The clever girl with two pigtails inside stopped what she was doing and came out when she heard the voice.
"Grandpa, who should I get the blood-clotting grass for?"
He asked aloud, feeling extremely surprised.
Blood-clotting grass, isn't that the thing used to make blood pills
In Ice City, who still refines blood elixirs now
In addition to being eaten by some bloodthirsty monsters, some monks who practiced magic also ate it themselves.
Could it be a demon cultivator
Thinking of this, the little girl frowned and looked outside the door. Seeing that it was Zhou Yu, she couldn't help but ask:
"Is that you?"
Zhou Yu was stunned for a moment, "Have we met before?"
He didn't know where he had seen this girl.
She looks only about eleven or twelve years old, much younger than him.
But her appearance is quirky yet cute.
Very short body.
A typical little loli.
Such people are still easy to remember.
However, Zhou Yu had no impression of it, obviously he had never seen it.
"I saw you fighting the Skyfire Mercenaries. Are you a demon cultivator?"
The little girl spoke bluntly.
Now, she has even less favorable impression towards Zhou Yu.
No wonder he is so powerful, I didn’t expect he is a demon cultivator!
Without waiting for Zhou Yu to answer, she snorted coldly, "Go away, we won't sell herbs to demon cultivators."
Zhou Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't say anything, so how did he become a demon cultivator
At this time, the white-bearded old man also smiled helplessly and pulled the little girl back, "My dear Zhou, don't be so harsh on my granddaughter. She has no bad intentions."
"Bai Ling, go get the blood-clotting grass." The white-bearded old man said to the little girl.
Bai Ling crossed her arms and pouted when she heard that. "I won't go. He is a demon cultivator."
The white-bearded old man glared at Bai Ling and said, "Girl, who told you that Mr. Zhou is a demon cultivator? Mr. Zhou is an upright sword cultivator. Have you ever seen a demon cultivator who cultivates swords?"
Bai Ling was stunned when she heard this, and looked at Zhou Yu again, "Sword cultivator?"
Her eyes suddenly lit up, she ran to Zhou Yu, grabbed his hand and asked, "Are you really a swordsman?"
Zhou Yu was a little confused.
He didn't expect that the white-bearded old man could tell at a glance that he was a swordsman.
Even though he was carrying the Chilian Heavy Sword, that didn't mean he was a swordsman, right
Most of the weapons used by monks are swords.
How did he figure that out
Zhou Yu was confused, thinking that this old man with white beard might not be a simple person.
He smiled. Since he had been seen through, there was no need to hide it any longer. He nodded and admitted, "I am a swordsman."
When Bai Ling heard Zhou Yu's answer, her attitude immediately took a 360-degree turn.
"Brother Zhou, wait a moment. I'll get you some blood-clotting grass!"
Having said that, Bai Ling hurried back to the backyard of the pharmacy to look for herbs.
Zhou Yu didn't understand why Bai Ling's behavior was so different before and after.
She looked dislikeful of him before, but after knowing that he was a swordsman, she became extremely enthusiastic.
It was as if he had helped Bai Ling in some way.
The white-bearded old man smiled bitterly and explained:
"Bai Ling is my granddaughter. She is fifteen this year. Two years ago, when she was with her parents, she encountered several demon cultivators. At that time, a powerful sword cultivator appeared and saved them. Since then, Bai Ling has admired sword cultivators very much. But unfortunately, her parents were already seriously poisoned. They went out to Taichu Sect to seek medicine, but they died before they arrived at Taichu Sect."
Zhou Yu then understood what was going on.
I didn’t expect Bai Ling to be fifteen years old.
Come to think of it, he is not much older than Bai Ling.
It’s just a pity that both his parents are dead.
It also made Zhou Yu feel a sense of sympathy.
But Bai Ling is better off than him, at least she has a grandfather.
"My dear Zhou, if you don't mind, you may as well come in and sit down. If anyone from the Skyfire Mercenary Group comes to trouble you, I can help stop them. I can see that Bai Ling likes you very much."
The white-bearded old man spoke.
Zhou Yu was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the white-bearded old man would say that he could stop the people from the Skyfire Mercenary Group.
He is indeed not simple.
I think his cultivation level is not low.
Zhou Yu did not deliberately check the white-bearded old man's cultivation level, as this would be impolite.
Zhou Yu did not refuse and nodded in agreement.
Then he followed the white-bearded old man into the backyard of the pharmacy.
The yard is not big, but it is filled with various medicinal herbs drying in the sun.
Zhou Yu took a look and found that there were many medicinal materials in there that were used to refine fifth- and sixth-grade elixirs. He didn't expect that this seemingly small pharmacy would have such precious medicinal materials.
It’s just a fifth or sixth grade elixir. Is there anyone in this Ice City who can refine it
Thinking about it, Zhou Yu asked:
"Old sir, no one in Ice City buys these medicinal herbs, right?"
The white-bearded old man knew that Zhou Yu was talking about those medicinal herbs, and he smiled and replied:
"No one bought it, but I have no plans to sell it."
"Not for sale? Then why did you bother to dry it in the sun?" Zhou Yu asked puzzledly.
The white-bearded old man stroked his beard and said, "Of course I used it myself."
The so-called invisible pretense is the most deadly.
After hearing that it was the white-bearded old man who used it himself, Zhou Yu was shocked.
That means the white-bearded old man is at least a fifth-rank alchemist!
It is true that you cannot judge a book by its cover.
If you look at it normally, the old man with white beard looks like just an elderly man.
Unremarkable.
But I didn't expect that he was actually a fifth-grade alchemist.
As a fifth-rank alchemist, it would be no problem for him to stop the Skyfire Mercenary Group.
No wonder he dared to say that.
"I didn't expect that the old man is actually a fifth-grade alchemist. I admire him."
Zhou Yu bowed to the white-bearded old man.
The fifth-grade alchemist is the most powerful alchemist Zhou Yu has ever seen except for his master.
Unexpectedly, the white-bearded old man was stunned, and then asked: "Who told you that I am a fifth-grade alchemist?"
Zhou Yu was stunned for a moment. "Those are clearly the herbs used to refine the fifth-grade elixir, and the Xuanbing grass is the herb used to refine the sixth-grade plague poison elixir. Aren't you one of them?"
If you are not a fifth-rank alchemist, then why do you keep these herbs
The white-bearded old man stroked his beard with a smile, "I am a sixth-rank alchemist."
Zhou Yu was stunned.
Sixth rank?!
The white-bearded old man turned out to be a sixth-rank alchemist!
Even in the large sects in the entire Northern Territory, there are few sixth-grade alchemists, right
Not even necessarily!
Zhou Yu was shocked.
This was indeed something he had not expected.
“Haha, that’s why I asked you earlier if you wanted to refine the Blood Refining Pill. Although the Blood Refining Pill is a fourth-grade pill, it is not easy to refine. I have some experience that I want to pass on to you, but you said that your friend refined it, so forget it.”
The white-bearded old man said with a smile.
Zhou Yu suddenly felt a little guilty.
He was thinking that one should be on guard against others, so he deliberately mentioned a friend.
But in fact, isn’t he just going to refine the blood elixir
"To be honest, I want to refine the blood alchemy pill."