Chapter 105: Biluochun Tea Sees First Signs, Obtaining a Large Number of Elixir Formulas
"Stop insulting me!" Xia Xining pressed on, "Your brain must have been kicked by a donkey, chewed by a dog, and soaked in dung, otherwise how come you don't understand that you were the one insulting me from the very beginning?"
"As a weapon crafter, you don't take weapon crafting to heart. Instead, you're full of scheming ideas. Because of your own character, you think everyone else is the same as you."
"Wang Hong, Wang Hong, today's events are entirely your own fault."
Xia Xining was well aware of her lazy nature, but even though she loved to lie down and be lazy, she would still take weapon forging to heart, something Wang Hong could not match.
Wang Hong's eyelids twitched involuntarily as he glanced at the crowd that hadn't yet dispersed. He couldn't attack Xia Xining now; this woman had broken through to the Golden Core stage, and he feared he wouldn't be able to defeat her.
Using a magic artifact? No, this woman is also a magic artifact cultivator; she must possess other magic artifacts as well. Using the high-level magic artifact her father gave her feels like a waste for a Golden Core cultivator.
"I am the son of the sect leader of the Weapon Forging Sect. Do you want to provoke a conflict between the two sects?" Wang Hong took a step back, swallowed hard, and had no choice but to use his status to intimidate others.
In the past, people would always give him some face because of his status. He used the two friendships as leverage, and sure enough, some people would continue to stand on his side. That woman would definitely not dare to be so aggressive anymore.
Song Yin transmitted her voice to Xia Xining.
Xia Xining's eyes flickered, and she continued, "So what if you're the son of the sect leader of the Weapon Forging Sect? You're neither the young sect leader nor the sect leader himself. Your father is respected, but you, as his son, are constantly ruining his reputation and the reputation of the Weapon Forging Sect."
Xia Xining deliberately made her voice carry to every corner, striving to make sure everyone could hear it.
“She makes sense. Wang Hong is just like any other cultivator because he has a father who is the sect leader. Without his father, he would be no different from any other cultivator.”
"Didn't you support Wang Hong? You've changed your tune pretty quickly."
"Hahaha, isn't that so-and-so who broke through to the Golden Core stage? I'm just a Foundation Establishment nobody, how could I be qualified to comment on a Golden Core cultivator? I was wrong just now, I misspoke." The man admitted his mistake while lightly slapping his own mouth.
People nearby shook their heads and silently distanced themselves from this opportunist.
Xia Xining: "Wang Hong, I can disregard what you said in today's competition, but you must apologize for the slander you made against me and the manager of the Creation Pavilion a few days ago! I also want you to admit that the Treasure Casting Pavilion is inferior to the Creation Pavilion!"
"Wang Hong actually slandered others; he's really shameless."
"No wonder Wang Hong was sarcastic and mocking towards Xia Xining from the start of the competition. Xia Xining's breakthrough in the final was a truly remarkable comeback! I'm sure Xia Xining's name will spread far and wide after this three-way exchange meeting."
"Xia Xining is really good at holding back, only bringing this up in the finals. If it were me, I would have shown everyone Wang Hong's true colors in the preliminary rounds."
"The Treasure Casting Pavilion belongs to Wang Hong's family. His character is so bad, we should still go to the Creation Pavilion to buy magical artifacts in the future."
Wang Hong listened to the overwhelmingly one-sided opinions, and even the few words that supported him were drowned out by the words that supported Xia Xining.
He was trembling with anger. "I'm sorry."
Xia Xining felt relaxed and reminded him in a low voice, "Speak louder, so everyone can hear. Don't forget to say that the Treasure Casting Pavilion is no match for the Creation Pavilion. If you don't want to... I'll spread the memory stone of the day you were beaten all over the streets and alleys."
"It really was you that day!" Wang Hong gritted his teeth.
Xia Xining: "Don't talk nonsense. Xia Xining has never arranged for anyone to beat you up."
Wang Hong closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and mentally prepared himself for a few seconds before loudly proclaiming, "I'm sorry! Also, the Treasure Casting Pavilion is no match for the Creation Pavilion."
