There are white clouds on the lonely mountain and a quiet atmosphere.

Chen Sheng and Hu Yun suppressed the skinny old man, and under the gazes of the three Golden Elixir Immortals of Liuhe Village looking at the God of Plague, they moved away and entered another world.

"We have no grudges against each other, why are you arresting me?"

Under the suppression of the exquisite pearl, the skinny old man crawled like a wild beast. He no longer had the capital to be arrogant, and his tone softened.

He and Mr. Chen did not have any hatred towards each other in the beginning, but it took only a moment for the situation to develop into a life-and-death struggle.

"I want to know a secret from you."

Mr. Chen's eyes were shining. He was very curious. He wanted to understand first and then make plans later.

"Is this the attitude to ask for help?"

The skinny old man crawling on the ground raised his head slightly, as if he had gained some confidence and was fighting against his mortal enemy.

"Oh."

Chen Sheng chuckled, slapped it down, and pressed the skinny old man's head down again, saying, "Just answer whatever I ask you."

The life and death of the skinny old man was in his hands, and the other party had no right to bargain.

"Six hundred years ago, Emperor Yuanliang died suddenly and the Imperial Master disappeared. What was the reason?"

After a moment of hesitation, Chen Sheng finally expressed his doubts. He urgently needed someone who knew the truth to tell him the truth of that year.

"Why? I don't know!"

Hearing this, the skinny old man was stunned, and looked at Chen Sheng in a speechless look, as if to say, such a huge secret, and you actually come to ask me.

"Then what do you know? The reason why the Dragon Guards were defeated in Yunze? The source of your strange cultivation?"

Chen Sheng let out a light breath and gave up the idea of ​​seeing the source. He focused his eyes on the skinny old man. The other party was magical, or weird. The fire source in his heart could actually break through the barrier between the golden elixir and the primordial infant.

"That's what you ask people."

The skinny old man lay on the ground with his head pressed to the ground by Mr. Chen, looking unwilling.

"If you don't tell me, I will refine you into a great medicine."

Chen Sheng felt a little anxious, but when he saw the skinny old man being stubborn, his eyes turned unfriendly.

“Buzz…”

He brought out the Wuxuan furnace, and the elixir fire came out, illuminating the inside and outside with a bright red glow, as if a purgatory had been opened.

"I said..."

Inside the alchemy furnace, there was a magma purgatory, and outside the alchemy furnace, Chen Sheng was the big devil. The skinny old man could not offend either side, so he finally gave in.

To get back to the point, Mr. Chen’s three questions were actually just one question.

That year, the Longxiong guards came to Yunze with a terrifying edge. One after another, the immortal sects were swept away, and the aristocratic families were destroyed. It seemed that they wanted to clean up the world and create a new world.

The situation in Yunze seems to be clear.

Then, something changed. A divine messenger came holding a black bowl and bestowed the blood of the underworld on dozens of powerful families.

They relied on this to become stronger, and Yunze caused chaos again, and in the end both sides suffered losses.

"Is this the true meaning of the word 'blood of the underworld'?"

Chen Sheng murmured that the blood of the underworld had magical powers. Taking the skinny old man as an example, it could break the barriers between the great realms and control the combat power of the Nascent Soul level.

He was looking forward to it and wanted to know more, so he asked, "Where's your supervisor? Where is he?"

That divine messenger came with a black bowl in his hand, granting the strong the power to surpass their limits. There are so many things worth digging into about his identity and origin.

"No."

The skinny old man shook his head, met Chen Sheng's dangerous eyes, and said quickly: "Really not, the envoy left without a problem, but I was hoping that the lord would come back and need help, so I reorganized Yunze and waited for an opportunity, but unexpectedly..."

His status was not high at that time, so he was not qualified to accept the blood of the underworld. It was after the war, when he dug out the corpses from the ruins, refined them into a ball of essence and blood, and swallowed it, thus gaining the ability to cross a great realm.

Afterwards, he secretly controlled Yunze and waited for the arrival of the messenger of God, but he did not wait for him, and it was Chen Sheng who suppressed him.

"The clue is lost again."

The light in Chen Sheng's eyes dimmed a little bit, and he felt a little disappointed. He had never expected this to be the result.

The skinny old man is no longer interested in those secrets and opportunities. The water here is too complicated and it is not something he can get involved in. After this time, he should choose to retire.

"What nonsense."

Chen Sheng smiled and slapped down with his palm, smashing the skinny old man's crown. The fight had come to this point, so there was no way he would let the tiger go back to the mountains.

Then...

He and Hu Yun used the teleportation array to return to the capital.

…

Washing clothes lane.

"Why is Fellow Daoist Chen out again? I didn't even meet him the last time he came back."

Jiang Ming's face was filled with depression. Ever since that conversation over a glass of wine, he felt a long-lost tranquility in the yard.

Unfortunately, Mr. Chen is not here, just like a corner of the golden bowl is missing, which is always a bit regrettable.

"Butler Zhao, didn't your boss say when he would be back?"

Mo Huan's alchemy skills are very advanced, and he needs some advice from the "master", so he is waiting.

"No."

Butler Zhao took a broom and swept away the dust. Facing the two geniuses' inquiries, he said helplessly, "Just wait."

As the housekeeper, he is no longer lonely, as he can always hear chattering voices in his ears.

“I don’t know how long I have to wait.”

Jiang Ming said to himself.

"It is a blessing to have Daoist Fellow Jiang think about me."

At this time, a chuckle was heard, and then Chen Sheng walked out slowly, followed by Hu Yun. The two of them stood tall and straight, like unyielding swords, extremely imposing.

“I’m back.”

"Where have you been?"

Jiang Ming said in surprise.

And Mo Huan knew something. Chen Sheng left with Hu Yun. Using a person who was invincible below the Nascent Soul stage would definitely lead to a big battle.

"I went to Yunze to do some work, and I've finished it."

Mr. Chen said simply.

Those secrets were too heavy for Mo Huan and Jiang Ming, so it was better for them not to know.

"Please, Butler Zhao, prepare the banquet."

Jiang Ming was happy and missed the intimacy at the banquet, so he gave Butler Zhao a storage bag and asked him to sell wine and purchase groceries.

Butler Zhao glanced at Mr. Chen, received an affirmative look, and then walked out with a smile.

"Master, someone asked me to refine a third-level elixir, but you know that my ability is limited. Will you take this job?"

During the break, Mo Huan came up to Chen Sheng and talked about something. It was a commission to refine medicine. It was a pity that his skills were limited, otherwise he would have accepted it.

"What about the reward?"

Mr. Chen said casually.

"Three portions of raw materials for Huangya Fuqi Pills, only one pill is needed, and there is also a medicine refining shop in Shendu."

Since Mo Huan has asked for it, the reward must be high, but he only wants success and not failure. Many third-level alchemists dare not take this commission because the requirements are too high.

"A top-level third-level elixir? I'll take it."

Mr. Chen agreed without hesitation. It was indeed good to have a property that could not only make pills but also produce a steady supply of cultivation resources.

(End of this chapter)