The sound of the flute spread, carrying with it a change of mood, across time and space, and it was already two hundred years later.

The once remote and quiet laundry lane has become bustling. The residence of a fourth-rank alchemy master has attracted many alchemists who also flocked around, wanting to get a glimpse of the top-grade alchemy.

The fact is, they really did figure out the true meaning a lot. Sometimes it would take one or two months, sometimes half a year, and there would be continuous thunder strikes, and the scene of the pill being formed was quite spectacular.

"Butler Zhao..."

Mr. Chen still looked the same. Time had not left any trace on him. He did not care about the alchemists around him peeking at him while he was making the elixir.

He shouted, and a young man came over. He had the bearing of a strong man, but in this yard, he always regarded himself as a subordinate.

This is Butler Zhao. The grace that Butler Zhao asked for back then was finally used thirty years later.

In a blink of an eye, the naive boy from that year has become calm and versatile. With the help of his title as the steward of a fourth-rank alchemy master, he has gained many opportunities and his path of cultivation is smooth.

"Boss, do you have any instructions?"

Butler Zhao had a respectful look, vaguely resembling his grandfather. He never violated the principles of a "butler" and was very loyal and dedicated.

"Send this third-level elixir to Zi Ling Tang, and ask Fu Ling if he can refine third-level elixirs. If he can, he can refine the third-level old elixir things by himself in the future, and he doesn't need to go through me anymore."

Mr. Chen handed over a pill and mentioned a person, it was Fuling, the hired worker of Ziling Hall back then, who still persisted when everyone left. Now he is a Jindan Zhenren and a quasi-third-level alchemy master.

"I'll go right away."

Butler Zhao bowed and went out to do some business. Some people came up to him to make friends, and he responded with a smile. He walked stumblingly along the 100-meter-long laundry alley, and received a lot of envy.

Although he is just a steward, as the steward of a fourth-level alchemy master, he is different and has considerable reputation.

Half an hour later, Butler Zhao came and walked into a medicine hall. It was quite large, with palaces hidden behind, and many gates and courtyards lined up. It was built very elegantly.

The fragrance of elixir fills the air and the charm of spirit floats in the air.

Obviously, there are specialized alchemists, at least dozens of them, who are refining pills at the same time. The fire in the furnace is burning brightly, and the luck is also strong.

This is the Ziling Hall. It has long since changed from its small appearance to become a medicine hall that cannot be ignored in the capital of Gods.

A force with a fourth-rank alchemist in charge, even if it does not have enormous wealth, still gains the respect of many people.

"Master Zhao, are you sending pills again?"

A young man who looked like a handyman was very polite to Butler Zhao. Although he was a first-class alchemist, he did not have much prestige in Zi Ling Tang.

"Seal it well. This is a third-level elixir, made by the owner. It is extremely precious."

Butler Zhao had dealt with the odd-job boy many times and was considered an acquaintance of him. He handed the third-grade elixir he had brought to him and asked him to keep it well.

"I understand."

The odd job boy held the jade bottle in his hand and took a look at the elixir inside. His eyes were filled with strange light and deep amazement.

It was also in Zi Ling Tang. If it were somewhere else, as a first-level alchemist, he would never have the chance to see a third-level elixir even if he worked for a hundred or eighty years.

"Fuling! The boss asked me to bring you a message."

After delivering the pills, Manager Zhao called out, and he had other instructions that had not yet been conveyed.

"Manager Zhao, I'll go inside and call Master Fuling."

This sound caused the hand of the odd job boy who was placing the third-level pills to tremble slightly. He quickly finished the work and ran to the butler Zhao, volunteering to call for help.

This person, too, did not have much respect for the second manager of Zi Ling Tang.

"You can't even make a third-level elixir, and you're still a master."

Butler Zhao muttered quietly. Having seen Chen Sheng's extraordinary alchemy skills many times, he really felt that Fuling was not worthy of the title of "Master".

The errand boy pretended not to hear and ran to the back hall to invite Master Fuling over.

"What did the boss bring?"

A young man walked over, his robe was stained with gray and his temples were disheveled, but judging from his demeanor, he was an absolute big shot.

"Where have you been? You don't have the dignity of an alchemist at all."

Butler Zhao glanced at Fuling and frowned slightly. Being the second shopkeeper of Zilingtang, with such honor, he brought discredit to the boss.

"The third level of alchemy is difficult."

Fuling didn't react and just sighed to himself. With the rise of Zi Ling Tang, he was like a pig in the wind, flying high.