After shouting, Wang Hong stared at Xia Xining with hatred in his eyes, and said before leaving, "My father will not let you off the hook for what happened today. We'll see."
Xia Xining: "Even if your father comes, this is still your fault. If you have the guts, come to the Immortal Firmament Sect. I'll be waiting for you there."
Wang Hong angrily flung his sleeves and left, glaring at Song Yin as he passed by.
This woman just left with Xia Xining, so she must be with Xia Xining. He'll make Xia Xining regret this sooner or later, and her friends won't have it easy either.
On the way back, everyone was talking about how Master Fan accepted a disciple today, and how Xia Xining broke through Wang Hong's defense during the competition.
Over the years, a considerable number of people have praised Wang Hong, but after today's events, people inevitably doubt whether Wang Hong deserves the reputation of a genius.
Xia Xining linked arms with Song Yin, her face beaming with joy. "Fortune and misfortune are intertwined. In a way, Wang Hong is also my benefactor. Without his encouragement, I wouldn't have been able to break through to the Golden Core stage smoothly. When we get back, I'll refine a lot of third-tier magic weapons for you, and I'll also refine a batch of furnaces for you to refine pills. Now that I'm a Golden Core stage artifact cultivator, I'll take care of all the magic weapons you use from now on."
Song Yin: "Okay, no problem. Thank you, Xia Xining. You'll definitely amaze everyone when we get back, Senior Sister Xia."
Xia Xining: "Xia Shijie sounds nice. From now on, you can call me Xia Shijie. Xia Shijie will treat you to all the good food and drink."
Song Yin: "By the way, although today's matter has come to an end, I suggest that when you go back, you tell Elder Shi about Wang Hong. If Wang Hong really comes looking for you, it will be good to be prepared. Don't be embarrassed if something happens. If you have a reliable elder, you should naturally complain to him."
"You complained about someone? Who did you complain about?" Xia Xining asked.
Song Yin smiled slyly, her eyes gleaming: "Ancestor You. I was so angry at the time that I complained to my grandmaster."
Xia Xining remained silent, feeling as if a new world had opened up for her.
What Song Yin didn't say was that she complained to her grandmaster and Elder Wen the most, and the one she complained about was her master, Qi Zibo.
She showed no respect or fear for her master, only a firm determination to find someone to scold Lao Deng on her behalf.
The two chatted and laughed all the way back to their resting place. When they returned, Song Yin asked Qi Zibo if he wanted to come along, but Qi Zibo said he had to meet someone and told them to go back on their own.
Shi Heming sat in his room, staring nervously at the hairpin in his hand, wondering whether he should give it to her. But would giving her a hairpin be too obvious?
On his way back alone, Shi Heming encountered his rival Lu Feizhou again.
He was in the shop picking out jewelry for his Daoist partner when he saw Shi Heming on the road and immediately called out to him.
"Brother, what a coincidence! Are you alone? Want to grab a drink together later?"
Shi Heming turned his head slightly and saw Lu Feizhou and Lu Feizhou holding hands, clearly showing a good relationship.
Shi Heming: "What's this?"
Lu Feizhou: "I'm picking out jewelry for my Daoist partner. Do any of you fellow disciples have someone you like? Would you like to come and pick out a piece for your loved one as well?"
As if possessed, Shi Heming turned and stepped into the shop.
Lu Feizhou raised an eyebrow. It seemed his fellow disciples also had someone they liked. It was hard to imagine how his taciturn fellow disciples could pursue their sweethearts.
In Lu Feizhou's memory, Shi Heming never talked much with others, and even if he kept trying to talk to him, Shi Heming rarely responded.
Shi Heming greeted the two men and then went to choose his items, leaving Lu Feizhou standing to the side. To Shi Heming, Lu Feizhou was just a talkative stranger, someone he didn't need to talk to much.
Lu Feizhou's Daoist partner was curious about the taciturn Shi Heming, so Lu Feizhou gave a brief explanation via telepathy.
Later, Shi Heming was dazzled by the many pieces of jewelry. Just as he was considering whether to buy all the beautiful ones, Lu Feizhou's unusual tone of voice caught his attention.
