As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Kong raised his right hand, and his cultivation in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm burst through his body, transforming into a powerful pressure that fell on the roof of the wooden house.
Creaking.
The wooden house suddenly couldn't bear the weight and made a sound as if it was about to collapse.
Xue Kong's actions immediately caused the alchemist to look up and look at Xue Kong unkindly: "Where did you come from, you wild cultivator? How come you don't understand the rules here?"
"First go to Feitian Mountain Prefecture and seek permission from the general before you can come to me for medicine."
"You are impatient and have no manners. You must be a wild monk from outside!"
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
"Don't come to me again. You are not welcome here."
The alchemist immediately ordered them to leave. Not only that, he stretched his neck and shouted outside the wooden house, "What are you soldiers doing out there? Come in and help me drive away these two wild monks!"
"Fellow Daoist, with your Nascent Soul cultivation, you seem to be living like a doctor in the mortal world. With your late stage cultivation, could it be that you are using this method to comprehend the way of alchemy in this small wooden house?"
Xue Kong ignored the other party's order to leave and spoke.
Hearing this, the alchemist looked at Xue Kong again, sizing him up and down with a suspicious look in his eyes, a glimmer of light in his eyes: "You are a mid-stage cultivator, and you actually know this?"
"Of course I know something about the way to become a god."
Xue Kong turned and walked out of the pharmacy, sitting cross-legged in another rest room.
Honglian followed closely behind.
Soon, the alchemist with his hands covered in dirty mud followed in. He didn't seem to care about Xue Kong's casualness at all, and sat down beside him, cross-legged on the ground.
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