After having breakfast and getting himself ready, Chen Jing went to Donglai Pawnshop again.

A scavenger carrying a package hurried away. He seemed to have obtained something valuable from Meijing City, but he left looking dejected. Clearly, the item wasn't as good as he had thought, and the Donglai Pawnshop hadn't accepted it.

Mo Wujiang, who had a goatee and blue runes on his bald head, nodded to Chen Jing and asked, "How is your injury healing?"

"Reporting to Lord Mo, the elixir left by the physician under Lord Black Hand is very effective, and he is already much better," Chen Jing replied.

"That's good. We have things to do next month," Mo Wujiang said. "That's why we distributed the pills to you in advance."

"Pills?" Chen Jing feigned confusion at the opportune moment.

"A pill that can turn you into a person with extraordinary abilities," Mo Wujiang said.

"Are extraordinary individuals made through elixirs?" Chen Jing asked, half in amazement and half in doubt.

“Some are… others…” Mo Wujiang thought for a moment and said, “They are born with good fortune.”

"Good fortune?" Chen Jing felt he was worthy of being the straight man in a crosstalk performance.

“Hehe, I’m a believer in fate, so I use this way of speaking.” Mo Wujiang laughed. “To put it simply, it means that you have spiritual energy in your bloodline. Yes, you have innate spiritual energy. For example, if your parents or grandparents are cultivators, you can inherit a portion of it.”

"Spiritual energy?" Chen Jing adjusted his demeanor and continued to feign a confused expression.

"The world was originally full of spiritual energy." Mo Wujiang said with a mysterious smile, "But living beings absorbed it into their own bodies, and it condensed into gods, demons, and monsters. So now, if people want to become cultivators, they must use the spiritual energy deposits from the bodies of those monsters as materials to refine pills."

"Can one become a cultivator by consuming such pills?" Chen Jing asked in surprise. "So the valuable parts we obtain from hunting those monsters are the raw materials for these pills."

"Yes, that's all correct. However, some of it is the raw material for pills, and some can be made into other things. After taking the pills, you must constantly cultivate your mind and body to avoid being influenced by the spiritual imprint left by the monsters in the pills and going mad." Mo Wujiang said, "The human body itself is a great elixir, which needs to be balanced and harmonized."

Chen Jing nodded, feigning ignorance but listening attentively.

In his heart, however, he was thinking that this was not entirely the same as what his master had said, especially the description of the human body as a great elixir, which his master had never mentioned.

“This topic will be difficult for you. I will briefly introduce the abilities contained in those pills, and you can choose,” Mo Wujiang said with a smile.

Chen Jing perked up and listened attentively.

This aligns with his public persona and reflects his own reaction.

Chen Jing wanted to choose a pill that contained Dao energy, so he had to choose a pill whose power encompassed his current abilities.

Suddenly, Mo Wujiang's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly said smoothly, "I'll take you to see those pills and explain them to you as we look at them."

Chen Jing found it strange, but didn't ask. He watched as Mo Wujiang closed the door and followed him into the corridor next to the pawnshop.

...

Chen Jing moved slowly forward, following the air. Beside him, the two Mo Wujiang started arguing.

"How come you didn't know about all those pills in the warehouse?" Luo You, who resembled Mo Wujiang, spread his arms wide in an exaggerated manner and laughed incredulously.

"My apprentice was killed by an assassin. She was in charge of tallying items at the Body Realm level," Mo Wujiang said expressionlessly. "It was just her bad luck."

Although they were arguing, Chen Jing was completely oblivious to their voices, as if they were in another world.

Chen Jing himself moved forward step by step with the air in front of him, and every now and then he would talk to the air, looking bewildered and ignorant.

"Then once you get there, you'll be able to identify which pills have which spiritual energy?" Luo You, who resembled Mo Wujiang, asked with a helpless smile.

The real Mo Wujiang said expressionlessly, "It's been tagged."

The two walked along, while Chen Jing seemed to be talking to thin air.

"Lord Mo, so that's how it is. I understand now. So, Dao slaves are people who are controlled by the spiritual imprint within the spiritual energy and have lost their original selves?" Chen Jing said as he walked, talking to the air.

The real Mo Wujiang said, "Every time I see this ability of yours, I feel terrified, even chilled to the bone. What are you making my illusion say to him?"

"Popular science knowledge." Luo You, who resembled Mo Wujiang, smiled.

"The Qi of the Dao truly lives up to its reputation as the most unpredictable and mysterious spiritual energy," Mo Wujiang exclaimed.

Luo You, who resembled Mo Wujiang, laughed and said, "There are many restrictions, and when it comes to evil spirits, life force is stronger. Hehe, the human body is a great medicine, the human body itself is the best elixir..."

He followed closely behind Chen Jing, a chilling smile on his face, as he spoke to Mo Wujiang: "Your apprentice, that little Zhang, isn't he quite good?"

“He’s been dead for too long,” Mo Wujiang said.

Luo You, who resembled Mo Wujiang, grinned and exclaimed in surprise, "You even care about novelty?"

“Yes,” Mo Wujiang said seriously, “Alchemy is very particular.”

...

Chen Jing followed Mo Wujiang to the underground floor, and he didn't expect there to be such a spacious area here.

Mo Wujiang used a key to open one of the doors and brought Chen Jing in.

"Here are some elixirs that can turn you into a person with extraordinary abilities." Mo Wujiang turned around and looked at Chen Jing with a kind smile. "I can first tell you what their effects are."

Chen Jing looked on expectantly.

Inside the door were cabinets similar to those commonly found in pharmacies, with some drawers labeled with characters that Chen Jing, who had studied writing for some time, could recognize.

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