In the past two hundred years, he has had too many opportunities, and he has often had a fourth-level alchemist to guide him. Therefore, he has great ambitions and is determined to advance to the third-level alchemy.

"This... the boss wants you to refine the third-level pill as soon as possible and accept the high-level pill refining commission from Zi Ling Tang."

Butler Zhao was speechless. It seemed that Fuling was still a little far from making a third-grade elixir.

Finally, he reminded: "You should use more medicine to flush it."

Chen Sheng never said these words, but he knew that as long as Fuling could reach the third level of alchemy, his boss would be willing to use some powerful medicines and deal with the tedious tasks.

"So, I have a clear idea in my mind."

Fuling said with a smile.

This is why he respected Butler Zhao. Just a few words made him put aside his worries and give it his all.

Butler Zhao said nothing, nodded slightly, left Zi Ling Tang, and walked back to the laundry lane.

"Da Da Da"

There was a sudden chaos in the streets and the crowd retreated like a tide. In front of them were guards wearing armor and carrying swords, holding a bright yellow object posted on the city wall.

It was an imperial edict, stating that the Great Emperor Yuanliang wanted to invite people to refine a great medicine, and invited all high-level alchemists to gather in the Divine Capital to discuss the great Dao together.

"This is a grand ceremony for alchemists."

"What kind of elixir are you refining? It must be of very high quality."

"It would be a great honor to be invited into the palace."

…

The imperial edict was surrounded by cultivators. This was a decree issued by Emperor Yuanliang. Although the specific details of alchemy were unknown, it could definitely affect the fortune of a country.

"Will the host attend?"

Butler Zhao hurried back and told Mr. Chen what he had seen and heard near the imperial city. His boss was an expert in alchemy and was sure to rise to great heights.

"Since it's a grand alchemy ceremony, I will naturally go."

Chen Sheng's eyes were dim, and no one knew what he was thinking about, but he was determined to attend this alchemy ceremony.

"The Dong family is very skilled in alchemy, so he must be the most dazzling one."

Butler Zhao felt that Mr. Chen's mood had changed and was a little different from usual, but he just thought it was the alchemy ceremony, which was grand and grand and made the boss excited.

"There are still dozens of fourth-level alchemy masters in the Yuanliang Dynasty."

Mr. Chen's thoughts gradually drifted away.

Later, Butler Zhao said something else, but he could no longer hear it and remained silent for a long time.

"Is he waiting for me?"

After an unknown amount of time, he murmured endlessly and looked towards the deep palace of the imperial city, his eyes flashing with thoughtfulness.

The matter of the Dandao Ceremony is still fermenting and has not been clarified.

When Chen Sheng returned to the storage room to take up his post, he saw a young man with a jade flute on his waist, who was reading a book. He was wearing a blue shirt and had bright eyes, looking like a modest gentleman.

That was Xiao Feng. After experiencing a change in his state of mind, his whole person became clear and smooth, extremely extraordinary.

Before Hu Yun passed away, he was still sighing that he had misjudged Xiao Feng, but he didn't expect that he would be able to come out and start a wonderful journey.

"You are becoming more and more insightful."

Mr. Chen said.

"After studying for so many years and doing things for so many years, I have become clear about it."

Xiao Feng smiled. He was also very satisfied with the current situation. He also knew the source of this change. He looked at Chen Sheng with eyes that were like a beacon.

"Have you seen the imperial edict?"

He was extremely concerned about this matter and immediately thought of Mr. Chen.

“Yes.”

Chen Sheng's heart moved. It seemed that Qin Lin's imperial edict did have great power. Not long after it came out, it had already spread widely.

I think that in distant places, many alchemists have already received the news and have come here quietly.

"Perhaps you can go to the palace and make your name known to Yuan Liang."

Xiao Feng knew that Chen Sheng was a fourth-rank alchemist, famous far and wide. However, for some reason he had been staying in the storage room for so many years. It could not be said that his fame was covered in dust, but his reputation was indeed only spread in a small range.

"I will."

Chen Sheng nodded, not for the sake of fame, but because Qin Lin's move was too abrupt. Others might think that he was going to refine some kind of great medicine. Thinking more deeply, they would just suspect that he was plotting something and be secretly alert. But he had a feeling that this so-called alchemy ceremony was prepared for him, and Qin Lin was inviting him to meet it.

“I have another place to go.”

Xiao Feng said easily.

He is going to the border town. After breaking through his mental barriers and polishing his body and mind, he will go to make achievements and return to his glorious position.

"Now, the storage room has become deserted."

