Chapter 128 Limits and Pill Testing
Three years is not a short time for Chen Luo. From the time he joined the Shenhu Xianmen till now, he has been practicing for almost five years. In five years, he has walked the path that others would walk in fifty years.
Using the relationship with the Loose Cultivators Alliance, he and Zhu Jie's cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds. With the help of a large number of soul-building pills, they broke through two levels in a row, directly advancing from the eleventh level of Qi Refining to the thirteenth level of Qi Refining, becoming cultivators of the perfect Qi Refining realm. Even his senior brother Hu Qiudao, with the help of the pills he occasionally gave him, broke through to the late stage of Qi Refining and completely secured his position as the head of the Hu family.
This is the importance of resources. If there were no massive amount of elixirs to support him, even if he had the talent comparable to that of a natural spirit, it would take him fifty years to cultivate to the thirteenth level of Qi Refining. But with the resources, the time was shortened from fifty years to five years!
Wealth, Dharma, companions and land!
Money comes first.
Some realms can really be achieved through external resources.
The number of spiritual snakes in his body also reached 100, satisfying the first condition of foundation building. The Iron Body Technique was promoted from minor success to major success. Although he had not gone out, his strength was several times stronger than three years ago. However, after reaching this stage, the growth of spiritual energy completely stagnated.
Although he has taken a lot of Explosive Spirit Pills in recent times, the effects they brought are minimal and almost negligible.
'The limit of Qi Refining, it's time to build the foundation.'
The seven Foundation Establishment Realm brains had the same thought.
After learning this, Chen Luo began to think about the refining of the foundation-building pill. The spiritual materials he bought from the royal family of Sheguo three years ago have been almost used up. Sibu Xiang has made a lot of foundation-building pills, but the results are hard to describe.
Two alchemy furnaces were blown up.
It is still a bit presumptuous to want to use other spiritual objects to refine the foundation-building pill. With the knowledge of the deer demon brain and the wood-attributed foundation-building brain, it is not possible to do this. The foundation-building pill recipe in the current cultivation world has evolved over thousands of years. Every medicinal ingredient has been tried by countless pioneers and finally determined to be a stable and reliable version.
Although the recipe for the Foundation-Building Pill that the old mummy ghost gave him was a little old, the core ingredients had not changed. Minor improvements in the formulation and technique did not affect the effect of the pill itself.
These are the conclusions Chen Luo came to after refining several furnaces.
“I don’t know when the fight will be over.”
Looking at the latest news in his hand, Chen Luo couldn't help but sigh.
The fighting is still going on at Shenhu Xianmen, and I don’t know when I can go back.
For Chen Luo, the easiest place to get foundation building resources is the sect. He is different from Mo Wenjian. When he left, Wuwei Zhenren said that as long as the sect survived this disaster, he could directly enter the inner gate when he returned.
As long as he became an inner disciple, he could exchange for the spiritual material he wanted. At worst, he could exchange the elixir for contribution. With the elixir he had accumulated in the past three years, it was enough to exchange. After all, he only wanted to exchange for one of the medicinal materials, not the complete foundation-building elixir.
The risk of breaking through without elixirs is too high, and it is easy to hurt the foundation. Before there is a better choice, Chen Luo will not consider this plan.
Recently, he has changed to practice the "Heart Demon Jue" taught by Wuwei Zhenren. The "Heart Demon Jue" describes in detail the things that need to be paid attention to during the foundation building process, especially when the foundation is built, one must selectively condense one's own foundation. Blindly building the foundation will only leave hidden dangers and cut off one's own path to Dan.
"Mr. Chen, Deacon Zhu is looking for you."
The voices of the disciples of the Loose Cultivators Alliance came from outside the door. The masked man was still guarding the door. After Zhou Tianyang's death, these masked men all became Zhu Jie's subordinates. Now they still followed Chen Luo and were responsible for running errands for him.
This masked man is not a cultivator and does not have any spiritual roots.
There are the most talented people like this in the League of Free Cultivators. They have witnessed the existence of immortal cultivators and are unwilling to return to the world of ordinary people.
"Let's go."
Chen Luo pushed the door and walked out.
Outside the house, the carriage had already been harnessed.
Chen Luo bent down and sat in the carriage. Looking at the masked man standing on the side, he casually threw him a Qi-nourishing pill.
"I'll give it to you."
