Chapter 82

Truly, it's even more genuine than that damn top-grade spirit stone!

Fourth-grade alchemy fire, damn, how long has it been, has it been two months???

This kid is clearly not yet at the fifteenth level of primordial energy, yet he can cultivate fourth-grade alchemy fire. In the hundreds of years of the Holy Hall's history, no one like this has ever appeared!

Genius, pfft, pfft, how can such a common term match him.

Wang Meng looked at Zhou Feng and hurriedly hid the wine flask in his arms, "I've already drunk it, you can't take it back. I'm just at this level, you'll have to make do. Besides, we're men, how can we be petty like women?"

Zhou Feng rubbed his face and adjusted his stiff expression, "You eat first, I need to take care of something."

Elder Zhou closed the door and walked to the nearby outhouse, shaking his fist fiercely, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"

A silent shout, Zhou Feng's face turned red. Elder Zhou also had a touch of youthful exuberance. That woman Lu Yun thought she had found a treasure, but compared to this one, it's just street market goods!

Zhou Feng knew this kid was quite a tough opponent and absolutely couldn't let him get complacent. The more he belittled him, the more motivated he seemed. It took a great effort to calm down.

When he returned, Wang Meng's first words were, "Old Zhou, are you constipated? As an alchemy cultivator, you should take care of yourself."

Zhou Feng almost choked to death. This little ingrate, eating and drinking his food and still offering sarcasm.

"Cough, cough, what pills did you refine, where are they?"

"I sent them to the Thunderlight Pavilion, to participate in the Hundred Treasures Hall meeting. Everyone in the Thunderlight Pavilion is involved. Don't worry, even if others see them, they won't embarrass you."

"Oh, are you sure those pills were all refined successfully?"

"Pretty much. I followed the requirements on your bamboo slips, they all meet the standards. Some are from our Holy Hall, and some are from the previous senior who forced me to memorize them. I just did it casually, I'm not an alchemy cultivator, it's all about participation."

Wang Meng's attitude was incredibly "upright."

"Ha ha, very good, very good. Although your casual attitude is a big issue for alchemy cultivators, you haven't slacked off during this time. This is a reward for you."

Zhou Feng took out a jade bottle filled with abundant primordial energy from his spatial bag.

Wang Meng's eyes immediately sparkled. With wine, you look at the ingredients first, then the age. Most so-called fine wines are just ordinary mortal wines, but this bottle is clearly different. This is probably made from spirit fruits, and it's quite valuable.

Back in the day, Mo Shan had this one hobby, but he couldn't get his hands on it.

Zhou Feng took a step back, "This wine isn't just given to you, it's the exclusive drink for our Sword Deity, Jade Nectar. I put a lot of effort into making it. At the Hundred Treasures Hall meeting, that woman Lu Yun will definitely find fault with me. When it's time for you to step in, you can't back down!"

Wang Meng snatched the wine, "Don't worry, when have I ever backed down? But... I'll only step in, nothing else."

Saying that, he ran off like a flying arrow. This is good stuff!

This spirit fruit wine, in a certain sense, is similar to spirit stones, but its significance is completely different. It's quite valuable, and the key is that it's hard to come by.

Zhou Feng wasn't exaggerating. The Jade Nectar is indeed brewed for the Sword Deity and a few other seniors who enjoy it. Occasionally, it's also given as a reward to some outstanding elders, but it's hard to get.

Zhou Feng really put in a lot of effort, bit by bit luring Wang Meng into "degeneration." He didn't believe that a hardworking sword cultivator could resist.

Unlike Zhou Feng's relaxed mood, Lei Feng's days were tough. Recently, the Demon Heart Sect and the Overlord Paradise seemed to be brewing something, and the content was mainly aimed at the younger generation. So at this Hundred Treasures Hall meeting, the senior disciples also needed to pay attention to their disciples' situations, show their faces, and give them some encouragement.

But... thinking of the Thunderlight Pavilion's bunch of no-hopers and that brat Wu Fatian's face, Lei Feng's anger couldn't be contained.

He could only hide by going into seclusion, but with this state of mind, how could he possibly seclude himself? Isn't this just asking for a mental breakdown?

No matter what, he came from the Thunderlight Pavilion. Even if his bones were broken, they were still connected. Moreover, the decline of the Thunderlight Pavilion was partly due to his personality, not being good at teaching disciples.

So, under the guise of seclusion, Lei Feng secretly slipped out.

The situation of the Thunderlight Pavilion indeed made this senior a bit embarrassed. Admittedly, these kids' skills were terrible, but each one worked so hard. If he had put more effort in the past, at least the physical cultivators wouldn't have become like this.

Lei Feng was a bit nostalgic. When he first started cultivating, he relied on his passion and willingness to fight. If it weren't for his good luck and meeting that benefactor, he might have been buried long ago, and there wouldn't be the current Lei Feng. But after becoming a senior, he seemed to forget those old days.

For Lei Feng, alchemy, swords, and bows weren't his thing. He only cared about physical cultivation, and his only interest was in forging, even though he hadn't done it for many years.

Forging has its limits. For top-level physical cultivators, forging good weapons is no longer about primordial energy but about the realm.

The higher your realm, the better the weapon you can forge. Since Lei Feng reached the small completion, his realm hasn't moved, so his forging level remains the same. At most, some are a bit better, some a bit worse, but there's no difference to him.

The usually quiet weapon pavilion had been taken over by the physical cultivators. Hearing that a senior might come, everyone was busy. If they had talent and were discovered by the senior, they could rise to prominence. After all, Grandmaster Lei is one of their own, he wouldn't help outsiders.

So recently, the Thunderlight Pavilion's demand for minerals was extremely high. Although it was thought that Thunderlight Pavilion disciples were poor, they were actually the best at managing their lives, with savings and a much stronger ability to endure hardship than others. The Holy Hall had its own mines, and digging was something other disciples would only do if absolutely necessary, but Thunderlight Pavilion disciples were willing to do it.

Any task, especially for physical cultivators, could be submitted for Holy Hall contributions and bought at an 80% discount. Why not do it?

The weapon shop was filled with the sound of hammering, bustling with activity, but Lei Feng's face grew darker and darker.

"Are you forging a knife? It looks like a burden for cutting vegetables!" Lei Feng couldn't stand it anymore. This wasn't forging, it was a waste. He was shocked to see how bad the Thunderlight Pavilion had become. What was Wang Bo, that little brat, doing?

"Senior Brother, what do you know? A knife should be dominant and impressive!"

"Who told you that!" Lei Feng rarely took the role of a teacher.

"Go play somewhere else, we're busy!"

Unfortunately, everyone was in high spirits, and no one paid him any attention.

In the branch hall, those who were too old were usually those who couldn't make it outside and came back to the Holy Hall to retire or work part-time, so they were more relaxed.

Lei Feng was blocked and sighed. Why was he being so serious?

After a round, he could only say that their enthusiasm was high, but their skills... were terrible.

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