This street was eerily quiet. There were no shouts or quarrels. Alchemists in blue robes sat cross-legged in front of their stalls with their eyes closed, seemingly not worried about not being able to sell their goods.
Wang Dong knew that no matter where they were, apothecaries were extremely precious. Many families were proud of hiring an apothecary, so this created the arrogance of the apothecary.
Alchemists are also cultivators, but because they focus on alchemy, they generally do not practice cultivation. However, there are exceptions. There have been several incredible alchemists in history who have turned the world upside down.
However, he visited the stalls of several alchemists in succession. There were quite a few soul-fixing pills, and the prices were not high. He could even exchange them for a martial artist-level demon pill, but he didn't find any with markings.
Finally, just when he was disappointed and about to leave, his eyes suddenly lit up and he hurriedly came to a corner. This was an old man who looked very old, but there was no second alchemist's booth ten meters around. .
Wang Dong stared at one of the pills placed randomly. There was not even a pill box to hold it, but he was excited. It turned out to be a two-line soul-fixing pill.
"Senior, how do you change this second-line soul-fixing pill?" He suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked calmly, seemingly casually. In fact, he just didn't want the old man to see his urgency. When the time came, the lion opened his mouth. Then he could only cry.
The old man glanced at him with sleepy eyes and said, "Do you really want it?"
Wang Dong was dumbfounded. What did he mean by this? Did he look like he was asking for fun
In fact, what he didn't know was that there were indeed many inquiries about this elixir, but no one actually bought it. Although the higher the quality of the soul-fixing elixir, the greater the benefits for promotion, the price of the second-line elixir is generally very high. Furthermore, although the two-line soul-fixing pill is precious, ordinary soul-fixing pills are enough for most people, and many people think it is not cost-effective and give up.
Seeing Wang Dong's stunned look, the old man understood immediately. He sighed and said, "A Martial Master-level demon pill."
As soon as the old man opened his mouth, he immediately attracted the attention of the people around him, and Wang Dong suddenly heard a burst of discussion.
"Did you see that someone is asking about the price of the two-line soul-fixing pill again? I think they will be scared away again."
"Yes. At first, Senior Gong only asked for the elixir in exchange for some elixirs of equal value. However, he still asked to buy more elixirs but couldn't get any. Finally, Senior Gong got annoyed and directly asked for the Wuzun Dan."
"Hey, this kid must be new here, he must be on the gun!"
Just when everyone was gloating and preparing to watch Wang Dong's joke, he nodded and said: "Although I don't have a Martial Lord-level demon elixir, I do have other ones, and their value is definitely no worse than the Martial Lord-level demon elixir!"
"Oh, you want to change?" This time it was the old man's turn to be surprised. He was just asking for a high price, but the young man in front of him actually discussed with him seriously.
The old man's turbid eyes stared at Wang Dong. In fact, in terms of quality, although the soul-fixing pill is only used by advanced martial artists, it is definitely feasible to get a martial master-level demon pill to reach the second level.
But after all, there are too few people who really need the second-line soul-fixing pill, and only a very small number of special people in Zifu will need it, so this pill has not been sold for several years.
The old man has been looking at Wang Dong. He has been in his late teens for so many years. He can tell at a glance that Wang Dong has not finished speaking and is quietly waiting for the next sentence.
Wang Dong was stunned. The old man's eyes told him that he was definitely not fooled, but fortunately he was not here to fool him this time. He simply sat down cross-legged, looked into the old man's eyes without hesitation, and said: "I need a Three lines of soul-fixing pill."
His voice was not loud, but it was definitely not too quiet. As soon as the voice came out, there was silence all around. It became quiet in an instant. Both the pill buyers and pill sellers looked here.
The only people at the scene who were relatively calm were the parties involved, an old man and a young man.
"Little friend, the three-marked elixir is not just for words. Even if I can refine it, you may not be able to pay the bill."
At this time, the people around him also reacted, and they all looked at Wang Dong as if he was stupid.
"Is this kid short-sighted? It's so hard to sell the second-line soul-fixing pill, but this kid actually asks for the third-line one. You think you are a heaven-level martial soul, and you can shatter the soul by awakening the Zi Mansion!"
"Mr. Gong, this kid is just looking for trouble. Do you want us to help him get out?"
A group of people yelled at Wang Dong to get out.
Now it was Wang's turn to be angry. Why did he bother these people by buying elixirs
Naturally, he would not argue with these people. There was a group of mouths on the opposite side. Even if he was eloquent, he would only be drowned in the saliva. The old man ignored this and looked like he was staying out of the matter.
Wang Dong smiled heartily when he saw this situation. This old guy might actually be able to refine the three-line soul-fixing pill. And judging from the attitude of the people around him towards the old man, it was obvious that the old man's status among alchemists must be high.
Without hesitation, he leaned over to the old man's ear and whispered in his ear. The old man seemed to have been electrocuted. He stretched out his hand to stop everyone's shouting. A pair of cloudy eyes stared at Wang Dong and trembled slightly.
"Are you telling the truth?" After a long time, the old man asked.
Wang Dong nodded and said: "As long as you can get the three-line soul-fixing pill, what I mentioned will naturally be placed in your hands."
The old man nodded repeatedly, ignored the stall, and pulled him away: "Let's talk in detail at the old man's house!"
