Chapter 245
The so-called items sold in the demonic faction's shop are nothing but the spoils of war taken from the righteous path!
Since they are spoils, there’s no problem acquiring materials for the Hunyuan Butian Dan (混元补天丹, a type of alchemical pill).
The question is, where did they come from? They were stolen.
To purchase materials from this shop, one needs fragments of righteous path cultivators, spirit crystals, and money.
For instance, a single set of materials for the Hunyuan Butian Dan requires twenty fragments of righteous path cultivators, two spirit crystals, and ten million in currency.
After killing Yuquan and Yuling, he had quite a few fragments from the two, each dropping around a hundred.
Combined with what he had before, he had just over two thousand fragments, allowing him to exchange for a hundred sets of materials.
If it weren’t for the lack of cultivator fragments, he could have continued trading.
After all, he still had over two hundred left in stock!
“It seems I’ll need to find some righteous path cultivators to kill in the future,” Chen Huai'an said, his narrowed eyes glinting with cold light.
“No way! Killing innocents is no different from the evil path! If we’re going to kill, it must be justified!” He quickly corrected his flawed thinking, clapping his hands and declaring, “Then let’s target the cultivators from Yaochi and the Burning Clean Holy Land, claiming they harmed my disciples and the disciples of my sect… As for the innocent cultivators from the Holy Land, well, they must just be too fated to cross paths with me.”
Chen Huai'an had come to a realization.
Humming a little tune, he tore through the void and returned to his small world.
As soon as he landed, he saw Elder Liu and Dan Bai standing atop the Luoxia Peak, one looking gloomy and the other anxious.
“Ancestor, you’re back?”
Elder Liu seemed to see a savior as he approached Chen Huai'an, saying awkwardly, “Ancestor, our Sword Pavilion doesn’t have any materials for the Hunyuan Butian Dan, not a single one… It’s not that the materials are particularly rare, but the spiritual energy in our Sword Pavilion is too low. Some spiritual herbs simply can’t survive in my herb garden. These herbs probably can only thrive in the three great Holy Lands.”
“Sigh, how prosperous the Sword Pavilion used to be! It’s my fault as the sect leader that it’s come to this.”
Su Qinian leaned against the Xuanwu Sword, forcing a bitter smile as he took another swig of his drink.
In reality, the spiritual energy throughout the entire Cangyun Realm was gradually thinning.
It wasn’t just the Sword Pavilion; other sects were also in decline.
Now, only the three great Holy Lands could barely hold on, and the spiritual energy they obtained was also drawn from these sects.
Faced with the worried expressions of everyone, as the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion, he had to step up at this moment!
The resources of the Sword Pavilion were scarce, the materials for the Hunyuan Butian Dan were hard to come by, and the pressure was immense…
He, Chen Huai'an, would shoulder it all!
With his back to the crowd, he suddenly felt the light was off; the sunlight was too glaring, so he simulated a setting sun in the small world.
The afterglow of the setting sun illuminated him, casting a tall silhouette behind him.
The crowd instinctively was drawn to that figure, holding their breath.
“It’s just materials for the Hunyuan Butian Dan…”
With a nonchalant chuckle, the crowd watched as the ancestor merely flicked his storage ring.
Then, a pile of white jade boxes fell to the ground with a “crackling” sound, releasing a fragrant aroma of herbs.
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Chapter 263: Wanting to Stay with the Master a Little Longer
“Ancestor, where did you get so many materials for the Hunyuan Butian Dan?”
Elder Liu’s expression grew more shocked with each jade box he opened.
“Mind your own business! Why don’t you ask why the rice the chicken eats turns into eggs?!”
Before Chen Huai'an could think of a proper response, Su Qinian shot back.
Elder Liu thought for a moment and realized he had a point.
Who cares where they came from? Even if the ancestor stole them from another sect, they could always compensate later.
No need to ask.
Dan Bai was also rummaging through the white jade boxes, categorizing the spiritual herbs while a hint of confusion appeared in her eyes.
The back of the jade boxes had peony patterns, which, if she remembered correctly, were the insignia of the Yaochi Medicine Hall.
Could it be that these materials for the Hunyuan Butian Dan were all obtained from the Yaochi Holy Land? The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Given the current spiritual energy environment in the Cangyun Realm, the materials needed for the Hunyuan Butian Dan could only survive in places with high concentrations of spiritual energy like the Holy Lands.
So why was the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion able to get these materials from Yaochi?
It was impossible to sneak in and steal; that Master Yuying wasn’t blind.