"I'm sorry, Madam. I didn't mean to bump into this brother. I was just in a hurry to show you the bracelets I had chosen, and that's why I accidentally bumped into him." Lu Feizhou looked apologetically at his Daoist partner, still holding several bracelets he had selected in his hand.
His wife said, "I know you didn't mean it." Then she said to the person she bumped into, "I'm sorry, fellow Daoist. He can be clumsy sometimes. I apologize to you on his behalf."
The person trying to strike up a conversation: "..."
"So you already have a partner, fellow Daoist. I believe he didn't mean it. Farewell." The person trying to strike up a conversation emphasized the words "believe him."
Having dealt with the person who tried to flirt with his wife, Lu Feizhou felt like he had won a battle, and he stood tall and proud.
Seeing Shi Heming looking at him, Lu Feizhou walked over and asked, "Brother, is there something you want to say that you've been looking at me for so long?"
Shi Heming: "What you just did..."
Lu Feizhou immediately understood and said proudly, "It's just routine, drawing the lady's attention to myself."
Shi Heming humbly asked, "If I may be so bold as to ask, how did you come to be with your wife?"
Lu Feizhou shamelessly replied, "Of course, it's because I fought and snatched it." He asked with the air of someone who had been through it all, "Did you fail to win her over? Or are you still too afraid to express your feelings?"
He now knows how to make friends with his fellow students.
Lu Feizhou glanced at his Daoist partner to make sure no one was trying to talk to him before whispering his experience to Shi Heming.
From Lu Feizhou's perspective as his Daoist partner, Lu Feizhou didn't know what he was talking about with that person from the Immortal Firmament Sect. He only knew that Lu Feizhou was talking very enthusiastically, and that person from the Immortal Firmament Sect was nodding from time to time.
After Lu Feizhou finished speaking, he asked, "Do you understand?"
Shi Heming digested the new knowledge for a moment, "Approximately?"
Lu Feizhou said, "Anyway, I wish you success, my fellow disciple. I've already passed on all my unique skills to you, so we can be considered friends, right?"
Shi Heming remained silent and nodded slightly.
He didn't understand why Lu Feizhou insisted on being friends with him, but what he said did make some sense. Just to be on the safe side, he had to try it out when he got back.
Among a pile of jewelry, Shi Heming chose a hairpin that he thought Song Yin would like.
These ordinary items are flashy but impractical. Shi Heming thought that he could find a tool repairman to customize them in the future, ensuring that they are not only beautiful but also have various defensive and offensive effects.
After parting ways with Lu Feizhou, Shi Heming returned to his resting place and immediately went to look for Song Yin, but he couldn't find her.
He returned to his room, took out the hairpin and examined it carefully, then waited quietly for Song Yin to return.
As time went by, Shi Heming began to doubt whether his hasty decision to send the gift was a mistake, which is why Song Yin had not returned all day.
Perhaps it was a warning from heaven.
Just as Shi Heming was beginning to doubt himself, Song Yin and Xia Xining returned, and he instantly caught Song Yin's voice.
When Song Yin returned, she saw Shi Heming open the door.
Song Yin: "I guessed you would come back early, and sure enough, Xia Xining broke through during the competition, and my master and I went to protect her."
Shi Heming: "Elder Qi?"
Song Yin: "Yes, I only found out today that my master has been watching my competition all along."
Shi Heming: "Where is Elder Qi?"
Song Yin: "He said he went to meet someone, but he doesn't know who it is."
Shi Heming found it somewhat irritating to see the two of them intimately linking arms.
He coughed lightly, feeling uneasy, and lowered his eyes. "No wonder I couldn't find you when I went to the alchemy group, and I couldn't wait for you after I came back. I thought you had left me first... It's good that you didn't. Her tribulation is indeed more important."
After saying that, he also said to Xia Xining, "Congratulations on your breakthrough."
Xia Xining narrowed her eyes. Shi Heming's way of speaking was so strange. Would he have spoken like this before? But she couldn't quite put her finger on what was strange about it.
Realizing she had neglected the other person for so long without informing him beforehand, Song Yin felt a little embarrassed. "It was my fault for not telling you earlier, since things happened so suddenly today. Come on, let me treat everyone to dinner."