Everyone was dumbfounded. They had never seen Mr. Gong treat a person like this. Could it be that this kid really had something extraordinary in his hands
But everyone knows that there are really not many things that can tempt Mr. Gong. They must be extraordinary things, but is it really worth exchanging for a flashy three-line soul-fixing pill
"Could it be true that a heaven-level martial spirit has emerged?" Someone suddenly exclaimed.
But someone soon stood up and objected: "It's been hundreds of years since I've seen a heaven-level martial spirit in the Dark Continent. It would be so easy there."
Everyone else also nodded. Not only was it hundreds of years ago, the last heaven-level martial spirit was a thousand years ago. This level of martial spirit was really too difficult, but I don’t know if it was to fill the gap or why, Dark There are quite a few Earth-level martial spirits on the mainland, and there are even several high-level Earth-level martial spirits with terrifying strength.
Just when a group of people were constantly suspicious, Wang Dong had already followed the old man to a courtyard. He had to feel that he was worthy of being an alchemist. This kind of place has a lot of land, and this old alchemist actually has such a big place. courtyard.
"Haha... someone else gave it to me!" The old man said with a smile, seemingly sensing Wang Dong's feelings.
Wang Dong also smiled and said that it was a gift. He must be asking for help from the old alchemist. Otherwise, why would no one give him something? This is the advantage of being an alchemist. Even if you don't ask, there will be people rushing to give it. He even heard that someone knelt at the door and cried for three days and three nights for the things that the alchemist had given him. Although it sounded exaggerated, it was not necessarily true.
The alchemist is absolutely extraordinary in terms of appeal and influence.
The old man went to get ready as soon as he entered the room. He didn't even bother with Wang Dong, let alone asked him what he needed the three lines of soul-fixing pill for. And he never asked him about what he said from beginning to end, and he didn't seem to be afraid that Wang Dong would lie to him.
Wang Dong thought about it and agreed. Don't offend anyone, especially a powerful and status alchemist. Otherwise, just by saying something, countless people will be chased. You must know that you can make a pharmacist. It is not easy for a famous alchemist to owe a favor.
Not long after, the old man finally came out again, with a lot of things prepared in his hands, as many as ten. Wang Dong had to act as a helper, because there was no one else in this huge courtyard except him and the old man.
"Can we refine dozens of copies with this amount?" He couldn't help but ask.
The old man glanced at him and said angrily: "Do you think the three-line elixir is a clay pill?"
Wang Dong naturally knew that alchemists were also high-level. It was common for medicine to be wasted when refining failed. The more advanced the alchemist, the lower the failure rate, and the higher the quality of the elixirs he refined.
He began to look forward to it. Today, not only could he see an alchemist refining an elixir with his own eyes, but he was also more likely to witness the birth of a three-line elixir. The key was that he had hope of being promoted to a martial arts master.
This is a huge alchemy room, with a red medicine cauldron placed in the middle, burning with inexplicable flames.
"Help me protect the law, no one can disturb me!" the old alchemist suddenly said.
Wang Dong nodded. This elixir was of great importance to him. Even if the old man did not order it, he would never allow any mistakes to be made with the elixir.
The old man nodded with satisfaction, and then walked to the medicine cauldron. He heard a heavy breath, and then various elixirs and medicinal materials fell into the medicine cauldron like running water.
The old man's hands were extremely fast, and Wang Dong finally understood why the old alchemist didn't ask him to avoid it, because he didn't have to worry about others stealing his master's advice. Although he didn't know how to make alchemy, he also knew how difficult it was to make alchemy. Seeing the old man so skillful , he already knew that he must have met a master this time.
Sure enough, the old man kept going smoothly, and soon the first furnace was ready. As a burst of fragrance spread, a shining elixir flew out of the medicine cauldron.
"One pattern?" The old man frowned, threw the elixir aside, and actually started to refine the second batch of elixir.
After some time passed, the old man successfully refined it again.
"Second pattern?"
In this way, seven or eight times in a row, the old man refined either the first or second pattern, but the third pattern elixir was never successful.
However, Wang Dong on the side was already dumbfounded. He believed that if there were other alchemists here, they would not be dumbfounded, but would have been scared to death.
This old guy has a 100% chance of succeeding in refining an elixir. It doesn't matter, every elixir actually has lines on it. This method is already incredible.
As for the failure to refine the three-line elixir all the time, this is not the old man’s problem. The three-line elixir is hard to come by, but only the elixir that receives the essence of heaven and earth can be transformed into the three lines, and the first line is the earth. , one pattern represents human beings, and another pattern represents heaven. This is the top elixir.
The old man persevered, and soon the last furnace started. It was obvious that the old man was also very tired, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his shots were not as sharp as before.
But this time, Wang Dong felt something in his heart. Looking at the medicine cauldron, he suddenly had a strange feeling.
Obviously he was not the only one who felt this way. The old man's eyes suddenly widened, feeling deeply excited, but he did not dare to relax at all.
But as time goes by, this feeling becomes weaker and weaker.
"Quickly, throw all the refined elixirs into the medicine cauldron." The old man suddenly shouted.
Wang Dong was stunned at first, but without hesitation he grabbed the eighty-nine one- and two-line soul-fixing pills and threw them into the cauldron.
"Buzz!"
Almost instantly, the medicine cauldron became dazzling, but the light quickly dimmed, and then a refreshing elixir floated out, spinning continuously in the air.
"Three...three lines? It's really successful!" Wang Dong said excitedly.
The old man smiled slightly, collapsed to the ground and passed out.
(End of chapter)