Mr. Chen couldn't do anything about this matter, and he couldn't even bless Xiao Feng.

The history of warehousing is rare and somewhat bleak. With the arrival of Chen Sheng, the warehousing room became much more lively, but with the passage of time, Hu Yun passed away, and Xiao Feng left after overcoming his mental barriers, and everything became deserted again.

"As long as the Lord of the Warehouse doesn't dislike me, how can it be so deserted?"

Mr. Chen comforted the old man, but he also felt a little strange. Logically speaking, after years of tempering, the religious faith of the Tibetan historian should be extremely strong. How could he be shaken by the separation of one or two people?

"Stayed too long."

The treasurer sighed.

"What?!"

Mr. Chen heard a different meaning. As a man who had experienced a lot of torture in life, he was too familiar with this kind of emotion. Many of his deceased friends had said goodbye in this way.

"I plan to travel around the Yuanliang Dynasty and visit some old friends."

The keeper of the warehouse glanced at Mr. Chen and was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this young man could actually understand the meaning of his words, just like an old man of the same generation.

"This is a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Chen Sheng was silent, and a little shocked in his heart. He had thought that the Yuanying Patriarch had a long life span and the separation of life and death would be very far away, but he didn't expect it to be so close.

…

God's capital.

An imperial edict attracted alchemists from all over the world to gather. Even some people with mediocre skills set out, wanting to witness the grand scene.

"Boss, there is a drug administration bureau in Shendu, and many people have signed up for it."

Butler Zhao was extremely concerned about the Alchemy Ceremony. He would go out every morning to get information, and this time he heard something again.

In order to deal with the alchemists who rushed to the capital, the Drug Administration stepped in. Its purpose was to select a group of people with real talents and skills, and then have them join in the event. After all, they couldn't let all the good and the bad get mixed in and create a mess.

"I'll also submit a name card."

Mr. Chen knew what Butler Zhao meant, nodded, and wanted to pick up his brush and write a name card to send to the Food and Drug Administration.

"Boom!"

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Who's knocking?"

Butler Zhao frowned, with a hint of confusion. The alchemists in Huanyi Lane all knew that there was a fourth-level alchemist living here, but they did not dare to disturb him. They only secretly observed when Chen Sheng was making the elixir.

I have never seen anyone come to my house like this. It's too presumptuous.

"Someone from the Food and Drug Administration sent the invitation to Master Chen."

Outside, there stood a young man wearing a ceremonial hat and a black official robe. He was very respectful to the owner of this courtyard. After all, he was a fourth-rank alchemist, and in the Yuanliang Dynasty, he was also a top-notch alchemist.

This time, the emperor was extremely concerned about the matter of alchemy, and they dared not make any mistakes or show off their power.

"Squeak"

With the door opened, there was one less barrier and they could see each other clearly.

The eyes of the minor official from the Drug Administration Bureau lit up. There was a figure standing in the courtyard. He looked very young, but his eyes were calm and deep, just like the big shot seen in the palace.

"Is this the master? He is indeed extraordinary."

His heart was shaken, and he found that the aura of this person was very consistent with the courtyard. The moss growing on the platform was like a finishing touch, revealing vitality in its simplicity, and carrying the meaning of timeless beauty.

"Give it to me."

Mr. Chen waved his hand, and the invitation in the hand of the minor official from the Drug Administration flew to his side with a whoosh.

Seeing this, the latter bowed and said, "Then we will wait for Master Chen to arrive."

His expression was the same as those alchemists in the laundry lane, impressed by the demeanor of the fourth-level alchemy master.

"Boss, your reputation has even shocked the Food and Drug Administration."

Butler Zhao was overjoyed. The Drug Administration was so powerful that they had to select alchemists from all over the world, but they still had to come in person and deliver an invitation to their boss to show their importance.

This kind of treatment is absolutely rare. The reputation of the host on this trip will really spread to thousands of families with this favorable wind.

"It's not that simple."

Chen Sheng became more and more certain that the Alchemy Ceremony in the Divine Capital was extremely unusual. It contained Qin Lin's calculations, but in the end it was all for the purpose of meeting him.

However, sitting in the highest position, if he wants to see someone, he has to be secretive, so his situation must be bad.

In other words, those who stand on the opposite side of Qin Lin are so powerful that even Qin Lin has to be wary of them.

He thought of the Underworld Blood and the Underworld Blood Dao. The scope of this was too huge. If it were to wreak havoc, the world would immediately become turbulent and the terrible turmoil would sweep across the thirteen continents.

(End of this chapter)