Song Yin stepped forward, grabbed Shi Heming, and walked out without saying a word, since there was plenty of time after the competition ended.
Shi Heming looked at his wrist, then turned to look at Xia Xining, who had been released.
Lu Feizhou's method... seems to be really effective.
Shi Heming was secretly pleased and pressed on: "There's no need for that, Yinyin did nothing wrong..."
Watching the two figures walk further and further away, Xia Xining had a huge question mark above her head.
No, is that right?
If she couldn't figure it out, she stopped thinking about it and quickly chased after him.
Meanwhile, on the other side...
Qi Zibo approached Lou Shuhe.
"Master, Martial Uncle Guanyue, Martial Uncle Fan."
Lou Shuhe: "How is Xia Xining?"
Qi Zibo: "Everything is going well."
Lou Shuhe chuckled: "This time, Tianqiao Peak owes you a favor. If You Yong knew, he'd probably want to crawl into a hole. He won't dare to mess with Yinyin so easily in the future."
Qi Zibo was taken aback, not expecting that his master still remembered what Old Ancestor You had done back then.
Master Fan greeted his two disciples, "This is Qi Zibo of the Immortal Firmament Sect, also known as Lord Shanyuan. You can call him Senior Brother according to seniority."
Liu Zhe and Bi Jiangxue exchanged a glance. Was it really appropriate to call the other party "senior brother" when their cultivation level was too high?
"I have met Lord Seonpyeong."
Qi Zibo nodded, acknowledging the title.
Master Fan didn't care much; his goal was to get the people present to help and look after his two newly accepted apprentices out of respect for him.
He was about to pass away, and Liu Zhe and Bi Jiangxue's cultivation levels were too low. After he was gone, leaving them his inheritance and legacy would be like a child carrying gold—it would surely attract covetous eyes. Not to mention those in the Immortal Alliance, who had been coveting his life's accumulation ever since they learned of his short lifespan.
Master Fan said, “You two remember this. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, go to them. They are my closest friends.”
After abandoning his frivolous ways, Master Fan became serious and earnest. He placed his hands on the heads of his two disciples and imparted all that he had learned in his life, including cultivation techniques, scriptures, and insights.
Lou Shuhe and Guan Yue both looked grim, their brows furrowed.
Old Fan withdrew his hands, looking several years older, his hair dry and dull like dried straw.
"Master..."
Before Liu Zhe and Bi Jiangxue could even process the extra memories in their minds, Old Fan stuffed a high-level storage ring into each of their hands.
"What I leave to you two is the same. From now on, it will be up to you two to inherit and carry forward the skills I have taught you." Old Master Fan began to speak with difficulty, and his words came out in broken sentences.
Lou Shuhe: "Didn't you say you had another three hundred years to live? What's going on here?"
Master Fan smiled with relief, “Look, you’ve been tricked by me again. Three hundred years is the time I’m leaving for my disciples. Actually, I don’t have much time left, but I will say to the outside world that I’m in seclusion, so that they have three hundred years to grow their strength. I can’t really let you take care of them for the rest of your lives and let them stand up on their own.”
Liu Zhe and Bi Jiangxue's brains were already overwhelmed. They finally understood why their master had brought them here, why he had instilled all the cultivation techniques into their minds, and why he had given them storage rings.
Their newly appointed master seemed to be on the verge of death.
Mr. Fan: "Before I pass away, I don't want to see anyone else, I only want to see my old friends. My friends, some have fallen, some have ascended, and after all the twists and turns, only the two of you are left."
Lou Shuhe and Guan Yue's brows furrowed so deeply they looked like they could trap a fly.
Master Fan: "Xiao Qi, could you bring your apprentice here? I have something to give her."
Qi Zibo: "This junior will go and bring people over immediately."
Qi Zibo teleported to where Song Yin was resting, but no one was home. He had no choice but to use the communication stone to contact her and ask where she was.
Song Yin said she wanted to treat everyone, so she found a restaurant with a good reputation. After waiting for a while, just as all the dishes were served, she noticed that the communication stone was moving.
"Where are you? Go back to your resting place immediately, I'll take you to see someone."
Looking at the food that had just been served, Song Yin replied, "Is it in a hurry, Master?"
"It's urgent, come quickly."
