Zhang Fan took the furnace cauldron out of the plastic bag and placed it on a spirit stone.

The necessary medicinal herbs and several pieces of charcoal, already prepared with firewood, were already inside.

Zhang Fan placed the medicinal herbs into the cauldron in order, lit the charcoal with a lighter, and placed it under the cauldron.

While refining the medicine, he released spiritual energy to aid in the process and absorbed the spiritual energy from the spirit stones.

An hour later, Zhang Fan smelled a rich, exotic fragrance. He immediately withdrew his spiritual energy, opened the cauldron, and found a turquoise pill the size of a pipa inside.

It's done.

The antidote for the Seven-Flower Powder has been successfully prepared.

Zhang Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the antidote for the Seven Flower Powder with satisfaction.

Alchemy is divided into levels, with a total of three levels.

The pills Zhang Fan had previously refined were all beginner-level, entry-level elixirs that helped strengthen the body and cure diseases.

The Seven Flower Powder Antidote is a mid-level elixir, requiring the use of high-level true fire transformed from spiritual energy to be successfully prepared. The efficacy of this elixir is higher than that of a primary-level elixir.

There is another type of high-grade elixir, which requires the alchemist to have reached the pinnacle of alchemy skills. There might not be one in ten thousand alchemists who can achieve this. This high-grade elixir is said to be able to make mortals become immortals.

Intermediate-grade elixirs are very beneficial to cultivation.

I used my spiritual power too much today, so there's no point in cultivating anymore. Anyway, I can't move the spirit stones here, so I'll come back next time I have time.

Zhang Fan picked up two palm-sized spirit stones and put them in the bag along with the furnace cauldron. He then continued walking forward along the passageway.

The passageway was long and winding. Zhang Fan guessed that the place where he found the jade bead was connected to one of the passages, and the tomb raiders had gone to the wrong place, causing the passage to collapse.

As I walked, I saw a bright light ahead; the exit was right in front of me.

Without hesitation, Zhang Fan walked towards the light and stepped out.

The moment he lifted his foot, a sharp wind whistled towards his face, and an eagle swept past in front of him.

Zhang Fan suddenly stopped and looked down. Below him was an almost vertical mountain wall. A few pebbles fell into the cave as he moved, plummeting straight down before landing on the ground after a long while.

Based on visual estimation, he is currently about 500 meters above the ground.

Looking into the distance, you can vaguely see the direction of Zhangjiapo.

Based on the distance, he should be in a mountain called the Milky Way, where, according to legend, an immortal ascended to heaven and went straight to the Milky Way.

Zhang Fan's escape route was blocked; the only way back was to descend the mountainside.

He hasn't yet reached the point where he can fly on a sword, so he has to rely on his feet to climb the mountain.

The mountain walls are steep, and not a single blade of grass grows there; only a few scattered trees are deeply rooted in the mountainside.

Zhang Fan's eyes flashed as he looked at the tree roots deeply embedded in the mountainside.

He wrapped the bag around his arm, hooked his five fingers into the shape of an eagle's claw, infused his fingertips with spiritual power, and with a forceful grip, his fingers embedded deeply into the mountain wall.

This method is feasible!

Zhang Fan used two fingers to embed themselves in the stone wall, and climbed up the wall by alternating hands.

His legs braced against the mountain wall, using very little force.

Fortunately, he is now physically stronger than ordinary people. Whenever he is about to exhaust himself, he absorbs the spiritual energy of the spirit stones to replenish his strength.

At a height of only twenty meters above the ground, Zhang Fan braced his legs against the mountain wall, then pushed off forcefully, at the same time releasing his fingers that were hooked onto the wall.

He was launched and landed right on a tall golden tree.

Then climb down the Vajra tree, as nimble as a wild monkey in the mountains.

Only when his feet touched solid ground did Zhang Fan feel at ease. He looked up and saw that the cave he had come down from was as small as a pea.

He has found the way now, and he will come back to absorb the spirit stones in the cave when he has time next time.

Zhang Fan carried the bag towards Zhangjiapo, gave the antidote to Ji Zhi, and his mission was complete.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out of the steep southern slope, he saw Ji Zhi looking anxious and covered in sweat.

Upon seeing Zhang Fan, Ji Zhi seemed to have found his backbone and sprinted towards him. He tripped and fell while running, but ignored the pain and got up to continue running.

"Dr. Zhang, I've finally found you! Boss Zhao is in trouble."

"It's only been a week, how could he have fallen ill?"

"The landlady said that Boss Ji vomited blood."

...

A black Jeep was parked in Zhao Lin's garage.

Chen Yao had been waiting, and the moment he saw them, he immediately went to greet them.

As soon as Zhang Fan got out of the car, he heard a screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground.

A side glance revealed a red sports car speeding towards them at over 180 mph, leaving a blur in its wake.

Ji Zhi didn't get out of the car; Chen Yao and Zhang Fan stood facing each other.

The sports car hurtled towards Zhang Fan, and Chen Yao's eyes reflected the gradually enlarging car.

Reason told her to run, but her body remained frozen in place, unable to move.

She closed her eyes in despair, awaiting the final judgment of fate.

However, the expected pain did not occur. Chen Yao only felt a force in her waist, which lifted her into the air.

A loud crashing sound reached my ears.

Chen Yao couldn't help but shudder. A comforting voice came from behind, gradually calming her down.

Her thick, curled eyelashes trembled slightly as Chen Yao opened her crystal-clear, gem-like eyes, which still held lingering fear.

What came into view was a face so perfect it was beyond reproach, sculpted like a knife, exuding an aura of supreme authority.

Chen Yao's heart inexplicably raced, and he gradually felt his breathing become rapid. A layer of sweat appeared on the tip of his upturned nose.

"Dr. Zhang, Chen Yao, you scared me to death!" Ji Zhi's voice came from below.

Chen Yao looked down following the sound and found himself on the roof of a jeep, with Ji Zhi standing next to the driver's seat talking to him.

Not far away, a red sports car crashed into a solid wall, its hood flipped up, billowing black smoke, the rear wheels spinning rapidly, and the driver slumped unconscious over the steering wheel. Chen Yao recognized the driver at a glance.

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