Chapter 43

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Zhou Feng was so excited that he danced around, and this was the crux of the problem. His snake demon's inner core was potent enough, but the issue was that he focused too much on maintaining the demon's power and neglected to purge the evil qi. The best way to purge the evil qi while maintaining yin energy was to supplement with gravitational force. Snow Ginseng, a versatile tonic, was undoubtedly the best choice. The ingredients were common, but the method was the key to success!

Zhou Feng burst into the alchemy room with a mad laugh, startling the disciples outside. The furnace fire soon roared to life.

Don't be fooled by Elder Zhou's usual gentle demeanor; he was the most irritable when refining pills. Even the founding master would be ignored, and anyone who disturbed him was foolish. Once, someone from the Zhao family came to find him, unaware of the rules, and was immediately driven away. Zhou Feng declared he never wanted to see anyone from the Zhao family again, and it took the founding master's intervention to calm things down.

Everyone watched carefully, for three days and nights. With a deafening explosion, Zhou Feng, covered in ash, let out a howl that woke up half the main hall.

"I succeeded, I succeeded~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

For Hu Jing and Zhang Xiaojiang, the Fundamental Cultivation Pill was like a timely rain.

Cultivators generally have the easiest time advancing to the Life Mark stage before the age of thirty. Once they pass thirty, they focus on perfecting their techniques, and the breakthrough to Life Mark becomes slow. Therefore, many cultivators determine their success early in their careers. During the easiest time to break through to Life Mark, those with resources will advance rapidly, while those without will waste time on other matters.

Hu Jing and Zhang Xiaojiang both had good aptitudes. With the help of the Fundamental Cultivation Pill and guidance from the two elders, they made progress every day.

Wang Meng, on the other hand, continued to practice the Cultivation of Primordial Energy and the Explosion Induction Technique. His Life Mark level had risen to the seventh layer. While strength was something others might endlessly crave, for Wang Meng, the process and the world were the most important. [High-speed text first release station]

Wang Meng cleared out various techniques and talismans from the Holy Hall, and with over a thousand contributions, he could indeed exchange for many low-level spells.

There were sword cultivators, body cultivators, bow cultivators, and all types. Wang Meng liked to sit and lower his head, with Lingxi squatting beside him, flipping through the talismans one by one. Occasionally, he would add some commentary, distinguishing between holy and evil cultivation. Sometimes he would gain insights, as he was a rookie on this new path, a unique rookie.

The realm of holy cultivation, even for someone with a divine essence, had to be accumulated bit by bit. To be honest, it was a completely different field. Although the paths might converge, only reaching the end would reveal the truth, and this path allowed no room for deceit.

"Xiao Ben, go get me some water."

Lingxi stood up. It watched over its three acres of land every day, knowing that what grew there was its food.

"Elder Zhou, this is where Senior Brother Wang lives," Ma Tian'er said.

Zhou Feng stared at the thatched cottage in front of him, stunned. ... Is this a joke?

A disciple who completed the task of the two-headed thunder python actually lived in such a shabby place and had to cultivate a spirit field???

"Senior Brother Wang."

"Hey, isn't this Little Sweet? What's up? Is the reward ready? I'm a bit short on funds these days."

Wang Meng smiled. He was indeed short on funds. Medium-grade spirit stones didn't last long, and the contributions were only enough to buy some low-level techniques. The higher-level ones were much more expensive.

"Senior Brother Wang, it's Elder Zhou who came to issue the sect hall tasks. This is a great opportunity!"

Ma Tian'er blinked, revealing a pair of cute little tiger teeth.

"Elder Zhou?" Wang Meng thought for a moment, "I don't know him."

Ma Tian'er was a bit anxious, "The Elder Zhou who issued the two-headed thunder python task. He's the second-in-command in alchemy and the future successor to Ancestor Zhou."

"Oh, the alchemy elder. He's here to deliver the task reward, right? That's great. Where is he?"

Ma Tian'er was taken aback. Senior Brother Wang was usually so sharp, but why was he so confused now? Elder Zhou coming in person was a huge opportunity.

"He's at your place."

"Ah, that's great, such attentive service." Wang Meng stood up, brushed the dirt off his buttocks, and gathered the talismans scattered on the ground, stuffing them back into his spatial bag.

"Xiao Ben, watch the field, don't be lazy."

Lingxi nodded.

Wang Meng, carrying a hoe, followed Ma Tian'er back to his residence. When he opened the door, both were surprised by each other's appearances.

In Wang Meng's impression, anyone with a bit of status in the Holy Hall would prioritize looking impressive. But this Elder Zhou was dressed rather plainly, looking a bit unkempt.

Zhou Feng was even more surprised. The disciple who completed the two-headed thunder python task, and according to Ma Tian'er, the fish scale grass and snow ginseng were also placed by him. If it was a coincidence, what about the quantity?

Neither the fish scale grass nor the snow ginseng could be too much or too little.

But... such a genius looked like a farmer.

"Elder Zhou, I've heard much about you, it's an honor to have you here." Wang Meng smiled warmly.

Ma Tian'er smiled, "Elder Zhou, Senior Brother Wang, take your time. I'll be going now."

"Go ahead, come back to the main hall often." Zhou Feng smiled. This girl was interesting, coming all the way here.

"Wang Meng, right? Cultivators have no status differences, the capable lead the way. I have some questions for you."

Zhou Feng said.

Wang Meng put down the hoe, sat on a chair, and stretched out his hand, wiggling his fingers, "Elder Zhou, shouldn't we settle the account first? You know, as a disciple, it's hard. I almost lost my life for that snake demon."

"Oh, look at me, I forgot. What do you want?"

Wang Meng thought, a hundred or eighty spirit stones would be nice, but he didn't want to be too greedy.

"Preferably spirit stones, but contributions will do if there are no spirit stones."

Zhou Feng patted his spatial bag... it was full of various herbs and alchemy formulas, but no spirit stones. In the Holy Hall, he always got what he wanted, so he never thought about these mundane things.

"Sorry, I didn't bring any today. I'll make it up next time. It's fifteen medium-grade spirit stones, or one thousand five hundred contributions."

Wang Meng nodded, "That's fine."

Given the Holy Hall's reputation for valuing face, they wouldn't default on their debts.

"Why did you put fish scale grass and snow ginseng in the inner core?" Zhou Feng asked eagerly. Since the success of the Spirit Void Pill, Zhou Feng had no time to savor the joy, instead, he spent the whole night thinking. All the questions seemed to hinge on this seemingly insignificant change. Why did he do it? He couldn't figure it out, so Zhou Feng left the main hall, which he had never left before.

Wang Meng smiled and held up one finger.

Zhou Feng stroked his stubble, "What does that mean?"

"Elder, you know, these are secrets passed down from our ancestors. But the Holy Hall has taught me, so I can't keep them to myself. But there must be a price. One question, one medium-grade spirit stone."

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