Song Yin put away the communication stone and said to the two of them, "I have to go back to find my master. I don't know the specific situation or how long it will take. You two eat first and don't have to wait for me."
"Hey!" Xia Xining didn't have time to speak before Song Yin had already disappeared.
Song Yin returned to her resting place, where her master remained standing in the courtyard.
"Master, what happened?"
Qi Zibo led his men away, saying, "I'll take you to see someone."
"To see someone?"
Song Yin was even more puzzled.
Then she met both acquaintances and strangers.
The master, Master Fan, and strangers, as well as the opponents in the competition, Liu Zhe and Bi Jiangxue.
"Grandmaster?"
Lou Shuhe and Guan Yue were both in low spirits as their old friend was about to leave.
The atmosphere was somber. Qi Zibo introduced Song Yin to his uncle, saying, "Uncle Fan and Uncle Guanyue are both close friends of your grandmaster. Uncle Fan brought you here because he wanted to see you."
Even when Mr. Fan was presenting the award, he didn't look this old. The person in front of me was full of deathly aura, and it was clear at a glance that his days were numbered.
Song Yin suppressed her thoughts and said, "Greetings to both of you seniors."
Old Fan beckoned to Song Yin, "Come closer."
Song Yin was oblivious to the situation. Seeing that neither her grandmaster nor her master said much, she stepped closer to the dying man.
Master Fan raised his hand, intending to pass the prescription to Song Yin.
Lou Shuhe: "Your current physical condition cannot withstand another transmission of the Dharma. The two transmissions just now almost exhausted your remaining vitality. If you do it again today, you will surely die."
Old Fan: "Haha, it's alright, it's alright, we're all going to die anyway."
Song Yin felt a surge of spiritual energy enter her body, and numerous different pill formulas appeared in her mind. Some of these formulas she knew, and some she didn't. There were even quite a few formulas for rare and exotic pills that interested her.
"These are the pill formulas I collected. You said you came for the pill formulas during the competition, so I thought I'd give them to you." Old Fan paused to catch his breath, then continued after a moment.
"Your talent in alchemy is rare in the world. Giving these alchemical formulas to you is a good way to end things."
Song Yin bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you for the gift, senior."
As the sun sets, a bird flies in, lands on the eaves, and preens its feathers.
Old Fan stared out the window for a long time, lost in thought. "I was born into an ordinary family in Dingfeng City. Back then, Dingfeng City wasn't as big as it is now."
"I left home as a child to study Taoism under a master, and later I saw off my family, master, friends, and enemies..."
"Having traveled to many places throughout my life, roaming freely across the land, I am fortunate to return to this place in the end and have even received two disciples. This is truly a blessing in my life."
"I took you as my disciples out of selfishness, hoping you would inherit all the knowledge I've learned in my life, but I failed to fulfill the responsibilities of a master. As for the techniques I'm leaving you, learn them if you can, and if you can't, then forget it..."
Lou Shuhe couldn't bear to close her eyes and chose not to look.
Guan Yue: "Among the rewards for the Danxiu group at this year's Wanfa Exchange Conference is the recipe for the Miraculous Rejuvenation Pill. The Rejuvenation Pill will definitely save you."
Elder Fan: "The Resurrection Pill... it's easier said than done. For millennia, the core medicinal ingredients have been missing, and it's nowhere to be found in the world. The Resurrection Pill formula is long since worthless; that's why I'm offering it as a reward. Some things are simply a matter of timing and fate..."
He saw that the food was ready in his childhood home, and he heard his mother calling him.
"You don't need to be sad, I'm just going home."
Song Yin calmly watched as Elder Fan's eyes gradually became cloudy and dim. This great alchemist had finally reached the end of his life.
His body gradually dissipated, leaving not even a skeleton behind.
"Master!"
"Master!"
Liu Zhe and Bi Jiangxue tried to go forward to stop them, but they missed.
They weren't sure if they were sad, because they had only become his disciples that day and had never spent much time together, so there was no question of a master-disciple relationship. Yet, on his deathbed, he passed on all his knowledge to them and entrusted his care to a friend, a debt of gratitude that could never be repaid.
The newly formed pair of apprentices stood there, lost in thought, motionless.