Could it be that the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion had a hidden identity related to Yaochi?
The thought sent chills down her spine!
“Senior, I’m still inexperienced and can’t guarantee a hundred percent success in refining the Hunyuan Butian Dan like my mother, so from a hundred sets of materials, I might only produce less than one-tenth… I need to mention this in advance, so please don’t hold it against me.” Dan Bai hesitated for a long time but finally mustered the courage to stand in front of Chen Huai'an and say this, forcing herself to meet his gaze.
She wanted to see how the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion would react to her words.
“One-tenth? That’s a pretty good success rate!” Chen Huai'an looked at the girl in front of him, surprised.
Initially, he had given many raw materials to the Sword Pavilion disciples, and the best success rate he had seen was only one in five, with some as low as one in a hundred. Those materials weren’t particularly precious, so even if they were wasted, it was bearable; compared to ten billion, it was just a drop in the bucket.
He had tried refining pills himself.
He thought it was just about mixing various spiritual herbs in proportion and using a pressure cooker to evaporate the moisture.
In the end, all he produced were dregs and toxic waste pills, none of which were usable.
“The Hunyuan Butian Dan is a divine pill; a one-tenth success rate is indeed impressive!” Elder Liu stroked his beard, shaking his head in amazement. “I thought I had some achievements in alchemy, but compared to true geniuses, I realize how laughable my thoughts were.”
The Sword Pavilion disciples cast envious and jealous glances.
That was the Hunyuan Butian Dan! If the success rate was one-tenth, wouldn’t other pills have a hundred percent success rate?!
Dan Bai felt a bit dazed by the gazes around her.
Oh no, she had forgotten that this was the Sword Pavilion.
She had heard that Sword Pavilion disciples specialized only in swordsmanship and were clueless about other matters, even unable to think like normal people.
Now that she saw it for herself, the rumors were true!
She should have said the success rate was only one percent…
Dan Bai gritted her teeth.
No time to worry about that; saving people was the priority. First, she needed to restore the dantians of the three direct disciples and the head of Lingxi Valley. After that, she would pretend to make continuous mistakes, claiming she couldn’t produce any more Hunyuan Butian Dans, and then see how this ancestor of the Sword Pavilion would react.
He had killed Yuling and Yuquan, but with Master Yuying’s ruthlessness, what methods wouldn’t she use?
If the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion truly had issues, discovering that she couldn’t produce more Hunyuan Butian Dans would surely expose him.
“If you can understand, that’s great. I’ll go refine the pills now.”
“How long will it take to refine a batch of Hunyuan Butian Dans?” Chen Huai'an asked.
“With a good alchemy furnace, it should take an hour. If the furnace isn’t good, it might take half a day.”
There was nothing to hide about this, and Dan Bai answered honestly.
“Alright, then wait a moment.” Chen Huai'an suddenly left the small world with a whoosh.
In less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, he returned, dragging the drowsy head of the Dan Sect, Zhou Xuanzai.
Jiangchi City wasn’t far from the Dan Sect, and even when Jiangchi City was under lockdown, there had been many disciples from the Dan Sect among the crowd.
Chen Huai'an thought the Dan Sect must have some good alchemy furnaces, right?
He wasn’t sure where they were, but it didn’t matter; he just needed to grab the sect leader. The good stuff would definitely be on this leader.
“Hey? Where am I? Am I dreaming?”
“Zhou Xuanzai, the alchemy furnaces in my Sword Pavilion are still too ordinary. I need to borrow yours for a bit.” Chen Huai'an shook the dazed Zhou Xuanzai.
“Who?! So bold, no way! Borrowing my alchemy furnace in a dream? Are you crazy?” Zhou Xuanzai instinctively looked up, and the anger on his face vanished in an instant. “Ah, haha, it’s Senior Chen! My apologies!”
“I want to borrow your alchemy furnace. Is that a problem?”
Chen Huai'an raised an eyebrow.
“Of course not! Absolutely fine! Just let me down first.”
Chen Huai'an set Zhou Xuanzai down, and Zhou Xuanzai pulled out a dozen alchemy furnaces, placing them in front of everyone, ingratiatingly saying, “Chen Sword Master, these are my best alchemy furnaces. Feel free to choose any you like; you can take them all. Uh, just leave one for me… I still need to refine pills, right?”
Chen Huai'an looked at Zhou Xuanzai suspiciously.
This sect leader of the Dan Sect hadn’t been so obsequious before.
What happened? Did his brain overheat?
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