Chapter 495 Attacking the Red Malabar Ridge 4
The slightly plump man respectfully said, "This junior is in charge of supply management, responsible for collecting the newly acquired resources from all the alchemists, talisman masters, and array masters. Now that King Zhong Dan has produced pills, what are the arrangements?"
Zhong Cai didn't stop refining, but thought about the rules he had heard about during the great battle.
It seems there's a dedicated large ship in charge of logistics. Anyone needing resources has to apply to that ship, and the supplies are allocated quickly but all are recorded.
Those supervisors would scurry around the places where alchemists or other technicians were located, trying to get as many resources as possible. Although they did not participate in the war or refine pills, the more and faster they collected resources while busy with this matter, the higher their merit would be.
When the alchemists dispensed the pills, the supervisor was responsible for recording the data—the number and quality of the pills. Each batch of pills was priced by the alchemist using battle points or mystic stones—and all prices were standardized.
In such a great battle, martial arts cultivators will inevitably need supplies, and they can receive partial subsidies when applying for them. These subsidies are paid by their respective factions. The subsidies for independent cultivators are paid by the War God Temple and the Spirit Immortal Sect.
However, the subsidy will not be much, and any excess demanded by the cultivators will be deducted from their merit points after the war.
If that's still not enough... Generally speaking, any cultivator who survives the battlefield will have a considerable amount of spoils of war, so it shouldn't be insufficient.
Merit points are also very useful – after a normal battle ends, cultivators can use their merit points to exchange for resources.
Normally, alchemists also need to exchange for the resources they need, so they usually don't choose to directly record the Xuan Stones.
But Zhong Cai is different.
He has accumulated so many resources that even if he doesn't have enough for the time being, he can easily have more after a few card draws.
Therefore, he still needs the Mystic Stone more.
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Zhong Cai understood what the supervisor meant and said directly, "Record the Xuan Stone for me."
The slightly overweight man tentatively asked, "Then, will this junior take all these pills with him?"
Zhong Cai nodded: "I will take all the pills I refine here with me, unless I keep them for myself."
The slightly overweight man immediately broke into a very happy smile.
This King Zhong Dan is exceptionally skilled in alchemy. He can use such a large-scale alchemy method to save the lives of many cultivators who are injured in battle!
Zhong Cai then said, "I've finished refining them, so come and get them." He pondered, "By the way, if you need any type of pills, just let me know when you pick them up, and I'll refine that type next time."
The slightly overweight man was overjoyed and immediately said, "This junior understands, thank you, King Zhong Dan!"
Zhong Cai waved his hand, telling him to take the pills first.
The slightly overweight man carefully took out a gourd and put all the pills inside.
Visible to the naked eye, several engraved characters appeared on the surface of the gourd: Herbal Elixir.
Undoubtedly, this gourd was specifically designed to categorize pills, and also to prevent mistakes caused by too many cultivators coming to seek supplies.
At the same time, the slightly overweight man took out a booklet, quickly wrote a few lines in it, and then showed it to Zhong Cai for a quick glance.
Zhong Cai looked at it and saw that the words "[Zhong Cai of Lingxian Sect, Level 7 Alchemist]" were clearly written on that page.
Below are two lines of text, which record the name, quality, and number of Xuan Stones for the pills he provided.
The accounts are very clear.
Zhong Cai nodded slightly.
The slightly overweight man finished his work and, as always, respectfully bid farewell to Zhong Cai.
Then he left the ancient city.
Zhong Cai continued to refine elixirs.
He still used fifty furnaces to refine this batch of pills simultaneously.
Everything went very smoothly.
An hour later, the slightly overweight man quickly returned and repeated the previous procedure.
He did not suggest that Zhong Cai refine other pills, because what was most needed on the battlefield at the moment were herbal pills for healing.
This happened several times afterward.
Zhong Cai also devoted himself to alchemy.
However, because the first two batches of fifty pills each went very smoothly and the quality of the pills produced each time was excellent, he gradually increased the number of pill furnaces during the third and fourth batches.
After most of the day had passed, he hadn't stopped refining pills, and had refined six batches in a row!
By the sixth furnace, he had boldly started firing all 100 furnaces at once.
And, they never failed.
Zhong Cai raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling good.
But at the same time, he thought to himself that this refining process had indeed not improved his alchemy skills at all.
