A dusty young man pushed open the door of the courtyard where Mr. Chen lived. He seemed to be familiar with the place and kept saying sorry.

"Master, I didn't mind the furnace explosion before, but from now on, you have to be more careful when the master is at home."

Butler Zhao's face was filled with helplessness. How could he get angry at a second-level alchemist who was acting in such a manner?

Normally, he was usually silent, but this time when Mr. Chen was at home, he had to say a few words.

"Yes, yes."

The young man Mo Huan, not knowing whether he heard it clearly or not, kept nodding. When he learned that the owner had moved in, he looked at Chen Sheng and said, "You are the owner of this courtyard. Mo is honored."

He was really a gentle and polite person, but he was too "careless". His alchemy furnace exploded one after another, disturbing the neighbors.

"Master Mo, have you reached a bottleneck?"

Chen Sheng looked at Mo Huan with great interest. The noise of the furnace exploding was very loud, which was the fluctuation of refining the second-level elixir.

This shows that one has already made it to the next level. However, this time there have been a lot of twists and turns, so I guess one has encountered difficulties.

"It's just a little thing, it's nothing."

Mo Huan waved his hands with a good attitude. He was not affected by the furnace explosion at all. Perhaps he was used to it.

He came quickly, left quickly, and exploded quickly.

After only half an hour's rest, another earth-shaking noise was heard from next door, and an alchemy furnace was faintly visible, jumping half a foot high, which was extremely spectacular.

"Sir, this..."

Butler Zhao felt both uncomfortable and helpless. Mo Huan knew he was wrong, but he refused to change and was determined to make the elixir.

"Let him be."

Mr. Chen waved his hand and smiled.

"It's an accident. What an accident."

On the other side of the wall, in another courtyard, Mo Huan apologized loudly but did not come over.

"boom"

"boom"

"boom"

Mo Huan really hit a threshold and just couldn't get over it, but he was tenacious and would not give up even if he hit a wall. His furnace exploded four or five times a day, and one time it exploded so hard that you could hear his panting.

"When will this day end? The patrol officers are gone. Are you going to do nothing about it?"

The biggest impact was naturally on Mr. Chen's yard. Butler Zhao held his head, looking helpless, and started to grumble to the sheriff.

“It’s really a bit excessive.”

Chen Sheng was no longer unmoved. He was not angry, but because Mo Huan had burned too many spiritual herbs. He said, "It's a waste of natural resources."

This indomitable spirit is worthy of praise, but the furnace-blasting technique is really disappointing.

"Boom boom boom"

He took three or two steps and came to Mo Huan's courtyard gate. He bent his fingers and knocked on them with his knuckles. The sound was dull and spread out slowly.

"Who is it? I'm busy."

Mo Huan ran to open the door impatiently. He was already thinking about the next steps of refining the elixir in his mind and didn't want to say any more nonsense.

Outside the door, he saw who was coming, his expression changed, a smile appeared on his face, and he said, "It's you, are you here to visit?"

Guilty conscience.

In the past few days, the furnace had exploded quite violently, and sometimes he even felt that it was excessive. However, when no one came to criticize him, he gave up the idea and concentrated on studying the way of alchemy.

"Let me see you make the elixir, okay?"

Mr. Chen decided to give Mo Huan some advice. It is not a good idea to work in isolation. Dozens of furnace explosions have proven this.

"become."

This request made Mo Huan stunned for a moment, but since they were not here to disturb him, he had to make the elixir anyway, and having one more person watching would not affect anything, so he simply agreed.

He really treated Chen Sheng as a spectator and prepared for alchemy on his own, with a warm look in his heart and eyes.

“Buzz…”

The battered alchemy furnace once again ignited the alchemy fire. The bright flames illuminated the void, and the formations that had been set up emerged, covering up all the strange phenomena.

This is because there are too many explosion furnaces, so Mo Huan asked someone to set up a shielding formation in order to isolate the inside and the outside and avoid external influences.

However, the destruction of the second-level elixir caused too much noise, and some of its power still leaked out, which made people melancholy.

"He is gentle and polite, not fussy about details. He may not be thorough in his actions, but he is considerate and is a person worth making friends with."

This formation made Chen Sheng's impression of Mo Huan better. At least the other party had considered it and put it into practice. If the effect was not satisfactory, that was another matter.

"Whoosh"

Mo Huan began to make the elixir. He snapped his hands and the spiritual herbs nearby flew into the elixir furnace one by one, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. The elixir fire was swaying, and seemed to flicker unpredictably.

"You must have learned the alchemy skills by yourself."

Normally, it is taboo to disturb someone during the process of refining the elixir, and it is best not to speak. However, when Chen Sheng saw Mo Huan's technique, he already knew the reason why the other party had failed repeatedly.

"How do you know?"

Mo Huan said in surprise.

"Too wild."

Mr. Chen could only say that his foundation in alchemy was too poor, and he was purely relying on his talent to make the elixir. There were probably various reasons for the furnace to explode each time.