"Thank you, Mr. Chen." The masked man knelt on the ground gratefully.
For Chen Luo, the Qi-nourishing Pill that he made casually, when it fell into the hands of the masked man, was a magical pill that could change his fate. The martial arts master was the limit for many martial artists, but by following the immortal cultivators, they would have the opportunity to break this limit and reach the level of grandmaster.
After reaching the Grand Master level in martial arts, one can already pose a threat to cultivators in the first three levels of Qi Refining. This is also the ultimate pursuit of the martial artists of the Loose Cultivator Alliance.
Chen Luo didn't look at the masked man again. His storage bag was filled with several large gourds of Qi-nourishing Pills.
The other party was also very tactful. After thanking me, he immediately got up and started driving.
The carriage slowly drove towards Tingzhuyuan. The name of Tingzhuyuan was changed by Zhu Jie after she arrived. She threw away the plaque of Wendao Pavilion left by Zhou Tianyang because she thought it was unlucky.
Long bamboo street.
People were busy in the cold wind, the steamed buns were coming out of the steaming buns shop, the owner was shouting. Not far away, the blacksmith in the blacksmith shop was hammering the iron in his hand, the red furnace was emitting heat waves, dispelling a lot of the coldness of this severe winter.
Because the temperature around the blacksmith shop was high, a group of children gathered around the stove. These children were playing games at the door of the blacksmith shop with smiles on their faces.
Their world is simple. As long as they are full, the rest is happiness.
The world of immortal cultivators.
Far away from them.
Chen Luo sat in the carriage, looking at the hustle and bustle outside the window.
Compared with the world of ordinary people, the world of cultivators is somewhat cold, like two pictures, two worlds.
“Is it the end of the year?”
Chen Luo suddenly asked.
The cold wind blew past, blowing up the yellow leaves on the ground. People passing by shuddered, tightened their collars around their necks, and continued walking.
"It's already the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month."
The masked man driving the car was stunned for a moment, and quickly responded. He didn't expect Chen Luo to suddenly ask such a question.
In the eyes of ordinary people like them, immortal cultivators are immortal and will not change for dozens or hundreds of years. His father's generation joined the Loose Cultivator Alliance, and he still remembers an immortal he saw when he was a child. He was so beautiful when he was young, and he is still as beautiful now that he has grown up.
Only he is growing up and getting older slowly.
Sometimes he would think about it.
What exactly are spiritual roots? Why don’t I have them?
The average life span of ordinary people in She Country is 80 years. Thirty or forty years is almost half of the life span for ordinary people. But for a Taoist cultivator with a life span of 150 years, thirty years is not enough to change their appearance. This gives many mortals an illusion.
Those who practice Taoism are immortal.
"Twenty-eight already?"
Chen Luo looked at the scene receding behind him again and said nothing more.
Seeing this, the masked man shut his mouth wisely.
The carriage drove through the long street and soon arrived at the Tingzhu Courtyard. After Zhu Jie moved in, she renovated the Tingzhu Courtyard. She demolished all the rockery pavilions left by Zhou Tianyang and planted bamboo forests. Three years later, the bamboos in the forest grew a large area, looking lush and green, and very beautiful.
"arrive."
The masked man got off the carriage and stood respectfully at the door.
It was not a place he could enter. Chen Luo did not force it, and got off the carriage and went in alone.
The disciples of the Loose Cultivator Alliance from Tingzhu Court hurried over to greet them.
"Master Chen, Deacon Zhu is already waiting for you inside."
The person who was speaking was a cultivator who had just joined the Loose Cultivator Alliance.
With the cultivation level of the first level of Qi Refining, he is already a god to those warriors outside who have no spiritual roots. But in front of people like Chen Luo, he is just an errand boy.
"Lead the way."
Chen Luo responded and followed the man into the yard.
After passing through the bamboo forest, the two came to a secluded courtyard.
“Ah…you bitches…I…ugh!!”
Before they got close, they heard screams coming from the yard. The Loose Cultivator Alliance disciples and Chen Luo were already used to it. They pushed the door open with blank expressions and walked in. As soon as they entered, they saw a corpse lying in the yard.
The corpse died in a miserable state. The skin all over the body was scratched and blood was oozing from the ears, nose, mouth and eyes. The eyes were wide open and did not close until death.
"Didn't make it?"
Chen Luo walked over and asked.
