Wuzhiqi the Elder instantly transformed into human form.
Her white, tousled hair was tied back and floated with the seawater.
He squatted down in front of the white jade box, poking at the pills with his hands while muttering to himself.
"Top-grade pills, pill patterns, pill patterns, every single one has pill patterns!"
The eight grains had the same aroma, indicating they came from the same batch!
My God! The art of alchemy has welcomed a genius!
The strange and rambling manner of the Old Ancestor Wuzhiqi startled Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi.
This was the first time they had ever seen their ancestor act so erratically.
Song Chen smiled faintly:
“Ancestor, although alchemy can be very profitable, the quantity of herbs is scarce, so it’s not a sustainable business.”
However, the cooking ingredients needed by the Spirit Chef can be harvested in large quantities after simple planting.
Ancestor Wuzhiqi raised his head, frowned, and retorted:
"No! The way of alchemy requires a lot of practice; practice makes perfect."
"What if you only know how to cook, and your alchemy skills become rusty?"
Zhao Ziyi waved his hand and smiled:
"Ancestor, you're overthinking it. Song Chen only needs to familiarize himself with it once or twice before his skills return. Each batch of pills yields around 20 pills, with a minimum of eight top-grade pills. It's very consistent!"
Wuzhiqi, the old ancestor, choked on his breath and almost couldn't choke up.
He said angrily:
"Once you fall into depravity, Heaven will take away your talent!"
You have such great talent, don't waste it!
What if I can't find my rhythm next time?
At this moment, Ancestor Wuzhiqi was somewhat agitated, and the surrounding seawater was surging. It was clear that he was truly angry.
Song Chen quickly comforted him:
"Don't worry, Ancestor. I'm not relying on luck to find the right feel for it. My achievements in alchemy are entirely due to my true strength."
Moreover, besides alchemy, I am also proficient in other spells, and my talent in them is not low.
When I was cultivating myself, I really couldn't make a choice, so I simply chose to become a chef.
Don't worry, I will practice each technique from time to time to improve my proficiency in crafting.
The refined products are enough for Ziyi and me.
With the Spicy Palace around, I have no intention of selling these magical treasures, talismans, elixirs, formations, or inscriptions.
Ancestor Wuzhiqi was dumbfounded. What had he just heard?
At this moment, he looked at Song Chen as if he were looking at a monster.
Wuzhiqi swallowed hard and asked:
Do you know what you're saying?
Zhao Ziyi sighed and took out three white jade boxes from his storage bag.
"Click, click, click."
The white jade boxes were placed next to the medicine boxes, and the lids were all lifted up.
Wuzhiqi, the old ancestor, squatted down and examined the box.
"The fourth-tier array flags are all grade ten!"
"Fourth-tier talismans, all of them grade ten!"
"The inscriptions are all of the tenth grade!"
Wuzhiqi, the old ancestor, plopped down on the seabed and scratched his head in confusion.
He really didn't know why Song Chen could master so many spells, and that he had amazing talent in each one!
Suddenly, Ancestor Wuzhiqi thought of Song Chen's chaotic energy and his eight spiritual roots.
He murmured:
"I overlooked it, I've been overlooking it all along!"
"Your ability to refine chaotic energy is already extraordinary, but now, with such strong magical talent, it seems to be the right thing to do!"
Zhao Ziyi shook his head and sighed:
"Ancestor, don't be sad. Be careful not to let your cultivation foundation become unstable. Don't be discouraged by Song Chen. Think about it, he has eight spiritual roots, and his advancement speed is not as fast as mine. Doesn't that make you feel better?"
Upon hearing this, Patriarch Wuzhiqi glanced at the two of them and realized it was indeed true.
He coughed twice, trying to salvage some face, and said:
"Ahem, I was just marveling at the existence of such talent in this world. Once you two grow up, your future will be immeasurable! Keep up the good work!"
Song Chen nodded and smiled:
"Thank you for your kind words, Ancestor."
Wuzhiqi, the patriarch, transformed back into a giant ape and stretched out his hands towards the two of them:
"Come on up, let's continue our journey. After passing through the bone forest in the deep-sea hunting reserve, we will be able to cross the sea and enter the rivers."
Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi climbed back onto the palm of the Wuzhiqi Ancestor, and were then placed on its broad shoulders.
Wuzhiqi, the patriarch, was a hundred meters tall, with shoulders wide enough for a horse to run across and fists wide enough for a person to stand on; he was incredibly strong.
The two landed steadily on his shoulders, then gripped Wuzhiqi's monkey hair tightly.
After walking through the bone forest, Ancestor Wuzhiqi began running again.
After leaving the deep-sea hunting reserve, the underwater light disappeared, and the deep-sea grassland also vanished.
The deep sea returned to its silent, dark, and eerie state.
Because the three of them concealed their presence, they occasionally bumped into ugly deep-sea fish.
In the pitch-black depths of the sea, where none of them can see each other, these fish grow haphazardly and in a rather haphazard manner.
When they come across a particularly delicious fish, Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi will grab it and toss it into their storage bags.
Three hours later.
The color of the seawater gradually faded.
The dark, pitch-black deep sea turned deep blue.
The sunlight was already reaching a small patch of the seabed.
Wuzhiqi Patriarch's figure then shrank slightly.
Three more hours passed.
The impact of the water flow increased, and the seawater salt concentration appeared to decrease.
Zhao Ziyi felt his body become a little heavier.
He asked:
"Ancestor, have we left the sea by now?"
Ancestor Wuzhiqi nodded:
"Yes, we are now at the mouth of a river."
Passing through the estuary, we can cross this river and reach the center of the True Treasure Continent, entering the Cloud Dream Marsh.
To avoid being discovered that the thirteen demon clans are collaborating, we should travel by water, as it is the safest route.
The demon race was in dire straits recently; they even sold their large teleportation array. Otherwise, we wouldn't have resorted to this tactic.
Song Chen asked in confusion:
"After we finish what we've done, do we have to go back the way we came?"
Ancestor Wuzhiqi nodded:
"Of course not, we can reach the territories of the other demon races directly by crossing the river."
When the time comes, would you like to join the Azure Phoenix Clan or the Flood Dragon Clan?
Or perhaps return to the territory of the Star Nexus Celestial Fox Clan?
Spicy Palace is right by the river, and we can even follow the river flow directly back to Spicy Palace.
"There's no place under heaven, by water or land, that I can't go!"
Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi exchanged a glance and smiled.
"Then let's go back to Spicy Palace. We haven't been back for a year. It'll be a good opportunity to see how Xiao Shi is managing Spicy Palace."
And the second anniversary celebration is just around the corner, so I need to prepare more boxed lunches, and also collect spirit fire, secret realm keys, and the profits from various milk tea shops.”
For eleven months after they left, the two communicated with Xiao Shi through Ancestor Wuzhiqi and Ancestor Qingluan.
Now, thinking about going home, the two couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic.
Wuzhiqi, the patriarch, laughed heartily:
"Alright, then we'll go straight from Yunmengze to Xinla Palace! You two hold on tight, I need to speed up and go against the current to get through the estuary."
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