"Slander! I am a second-level alchemist."

Mo Huan shouted that his status as a second-level alchemist was not obtained by boasting. He had also accepted commissions and refined second-level pills for others, so he had some fame.

"The furnace is going to explode."

Mr. Chen smiled but said nothing and reminded.

"boom"

As soon as he finished speaking, the towering alchemy furnace became unstable. A trace of the medicinal properties of the spiritual herb leaked out and touched another place, causing chaos everywhere. A surge of energy exploded from the alchemy furnace.

There was another familiar loud noise, shaking all directions, and the burnt smell from the furnace mouth rushed into the sky like black water.

It's also because the alchemy furnace is of good quality, with a faint hint of the Taoist charm of a third-level artifact, otherwise it would not have lasted so long.

"How did you know the furnace was going to explode? Are you also an alchemist?"

Mo Huan was covered in dust and dirt. He looked around the alchemy furnace and found that everything was fine. He then walked around Chen Sheng again. He was very concerned about the reminder just now.

"Yes, your fire control is too poor, and your understanding of spiritual herbs is not enough. You need to learn more about it."

Mr. Chen told the truth, Mo Huan’s talent was not bad, but his deficiencies in alchemy skills were everywhere, and he relied on a spiritual support.

"I am a second-level alchemist."

Mo Huan said unconvinced.

"Then why do you keep failing in refining the second-level Bishengdan?"

Chen Sheng did not argue, his expression was calm, and he said: "Are there any other spiritual herbs that can be used to refine the Bishengdan?"

He saw a passion for alchemy from Mo Huan and was willing to give him some pointers, otherwise he would have turned around and left long ago.

"How did you..."

Mo Huan was shocked, but he never said what kind of elixir he was refining. Chen Sheng was sure that it was accurate. He lost his stubbornness and said, "The green grass spirit herb is here."

He took out some spiritual herbs, intending to further explore Chen Sheng's background and see if he was really an expert in alchemy.

“Buzz…”

Chen Sheng didn't waste any words and didn't move out the Wuxuan furnace. Instead, he used Mo Huan's alchemy furnace and the spiritual herbs given by Mo Huan.

I haven't made pills for a long time, but when the fire of the pill in my hand rose, a sense of naturalness and smoothness arose spontaneously.

Chen Sheng started a fire in the furnace. With a thought, he threw a spiritual herb into the furnace. After being tempered by the flames, it turned into a crystal ball.

He was very adept at refining second-level elixirs, and could even process a variety of spiritual herbs in a single thought. However, in order to allow Mo Huan to see clearly, every step was done in a standardized and standard manner.

Just like that, every spiritual herb was refined into medicinal liquid. The whole process was uneventful and there were no accidents at all.

He began to integrate pharmacology.

The medicinal properties of the several spiritual herbs used in Bishengdan were conflicting. He deliberately identified them and prepared them together in front of Mo Huan, finding a balance in the conflict and completing the finishing touch.

"Buzz"

Finally, all kinds of pharmacological effects were melted into one and condensed into a precious pill. It was filled with aura and surrounded by divine mist, with a hint of golden immortality, reaching the most perfect level.

Even the most picky alchemist would have to admit that this was a flawless Bi Sheng Dan.

"Did you see it clearly?"

Mr. Chen withdrew his hand, turned around and looked back, his eyes were calm, he was dressed in white, without any worldly air, he was truly otherworldly.

"I have a rough idea of ​​it."

Mo Huan was mesmerized by what he saw. Chen Sheng's alchemy skills were so advanced that he understood what a top alchemist was. He was impressed and said, "Master, can I bother you if I have nothing to do?"

His foundation in alchemy was indeed weak, but he was extremely talented and looked down on mediocre second-level alchemists. Third-level alchemists were rare, so he could only explore on his own.

This time, I had the opportunity to meet Mr. Chen, and I felt like a light was shining in the empty room, illuminating the way forward.

"Okay, but I may not stay here forever."

Mr. Chen could see that Mo Huan had a passion for alchemy. He was not the kind of person who pursued fame and gain. His love for alchemy was pure.

He had a liking for such studious people and was willing to give them guidance on the way of alchemy in his spare time.

"Are you planning to get an official position in the capital of God?"

Mo Huan was delighted to see Mr. Chen agree, but felt disappointed when he heard that it might not last long.

"Yes, I don't know the details yet."

When Chen Sheng first arrived in the capital, his first step was to find a place to stay, which he had already accomplished. The next step was to go to the Runan Marquis's mansion to meet the third young master and seek the position of a subordinate keeper of the treasury.

"If you have any difficulties, tell me, maybe I can help you."

Mo Huan nodded to show his understanding. In this divine city, there were countless beings who were eager for a path to advancement and become famous throughout the world.

"Haha, thank you in advance."

Mr. Chen chuckled.

