[Chapter 385: Necessary Items for the Schemer]
The Magic Grass is a poisonous grass, but it is the main ingredient for refining a magic pill called Magic Pill. The effect of this pill is a must-have for Yin-Yang people.
The effect is the same as the name. After being poisoned, it can make people hallucinate, lose their thinking consciousness unconsciously, fall into their deepest desires, and completely lose their minds. At that time, they will not recognize their relatives. If there are people around them, they may kill their own people.
There is no need to take the Magic Pill. Just use the true energy to activate the explosion. Anyone who smells it within a hundred meters will be affected.
Anyway, it is a superior pill for Yin-Yang people. There is no grade. The effect depends on the age of the spiritual medicine.
The older the main medicine Magic Grass is, the greater the effect of the Magic Pill refined, and vice versa.
Without changing his expression, he asked Qian Jue: “What is that black one?”
He was not sure whether Qian Jue knew it.
“It’s a weed. A few plants will grow every few months. It’s very fishy. It makes people uneasy when they smell it. I asked people to pull them all out, but it seems that if the roots are not removed, they will grow again later.” Qian Jue answered.
Yang Yiyu rolled his eyes. Although the Magic Grass was a poisonous grass, it was also a rare spiritual medicine. It
was actually pulled out by Qian Jue.
However, he did not intend to explain anything to Qian Jue. He took a deep breath and said, “I will take the Qian Jue clover first~” Qian Jue did not know the Nine-turn Resurrection Grass, so he called it clover or three-leaf flower.
“Master, please pick the one you like. I will arrange for people to dig out the rest and send it to Master.” Qian Jue said generously.
Yang Yiyu nodded and did not hesitate. He jumped into the small garden and carefully dug out the Nine-turn Resurrection Grass, and then dug out the Magic Grass next to it. After chatting with Qian Jue for a few words, he flew up and left Qian Jue Peak on the pretext of going back to plant.
In mid-air, he moved his mind and planted the Nine-turn Resurrection Grass and Magic Grass into the space of the Qiankun Pot.
In fact, Yang Yiyu just checked and found that the Magic Grass was the companion grass of the Nine-turn Resurrection Grass.
It’s no wonder that Qian Jue would grow after digging it up. As long as the Nine-turn Resurrection Grass is not dead, the Magic Grass will continue to grow.
He thought evilly in his heart that he would refine the Magic Pill after returning. In the future, when he met a master or a group fight, he would come to ambush people. The effect would definitely be amazing.
In the following days, many innates of Wudang visited Yang Yiyu one after another. In fact, they just wanted to get a word or two from Yang Yiyu, hoping to improve their cultivation.
Didn’t you see that Qian Jue and Chen Fengzi were examples?
But for Yang Yiyu, that was impossible. Qian Jue and Chen Fengzi were exceptions. He didn’t have the magical power to really make people break through with just one word.
For two consecutive days, Yang Yiyu received a lot of natural treasures, but he didn’t give them anything in return, which made him quite embarrassed.
So the next night he refined pills overnight and refined three furnaces of body-quenching pills. This pill is very practical for ancient warriors, and it doesn’t cost much spiritual medicine for him. There are thirty-six pills in total.
He refined two more furnaces of Pei Yuan Dan, with 24 pills, and two furnaces of Ju Qi Dan. It was a good choice to keep one furnace for himself and give the rest to others. It was a low cost and he could return everyone’s gifts, which would give him a good reputation.
As a result, on the third day, after the pills were given out, more people came. Those who had come once came to mix pills, and those who had come for the second and third time also came to hear about it. Of course, everyone did not come empty-handed, but had good things in their hands.
This made Yang rich. He now felt like a nouveau riche.
For five consecutive days, he received as many as five or six hundred pieces of natural treasures.
On the sixth day, there were finally fewer people coming. Yang Yiyu estimated that he had squeezed the pockets of everyone in Wudang clean.
But to be honest, he did not deliberately ask for natural treasures. Everyone who came to visit said, “I am honoring my master.”
Yang Yiyu was moved, but also felt guilty. The reward was too great.
So in order to make himself feel at ease, he refined several more furnaces of elixirs, but compared with the natural treasures he received, the elixirs he sent out were just a drop in the bucket.
Yang Yiyun spent six days very comfortably, drinking spirit wine and tea every day, receiving gifts of natural treasures, and occasionally giving advice on Yuan Xiaolei’s cultivation, which was very carefree.
Speaking of Yuan Xiaolei’s cultivation, it really made Yang Yiyun look at him with new eyes.
This kid has a photographic memory. He recited the inheritance written in the small book by heart in less than an hour, and burned the small book in front of Yang Yiyun.
Then on the first day, he cultivated the Yuan Shenjing to the first level, showing his extraordinary mental strength.
On the second day, he succeeded in drawing in Qi, and on the third day, he reached the first level of Qi Refining.
By the fourth and fifth days, he had mastered the basic knowledge of alchemy. Yang Yiyun tested and guided him on the theory of alchemy, and there was no problem at all, so he could refine the body-tempering pill.