The dead bodies on the ground were all evil cultivators captured by the Loose Cultivator Alliance for testing drugs and practicing. Such people were "materials" in the Loose Cultivator Alliance, and were sold at a clearly marked price. Chen Luo had previously refined a lot of "foundation-building pills", but because the efficacy was unstable, he asked Zhu Jie to buy some "materials" from the Loose Cultivator Alliance to test the effects of the pills.
So far, the results seem to be very good.
"Are you sure it wasn't a poison pill?"
Zhu Jie looked at Chen Luo who walked in and asked with a look of suspicion on her face.
In the past six months, she has used poison pills to feed more than fifty people to death. Even if the "materials" in the alliance are cheap, she can't bear so many deaths.
"It's not easy to make effective pills for our level. His sacrifice is worth it."
Chen Luo did not tell Zhu Jie that these pills were the "Foundation Building Pills" he was testing. The reputation of the Foundation Building Pills was too big, and if it were spread out, it would easily attract some unnecessary attention.
Walking forward and squatting beside the corpse, Chen Luo began to examine it carefully.
The blood of the corpse was purple-black in color. After it flowed onto the ground, it polluted the surrounding soil. Some black poisonous insects were secretly drinking the blood nearby. However, these insects could not withstand the poison in the blood and died after drinking two sips.
So in addition to the dead body, there were also the corpses of a dozen centipedes and several cockroaches nearby.
Why is it so toxic?
Chen Luo was a little confused.
During the process of refining the Foundation Building Pill, the herbs he used were all non-toxic. Theoretically, the pills made from these non-toxic herbs would have no effect at best, and it was absolutely impossible for them to be so toxic.
Unless there is something wrong with the pharmacological combination.
This problem is the kind that even the deer demon’s brain cannot perceive.
"Have you found the reason?"
Zhu Jie also squatted down. She was not an alchemist and didn't understand the ins and outs of it.
Any of the four arts of cultivation is difficult for ordinary cultivators to master. Alchemists are like this. People with insufficient qualifications cannot refine a finished pill even if they burn all the resources of a sect, because the two skills of drug perception and flame manipulation are too dependent on talent.
"It should be a problem with the Concentrating Spirit Grass."
Chen Luo reached out and touched the corpse's forehead, and a ray of invisible energy flowed into his arm.
"You bastards from the Loose Cultivators' Alliance, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost."
Ignoring the useless obsessions, Chen Luo took advantage of the fact that the other party had just died and read the information he wanted from these obsessions. The pill did not kill people directly after it entered their mouths. It also played a role in promoting spiritual power at the beginning, but later it turned to the twelve meridians and began to deteriorate.
What determines this part of the medicinal effect is the Ningshen Grass, one of the main ingredients of the Foundation Building Pill!
"Nervous-Concentrating Grass? This medicine is not easy to buy."
Zhu Jie frowned.
Although she didn't know the ingredients for the foundation-building pill, she knew the price of the spiritual medicine. In the market, the price of the spirit-condensing grass was extremely expensive, and it was a spiritual material controlled by the three major sects. Even if ordinary casual cultivators wanted to buy it, they had no way to do so.
There is no such herb within their scattered cultivator alliance.
"Is it necessary to use the Ning Shen Grass? There are other alternatives." Zhu Jie couldn't help but ask.
"This is the effect of refining after substitution."
Chen Luo pointed at the corpse on the ground.
The other party's useless brain dissipated after he read it. At this level, ordinary brains are no longer meaningful to him.
"trouble."
Zhu Jie sighed.
"I'll ask the brothers in the alliance to help think of a solution, but you'd better not hold your hopes too high. The Soul-Concentrating Grass is a herb controlled by the three major sects. Even we may not be able to get it."
"Take a look. If you have it, that's great. If not, it doesn't matter."
Chen Luo did not force it.
He had roughly figured it out now. The three major sects not only had difficulty with the knowledge related to the foundation-building pill, but also with the core medicine. No wonder there were so few independent cultivators who successfully built their foundation outside. Their roots had been cut off by someone.
After saying goodbye to Zhu Jie, Chen Luo turned and went to the mass grave outside Mushan City.
The old mummy ghost has slept long enough, it's time to wake him up.
Chen Luo remembered that he still had a recipe for the Foundation Building Pill, but was missing only one main ingredient. From what he said, he still had clues about the last main ingredient.
(End of this chapter)
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