The improvement in fire control capabilities is also negligible.
It was indeed a dry and boring "job".
But it doesn't matter anymore.
Zhong Cai continued to busy herself with alchemy, after all, it was all for the sake of contributing to the great war!
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Inside the alchemist's warship.
Because a batch of pills is produced every hour, many level-eight alchemists keep an eye on Zhong Cai's situation.
Seeing his furnace increase in size time and time again, and looking at Sang Yunchu who was also constantly refining level six pills... he felt very complicated.
Sang Yunchu certainly didn't make any mistakes, and the quality of the pills was quite good. In fact, as the number of times he refined pills increased, he also increased the number of pill furnaces in the same batch...
In all these respects, the master and apprentice are very similar.
However, many level-eight alchemists have also noticed that Sang Yunchu has only increased the number of alchemy furnaces he uses from thirty to forty so far.
Zhong Cai, on the other hand, doubled the alchemy furnace's output.
Sang Yunchu was still able to spare some attention. When he saw his fellow cultivators feigning jealousy towards him, he knew that it was Cai'er who had brought him honor. Therefore, he released his soul consciousness.
Although Zhong Cai had already produced pills again and was using wood and fire to cleanse impurities, the hundred pill furnaces were still clearly visible.
Sang Yunchu smiled immediately, his eyes sparkling: "As expected of Cai'er."
The other alchemists: "..."
...Yes, yes, no one is as outstanding as your disciple, Sang Yunchu.
Many alchemists turned their attention away, busy with their own work while thinking that they would have to train their disciples more when they got back. The more talented they were, the harder they had to work. Even if they couldn't catch up with someone as gifted as Zhong Cai, they should at least bring some honor to their disciples.
Aside from wanting to pass on his mantle, isn't the reason for taking on disciples just to be able to outdo his old friends when chatting casually?
Often, the eighth-level pill emperors either specialize in different areas of pill making, or they have been practicing for many years and are at roughly the same level. In many cases, the friends they can make are also about the same level as themselves... In addition, they are all getting old, so they naturally like to compare whose juniors are more outstanding.
Those who win inevitably enjoy a period of triumph.
Since they met Sang Yunchu, things have changed from the past where they had their share of wins and losses. Now, Sang Yunchu wins every single time!
Since we can't complain about Zhong Cai being too talented, we can only complain about our own disciples not working hard enough.
We all need to get busy!
At this point, seeing Sang Yunchu's smug expression, the many alchemists no longer wanted to praise him.
They simply started refining pills while compiling several sets of pill-refining techniques, so that all the brats in the family could learn them properly!
Sang Yunchu naturally saw the feelings of his fellow practitioners, and simply raised an eyebrow without saying anything more.
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On the ancient city.
Zhong Cai was refining elixirs, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He thought to himself, "Damn it, I forgot to take my pills."
Despite his thoughts, Zhong Cai still planned to simmer the herbs for a little while longer, and then take a pill to replenish her spiritual energy while the herbs were reacting.
There's no time to eat right now; the blending of the medicinal herbs is at a critical juncture...
Then a pill was stuffed into Zhong Cai's mouth.
The gentle energy quickly flowed through his limbs and bones, soon filling his Dao Palace and restoring much of his profound power.
The slight dryness that had been created during the previous refining process has now become smooth and rounded.
Zhong Cai breathed a sigh of relief and immediately broke into a big smile.
"Old Wu! You're here!"
Wu Shaogan sat cross-legged beside Zhong Cai, took a pill, and quickly recovered.
He sighed and said, "Ah Cai, we have more than enough medicinal herbs, why force ourselves to brew them?"
Zhong Cai smiled and said, "We're not exactly thrifty people, but we can't be extravagant either! I knew I'd have time to take the pills after the next step of alchemy, and I managed to keep going because I had enough Xuan energy left. Otherwise, I would have definitely given up on those semi-finished medicinal herbs. Although I'm trying to avoid waste as much as possible, I won't hurt myself."
Wu Shaogan knew, but while he was in the middle of the battle, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong, so he quickly looked towards his wife, A Cai—and sure enough! A Cai was about to be drained dry.
Worried, Wu Shaogan put away his bow and arrows and returned to Zhong Cai's side. While observing his condition, he also prepared to give them both some pills so they could continue fighting.
