[Chapter 382: Rich Man, Let’s Be Friends]
Yang Yiyun looked at the tributes from Qian Jue and the other two, and he really felt that he was a poor man.
It was also the first time that he felt what the heritage of the ancient sect was.
The tributes from the three people made Yang Yiyun drool.
He really couldn’t figure out how they had these things in their hands?
Logically, these things should not exist on Earth, and most of them should be in the world of cultivation. He had seen records in the cultivation canon taught by his master, and he had never thought that there would be on Earth before.
Today is a broadening of my horizons.
I also saw that there might be another side of the Earth that I didn’t know.
Qian Jue took out a purple thunder fruit and a pot of wine. It was not an ordinary wine, but a spiritual wine that exuded bursts of spiritual energy. In Qian Jue’s words, it was brewed with various spiritual medicines and fruits.
Chen Fengzi took out a 500-year-old ginseng and called it a medicinal wine for his master.
If he really took a thousand-year-old ginseng to make medicinal wine, Yang Yiyun’s brain would be filled with water, because this is the main medicine for refining the Qi Gathering Pill.
However, he saw Chen Fengzi’s expression as if he had done this before, and couldn’t help asking: “Chen Feng, you didn’t really soak hundreds of years old ginseng in medicinal wine?”
Chen Fengzi nodded very smoothly: “Yes, I soaked medicinal wine with an eight hundred years old ginseng five years ago. It will be ready to drink in a month. I will send some to Master then.”
“What?” Yang Yiyu wanted to slap Chen Fengzi to death at this moment.
In the eyes of the alchemists, Chen Fengzi was a typical waste of talent.
Ming Jue on the side said awkwardly: “Ahem, Master, in fact, most of us have done this, but we really can’t make good pills. It’s better to soak it in medicinal wine directly. Drinking it can also increase the true essence in the body.”
“A bunch of bumpkins~” Yang Yiyu’s heart was bleeding.
After that, he looked at the three people and said, “Give me any spiritual medicines and spiritual fruits you have. I promise to give each of you one, oh no, two Qi Gathering Pills.” As he spoke,
Yang Yiyu took out a Qi Gathering Pill. This is a real pill. Although it is the worst pill in the master’s mouth, it is effective for both the Qi Refining Stage and the Foundation Building Stage, and it will be even more effective for ancient warriors.
Today, the three of them are considered innate masters, but they have never seen a real pill.
Yang Yiyu took out the Qi Gathering Pill, and the three of them felt the extraordinaryness of the Qi Gathering Pill. Before taking it, they could feel that the spiritual energy emitted by the pill was very huge. If they took one, it would be worth at least half a year of hard training.
Not to mention exchanging two with spiritual medicine, even exchanging one is worthwhile.
Suddenly, the eyes of the three people turned green.
Especially Ming Jue, Qian Jue broke through to the seventh level of the innate, and Chen Fengzi broke through six small realms in one breath with the help of Yang Yiyu.
Only his cultivation did not move at all.
As soon as Yang Yiyun took out the Qi Gathering Pill, Ming Jue’s mind became active. He quickly took out a small wooden box from his arms and said, “Master, can I exchange your pill with a three-thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum?”
Hearing Ming Jue exchange a three-year-old Polygonum multiflorum for a Qi Gathering Pill, Yang Yiyun was stunned. Wow, a three-thousand-year-old spiritual medicine, let alone exchanging one, even exchanging a furnace would be a great bargain. The Qi
Gathering Pill can be made with spiritual medicine that has been refined for hundreds of years. The Qi Gathering Pill is the lowest grade of the elixir – the first-grade elixir.
Among the grades of elixirs, the first grade is the lowest and the ninth grade is the highest. The first-grade elixir uses a hundred-year-old spiritual medicine, and the first-grade elixir is made from a three-hundred-year-old one, that is, the first-grade lower-grade elixir is made from a three- to six-hundred-year-old one, and the first-grade upper-grade elixir is made from a six-hundred-year-old one or less.
In Yang Yiyun’s cognition, spiritual medicines that are thousands of years old on Earth are precious spiritual medicines, and those that are three thousand years old are rare.
Now Ming Jue actually took out a three-year-old Polygonum multiflorum. These ancient warriors from the ancient sects made Yang Yiyun look at them with new eyes.
Three thousand-year-old spiritual medicine can be refined into a third-grade elixir. Yang Yiyun was excited just thinking about it.
When Ming Jue saw that Yang Yiyun didn’t say anything, he thought he was not happy, and quickly added: “Grandmaster, I know that it is really greedy to exchange this Polygonum multiflorum for your elixir. I will exchange it for a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum at home and send it to Grandmaster. Please exchange this elixir for me. Please have mercy. I have been stuck in this bottleneck for more than five years~”
Ming Jue looked pitiful, afraid that Yang Yiyun would say no.
