level of physical strength and resilient meridians. Chen Mo's current physical conditioning was far from meeting these requirements.

After careful consideration, if he could properly temper his body to a certain strength, his actual combat power would experience a qualitative leap.

Using the Vajra Demon Subduing would no longer result in meridian damage, leaving him powerless.

However, without external assistance, it would take at least a year to temper his body to the required level for the Golden Bell Shield.

The looming crisis was getting closer, and he didn't have that much time. He needed to take a shortcut and find an alternative path.

In the books provided by Master Mu Lingwei, there was a mention of a fifth-grade pill, the Meridian Transformation Pill, which could cleanse the meridians, enhance physical strength, and strengthen the meridians. If he could obtain one, it would be highly effective for tempering his body.

However, this was a fifth-grade spiritual pill, rare and extremely valuable. Even experienced fourth-grade pharmacists had a low success rate, with only one in ten attempts being successful.

Even if it appeared at an auction, the price would be exorbitant, as one of the main ingredients, the hundred-year-old green banyan wood marrow, was worth 200,000 gold.

Chen Mo had only about 100,000 gold, so he had to abandon the idea. He decided to buy some ordinary spiritual herbs to practice his pill refinement skills.

"Hey, whose little turtle is this? It's quite cute," a delicate voice rang out, like a silver bell in the wind, with a hint of coquettishness, piercing Chen Mo's ears.

However, the voice was so affected that it made him shudder.

The speaker was Princess Ye Lianxiang of the Dafeng Kingdom. She was dressed in a pink robe, walking gracefully, with long, delicate fingers that were white and transparent. Her robe was adorned with three clusters of flame patterns, and she was followed by a servant, exuding an air of superiority.

"Oh, look, he even has a bump on his head. Did he hit the wall?" The woman extended her delicate fingers to touch Xiao Ba's head, speaking to her servant. She completely ignored Chen Mo.

Xiao Ba flicked his tail and skillfully dodged, giving Ye Lianxiang a disdainful glance. The goddess at home was much more beautiful, as the saying goes, "Once you have seen the vast ocean, no other water can compare."

"Oh, this little turtle is blushing?" Ye Lianxiang deliberately pinched hard.

Chen Mo had become a disciple of Mu Lingwei, and this news had spread throughout Changchun Valley. As the only fifth-grade pharmacist in the valley, she rarely took disciples.

When Ye Lianxiang first entered Changchun Valley, she had intended to become Mu Lingwei's disciple but was rejected.

As a princess, she had never been treated this way before and had been harboring resentment.

Xiao Ba skillfully flipped and hid behind Chen Mo.

"Senior Sister Ye, why treat a little turtle like this?"

The servant, glancing at Chen Mo, shouted, "How dare you call her your senior sister? She is a princess."

"Relying on someone else's power," Chen Mo lazily said, "This doesn't seem like a palace, and I've never heard of a princess in Changchun Valley."

With that, he turned his back on her, leaving a calm and indifferent figure. He ignored her stomping and shouting, not wanting to waste any time on such a self-centered and arrogant princess.

Leisurely, he entered the "Pill Tribute Pavilion."

This was a place frequently visited by Changchun Valley disciples, where they could exchange gold tickets or contribution points for more alchemical resources.

Four towering jade pillars supported the vast hall, with the Seven Stars of the Big Dipper arranged at the counter. Each star had a queue of people waiting to exchange or buy herbs, all dressed in gray robes with flame patterns, indicating their ranks.

Chen Mo joined the queue at the first star, immediately drawing a lot of attention. The man and turtle duo was already eye-catching, and being a disciple of Mu Lingwei made him a focal point, drawing envious, jealous, and disdainful gazes.

"He's not that handsome, yet Senior Aunt Mu actually chose him?"

"Don't say that. Be careful, or he might report you to Mu Lingwei, and you'll be in trouble."

Since Mu Lingwei had taken Chen Mo as a disciple, some disciples who viewed her as a goddess were unhappy but dared not criticize her. Chen Mo naturally became the target of their dissatisfaction.

However, Chen Mo didn't care about what others thought, maintaining a composed and indifferent demeanor.

When it was his turn, he took out a large pile of jade bottles from his storage ring. There was no need to hide, as he was Mu Lingwei's disciple, and storage rings were common in Changchun Valley.

"Storage ring?" Some keen-eyed people noticed.

"Who would have thought this guy is a rich kid, with a storage ring?"

"Looking at his poor appearance, he probably can't afford one. It's likely that Senior Aunt Mu gave it to him."

"It might be a token of their affection."

Rumors and gossip abounded, but with his current mindset, he wouldn't get angry or take them seriously.

"Ah, it's Junior Brother Chen. What a coincidence."

Chen Mo looked up to see a man in a gray robe, striding confidently, with Ye Lianxiang following behind, her eyes also fixed on the storage ring, but her arrogant and disdainful attitude was evident.

"Still not done?" Chen Mo muttered to himself, realizing that the princess had brought a lackey. He smiled calmly and ignored them.

"Here are a hundred Small Gathering Spirit Pills. Please exchange them for contribution points," Chen Mo politely said to the shopkeeper.

Ye Lianxiang picked up a jade bottle with a critical eye, poured out a Small Gathering Spirit Pill without permission, and examined it. The pill emitted a fragrant aroma, with subtle patterns on its surface, indicating high quality.

"Wow, these Small Gathering Spirit Pills are quite good. But did you steal them from somewhere?"

Ye Lianxiang, surprised, sarcastically questioned. She didn't believe that a country bumpkin could achieve such results in just a month. Even she had spent over a year to master this pill.

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