Lou Shuhe exhaled a breath of stale air, looking at the spot where Fan Xingsheng had disappeared, "Another friend has passed away..."
Fan Xingsheng accepted his fate with equanimity, leaving behind not even his soul.
Guan Yue held the chess piece in her hand, then tossed it onto the board. "What a waste. If I had known he was leaving today, I wouldn't have thrown the piece into his mouth."
Song Yin bowed deeply to Elder Fan once again, never imagining she could receive such a great gift from him.
I met this person today, someone I've only met twice, and in the end, he reserved his kindness for the younger generation, for old friends, and for the home I remember.
Song Yin walked to her master's side, knowing full well that her master must be feeling terrible.
The grandmaster patted Song Yin's head, just like when Song Yin was a child.
"I've been out long enough; it's time for me to return to my sect."
Guan Yue also stood up. "Liu Zhe will come back to Shuiyue Sect with me, as will Bi Jiangxue. I will ask your sect to bring you here. From now on, you and Liu Zhe will stay in Shuiyue Sect together. As for the Immortal Alliance, it's best not to go there before your cultivation reaches the Nascent Soul stage."
In the blink of an eye, only Qi Zibo and Song Yin, master and apprentice, remained in the room.
Song Yin: "Snap out of it, Master, I haven't eaten yet, shall we go get something to eat together?"
Qi Zibo followed Song Yin outside, saying, "Seeing this scene, you, my traitor, aren't you sad at all?"
Song Yin: "People either die spectacularly or quietly. The fact that the senior had close friends to witness his passing and disciples by his side is much better than dying in obscurity."
As she spoke, Song Yin took out the recipe for the Miraculous Elixir, which she had won as a prize in the competition.
"The Resurrection Pill. Master, is it really impossible to refine this pill anymore?" Song Yin looked longingly at the description of the Resurrection Pill's effects.
Such a miraculous elixir exists in the world! From the first to the eighth cycle, it can save lives and bring the dying back to life; from the ninth cycle, it can revive the dead.
Qi Zibo: "No, the most important ingredient in the Rejuvenation Pill is Brahma's Essence. Without it, there is no Rejuvenation Pill. Brahma's Essence has disappeared from the cultivation world for tens of thousands of years. Otherwise, this miraculous pill formula would not have been passed down or even used as a prize in competitions."
Then all my hard work for so long would have been for nothing.
No, it wasn't a complete waste of time, after all, Senior Fan gave me so many pill formulas.
Not long after she left, Song Yin returned to the restaurant but did not see Shi Heming and the others.
Qi Zibo crossed his arms and said, "Your two friends abandoned you and ran away."
Song Yin: "They should have gone back by now. Master, why don't you come back with me? There are still empty rooms in the courtyard. Rest for the night and we'll set off back to the sect tomorrow."
Qi Zibo accepted Song Yin's proposal.
Song Yin led the way, and the two passed the road where they had met Changsun Li a few days ago. The sound of children could be heard from the houses next door.
"Stop digging under the tree, wash your hands and come eat."
"Yes, Mother."
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Song Yin shared with her master the funny story of the child being beaten when she met Changsun Li that day.
"By the way, Master, there is more than one evil cultivator in Dingfeng City. When one of them possessed me, I saw her memories. Unfortunately, she ended her own life too quickly, and I didn't see all the relevant memories. But in the fragments of memories I saw, the city lord of Dingfeng City colluded with the evil cultivator."
Qi Zibo: "You mean Luo Liangzhi, the city lord of Dingfeng City?"
Song Yin: "It's him."
Qi Zibo: "But he died yesterday, but the news was suppressed and did not come out."
Song Yin was taken aback.
Dead?
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Author's Note: Song Yin: I almost came all this way for nothing. Senior Fan was a good person. May he have a peaceful and worry-free next life. [Please!]
Song Yin: But I'm still craving the Resurrection Pill, so I'll have to find out what exactly the Burning Heaven Bud is later. [Question mark][Glasses]
Shi Heming, who is currently studying: Lu Feizhou's method is very effective; I should learn more from it.
Song Yin: Don't learn everything! Hey!
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[Empty bowl]
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