He really wanted to break through too much. Seeing that Qian Jue was at the seventh level of the innate realm, Chen Fengzi had also reached the middle stage of the sixth level of the innate realm and had the same cultivation as him, and seeing that Chen Fengzi’s cultivation was faster than his own medicine exchange, Ming Jue felt uncomfortable and full of lumps.
The Qi-gathering Pill that Yang Yiyun brought out was the light in the endless darkness for Ming Jue. As a Wudang disciple, he had also seen the pills refined by Wudang predecessors. Compared with Yang Yiyun’s pills, they were not pills at all. The pills in Yang Yiyun’s hand were the real pills. Ming
Jue felt that if he took one, he would definitely be able to break through, and at the very least he could reach the peak of the sixth level of the innate realm.
So Ming Jue was quite obsessed with the pills in Yang Yiyun’s hand . He
had no choice but to rob them from Yang Yiyun.
Although the Polygonum multiflorum in his hand was three thousand years old, he would swallow it directly or soak it in medicinal wine. This barbaric way of taking spiritual medicine could only produce limited effects.
However, the pills were the essence of spiritual medicines, and after dozens of kinds of medicines were fused together, the medicinal effects produced were not the effect of one plus one equals two.
Yang Yiyun was stunned again when he saw Ming Jue, whose eyes were green. He wanted to laugh, but he didn’t expect that he hesitated for a moment, and Ming Jue took another thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum.
At this time, Yang Yiyu wanted to shout to Ming Jue, “Rich man, let’s be friends!”
A thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum can be used as a prize. At the Wuxian Dojo, he, Ding Yang, the Earth Core Ancestor, and the monsters almost lost their lives for a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum.
Ming Jue said lightly that it was a three-thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum, and he even used a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum as a prize.
People are so annoying when they compare
themselves to others. Yang Yiyu felt like a beggar in front of these people.
But after thinking about it carefully, he was relieved. When Wuxian arrived, they all robbed the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. Basically, they were at the first level of innateness, and the highest was at the second level.
This is the same as making money in the secular world. The stronger the ability, the more money you can make.
The same applies to ancient warriors. The stronger the strength, the greater the reward.
Qian Jue and Ming Jue are both at the sixth or seventh level of innateness. It is not surprising that they have three thousand-year-old spiritual medicines in their hands.
Seeing Ming Jue’s expectant face, Yang Yiyu pretended to be reserved and coughed softly, “Ming Jue, although you and Baishan tried to trick me when I first came to Wudang, I don’t have many advantages, but I’m magnanimous and I won’t bother with you. Since you’re wholeheartedly committed to alchemy, I’ll give it up and exchange it with you. I
really wouldn’t exchange it with an ordinary person. After all, I don’t have many Qi Gathering Pills left. This kind of pill is a real pill. Look, there is not a single impurity. It’s full of pure spiritual energy, and it improves all aspects of the body after taking it. It’s really top-grade. How about
this, since you call me Grandmaster, you are also my junior, and I’ll give you another Qi Gathering Pill as a gift. Take it.”
As he spoke, Yang Yiyu reached into his pocket and took out another Qi Gathering Pill from the Qiankun Pot. He handed the two Qi Gathering Pills to Ming Jue.
Ming Jue’s eyes were filled with tears. He trembled as he took out two Qi-Gathering Pills. He handed Polygonum multiflorum to Yang Yiyu with one hand and said happily, “Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master. It is a great favor that Ming Jue will never forget. Please wait for a moment. I will go and get you the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum.”
After saying that, he ran out in a flash.
Yang Yiyu was stunned, but he was very happy in his heart. He secretly said, “The elixir for refining the foundation-building pill is now available. It is a great blessing for ginseng to doze off and someone will give you a pillow. Moreover, the other party is very grateful. Brother, I am also a great man~”
Of course, the foundation-building pill Yang Yiyu mentioned was made from the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum that Ming Jue took. As for Polygonum multiflorum, he could refine the third-grade pill, which was just right for his current cultivation and the most effective pill.
After Ming Jue left, Qian Jue and Chen Fengzi came up with a smile.
Qian Jue forced a smile and said, “Grandmaster, these things in my hand are just for you to taste. I think there is a spiritual medicine in my medicine garden that is not as old as the Polygonum multiflorum. It has a huge spiritual energy, three red leaves, and three white flowers. I just don’t know what kind of spiritual medicine it is. Can you come and have a look tomorrow?”
After hearing Qian Jue’s story, Yang Yiyu suddenly thought of a very rare spiritual medicine in the spiritual medicine book. He couldn’t help but tremble all over and blurted out, “Nine-turn Resurrection Grass?”
(End of this chapter)