…

The Mansion of Marquis of Runan.

Even in the capital city where every inch of land is valuable, it still occupies a vast area with endless pavilions and towers. What is even more awe-inspiring is the quaintness that has been accumulated over the years, which cannot be compared with the homes of wealthy merchants.

After Chen Sheng and Butler Zhao inquired about the location of the Runan Marquis' Mansion, they went there immediately. They saw two rows of guards standing on the steps of the gate, and walked forward without fear.

"Who are you? Is there anything wrong?"

A guard stopped Chen Sheng and asked him why he was there.

This situation is too common. There are people visiting the Runan Marquis Mansion every day. Some of them are there to make connections, while others are just reckless people who come here headlong.

"I'm from the Dingzhen Chamber of Commerce, looking for the third son of the Marquis' Mansion."

Mr. Chen introduced himself.

"The Third Young Master is not here."

The guard shook his head. The third young master of the mansion did not return home last night, so he could not be notified immediately.

“I see.”

Mr. Chen did not force it and turned to leave. Since the third young master of the Marquis's Mansion was not there, he would come back another day.

Butler Zhao was still thinking about Chen Sheng going out to look for a job, but in the blink of an eye he saw him coming back and asked, "Sir, is everything going well?"

It's too short.

It was only about half an hour, and if they were having a pleasant conversation, it would be time to add more wine and start the feast.

"He's not here."

Mr. Chen said calmly.

"It is said that this person is free and easy and romantic. I guess he is out."

It was a pity for Butler Zhao that the third son of the Runan Marquis's Mansion was a free and easy-going man who did not follow the etiquette of some aristocratic families. He was also a lavish spender and was short of money, so he asked Lu Wangsheng to find him and give him money to pave the way.

Otherwise, it would be very difficult for a chamber of commerce in Fencheng to ask a son of a marquis to do something for them.

"Go again the next day."

Mr. Chen didn't believe it. The third son of the Runan Marquis's Mansion was having a good time outside and didn't come home day or night.

The truth is…

The scene from yesterday was repeated, and it was still the same guard .

Mr. Chen went there five times, and after half a month, the reply he got was still "The third young master has not returned."

In this regard, the guards felt tired for Mr. Chen. The Third Young Master came back once during the journey, but was called out again before he could open his mouth.

"Do you know... where the other person is?"

Mr. Chen thought that he couldn't wait any longer. If he missed the opportunity for selection, it would be useless to meet the person again.

"Phoenix Pavilion."

The guard replied.

"So free and easy."

Mr. Chen had been in Shendu for some time and had some common sense, such as the fact that this "Fenglou" was a well-known place of entertainment and a real den of money.

Thinking about Butler Zhao's understanding of the "Third Young Master", he realized that it was indeed correct, so he set out to look for him.

Before Mr. Chen approached Fenglou, he could already smell the scent of rouge floating in the air. It was so delicate and elegant that he wanted to linger there.

He looked up and saw palaces all around him. Among them, there was one that was the tallest and most imposing, with a sense of golden splendor.

It is still daytime, but when darkness falls, the lights of thousands of houses illuminate the sky. Looking down from the attic, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the river and mountains with a beautiful woman by your side, how pleasant it will be.

"The prosperous place of the immortal way is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people."

Chen Sheng murmured something and stepped into the Feng Tower. What he saw was a luxurious scene. The base was golden. It was not gold, but better than gold. It was paved with a century-old spiritual wood, which gave off a warm glow and illuminated the whole room beautifully.

There is a touch of elegance in the luxury, with tall bamboos covering the walls, the sound of musical instruments faintly heard, and beautiful women playing with shadows.

"Where to begin?"

Mr. Chen walked aimlessly. The Feng Pavilion was huge, with many rooms and hidden secrets. It was a mixed crowd, so it was very difficult to find someone there.

"Sir, do you have any girls you know?"

At this time, a woman came down the stairs. She had a graceful figure, a fragrance swaying in the wind, bright eyes, and a charming look. She walked up to Mr. Chen and started talking to him.

"I'm here to find someone."

Chen Sheng said calmly.

“The guests who come here are all looking for someone.”

With a warm smile, she could see that Chen Sheng had a calm demeanor and the demeanor of a hermit, not the kind of tourist who roamed the world, so she couldn't help but joke.

"I'm looking for the third son of Runan Marquis Mansion."

Mr. Chen is not too concerned about romantic matters. People who indulge in love will definitely be burdened by love and will not be able to achieve the right path.

This behavior can be called boring, but Nuanqing found it interesting and said, "I came to Fenglou to find a man. This makes me sad."

This man was open-minded, gentle and polite, and a true practitioner of Taoism. She relaxed for a rare moment and started joking with him.

"Is he here?"

Mr. Chen smiled and didn't explain anything, but just asked again.

Seeing that he had no intention of pulling her, Nuan Qing stopped joking and said gently, "Forget it, I'll take you there."

(End of this chapter)