On the sixth day, he could recite the Fire Separation Art by heart and understood the essence of the transformation of the true fire. Now, as long as he cultivated the true fire to the third level of the Qi Refining Stage, he could make pills.
Yang Yiyu taught Yuan Xiaolei everything he could, and met all the twenty-eight innates of Wudang one by one, giving them pills as gifts.
Calculating the time, the Chinese New Year would be in three days, and Yang Yiyu was ready to leave.
Before leaving, everyone in Wudang loved and hated Yang Yiyu, hoping that he would leave soon, but also not wanting him to leave.
In a very contradictory mood, everyone still sent Yang Yiyu away.
The hatred was because Yang Yiyu’s existence made Wudang disciples secretly exchange the good things at home for pills for him.
The result was that everyone’s pockets were empty.
The love was because the pills that Yang Yiyu gave or exchanged with everyone were indeed very useful to everyone, and everyone’s cultivation was improved.
Baishan was the only one who did not have such a conflicting feeling towards Yang Yiyun and only hoped that he would leave as soon as possible.
For Baishan, these six days were like purgatory.
Whenever Yang Yiyun saw something good, he would tell him and ask him to find a way to get it.
The final result was that Baishan offended many innates of Wudang and was beaten a lot before Yang Yiyun was satisfied.
The most miserable thing was that when Yang Yiyun was leaving, he specifically asked Baishan to send him off.
After leaving the Wudang Mountain Gate, Yang Yiyun said goodbye to Qian Jue and others, smiled at Baishan and said: “Baishan, go and send me to the headquarters. I have something to tell you.”
Baishan hid behind the crowd and heard Yang Yiyun’s last words, and his whole body trembled. These days, every time Yang Yiyun came to him, he would say this: Baishan, come here, I have something to tell you, and always tell him that I want that, you go get it for me.
So this sentence has become Baishan’s curse.
Baishan forced out a smile that was uglier than crying and said hesitantly: “Grandmaster, I remembered that I have something important to do. I will send you here. I wish you a safe journey~”
How could Yang Yiyu not know what Baishan was thinking? He had been deliberately making things difficult for Baishan these days just to tease him.
He laughed and said: “I refined a new elixir last night. I was going to give you one. Since you have something to do, forget it~”
After saying that, Yang Yiyu turned and left.
Baishan, who was hiding behind the crowd, was stunned when he heard it. After reacting, he shouted: “Grandmaster, I’m here. Wait for me. I don’t have anything important to do. The important thing is to send you off. Grandmaster Baishan is reluctant to let you go.”
Everyone was amused by Baishan. In fact, Baishan had been looking for things from this and that these days. Everyone knew that Yang Yiyu was deliberately making things difficult for Baishan, because Baishan did not tell Yang Yiyu the truth when he invited him to Wudang. Wudang has a total of 28 innates.
From a certain perspective, it was Baishan who deceived Yang Yiyun. Everyone understood Yang Yiyun’s heart, he just wanted to vent his anger, so when Baishan asked everyone for things, everyone deliberately made things difficult, just to cooperate with Yang Yiyun. If he
really wanted something, as long as Yang Yiyun said, I want white bear skin and sandalwood, would everyone not give it?
Even the thousand-year-old spiritual medicine was given, why would he be reluctant to give up the white bear skin and sandalwood?
So Baishan’s hardship was everyone’s cooperation to vent Yang Yiyun’s anger.
After all, Wudang cheated Yang Yiyun in principle, but the result was unexpected.
Yang Yiyun walked in front of Beishan with two large bags of things in his hands, one bag of sandalwood, and the other bag of ten white bear skins, following behind him.
This was the result of his asking Yang Yiyun for these days, and it can be said that he suffered a lot of beatings.
Yang Yiyun accepted Qianjue’s medicine garden, nominally refining the elixir, but in fact, all of it was relieved in the Qiankun Pot space.
The materials for the real elixir were all his previous stocks.
Only yesterday when Wansheng was about to leave, Yang Yiyun refined a furnace of magic pills, a total of six pills.
There is also a furnace of foundation-building pills for the disciples of Yunmen, and the last furnace is the third-level golden pill, which he takes himself, with nine pills, and he is going to give one to Baishan.
He has been difficult for him these days, but he promised to give him a hundred kilograms of sandalwood and ten white bear skins, and other things are all ready.
Yang Yiyun’s anger towards Baishan has also subsided, and he gave him a third-level golden pill as a reward for his hard work these days.
After walking a few hundred meters, Yang Yiyun stopped and said, “Okay, I’ll send it here. Remember to tell me the truth in the future. Give this pill back to retreat and take it. You have good potential, and you can improve your cultivation by at least two levels.”
After saying that, he threw it to Baishan, took the two bags of things, and flew away directly. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from Baishan’s sight, and then tightened the things in the Qiankun pot space. Yang Yiyun was very careful about his Qiankun pot space and would not let others see it.
Bai Shan looked at Yang Yiyu’s disappearing figure, holding the pill in his hand, and said with a flushed face: “Thank you, Master~”
He knew that this was Yang Yiyu’s forgiveness, which was more important to him than the pill.
(End of this chapter)