Therefore, upon hearing Zhong Cai's words, Wu Shaogan could only sigh again.
Zhong Cai chuckled and pouted at Wu Shaogan.
Wu Shaogan chuckled and leaned closer to kiss Zhong Cai on the lips.
Zhong Cai's smile immediately became even brighter.
The couple quickly relaxed, both feeling that they were aware of what was going on.
Every now and then, the souls would sweep over to observe the couple's behavior, only to find the intimate cultivators staring back at them: "..."
Speechless.
Maybe they shouldn't watch it all the time?
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After watching Zhong Cai finish taking her medicine, Wu Shaogan took out a handkerchief and wiped Zhong Cai's sweat.
Although the sweat had long since disappeared during the couple's conversation, Wu Shaogan still gently wiped it off for him, not just his sweat, but also his face.
Zhong Cai tilted her head back, enjoying the view and feeling happy.
The couple stayed quietly for a while.
Zhong Cai suddenly asked, "When will the Nirvanas join the war?"
Wu Shaogan said, "We should wait a little longer."
Zhong Cai then asked, "Aren't we still in the lead?"
Wu Shaogan nodded: "That's true."
Zhong Cai suddenly became a little worried: "I wonder if Master and the others have studied those poisonous miasmas. Almost a day has passed. Could the thick fog that we blasted away earlier have returned?"
Because he was refining pills while sitting, and there were high city walls outside, and he was mainly focused on refining pills and couldn't observe for long periods of time, he could only ask his old master Wu in this way.
He believed that Lao Wu would definitely take note.
As expected, Wu Shaogan replied:
"It is indeed a bit thicker than before."
"It is said that the research on poisonous miasma has been taken over by Sect Master Ji. The level eight alchemists should mainly focus on refining pills suitable for Nirvana, and we can make arrangements as soon as they take action."
Zhong Cai thought this was reasonable.
With Dan Zun taking action, the problem should be resolved quickly.
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Within the Red Mist Mountain Range, the fog did indeed spread over a wider area.
Those who cultivate the righteous path are caught in the middle, and their chances of dying increase during battles against the evil path.
The evil forces were locked in a fierce battle with the righteous forces, making it impossible to use artillery outside the mountains, as it was impossible to guarantee the safety of the righteous forces who were being entangled with the evil forces while simultaneously eliminating them.
Compared to the righteous path's lack of adaptation, the evil path had clearly been "rehearsing" for a long time, and the fog seemed to have little effect on them.
Before long, the righteous path was at a disadvantage again.
The evil forces were rampant, killing many righteous cultivators and causing a bloodbath to spread everywhere.
The blood mixed into the thick fog, turning the fog a scarlet color.
The blood mist drifted and roamed everywhere.
Even more terrifying is that many righteous people who inhaled this blood mist would let out a scream—and then their voices would be heard never again.
Such methods are extremely terrifying.
At that moment, a cultivator angrily shouted, "Kill the heretics! We cannot allow them to continue devouring the flesh and blood of our righteous human race!"
Other cultivators also shared this feeling.
However, those evil sects became even more arrogant, and their attacks on righteous cultivators became even more ferocious and hateful.
Among the righteous cultivators, some fire-attribute disciples suddenly remembered the ancient city's bombardment of the thick fog, which dissipated the fog and brought forth bright daylight. They immediately took out various treasures from their respective storage bags.
Some treasures can heal wounded comrades, while others are also considered firepower.
Then, perhaps it was a meeting of minds, many cultivators had similar thoughts and put them into practice.
"boom!"
"Boom—"
"Boom boom boom!"
The mountains and fields were filled with extremely lethal firepower in different places.
Those places are where people are fighting against evil forces.
The entire Red Mist Mountain Range is very large. Even with a concentrated, all-encompassing attack, it would take a considerable amount of time to plow through it from beginning to end before it could possibly sweep away most of the evil forces—but this would still give the evil forces room to escape.
Now, many cultivators have entered the mountains, and many more had already infiltrated different directions of the mountains at the very beginning of the battle, blocking the escape routes of those evil cultivators.
This great battle was fought with the intention of not letting even the most heretical sects escape.
It's just a pity...
These firepower attacks were of little use against the thick fog.
It wasn't that the fog suddenly became too strong, but rather that they were unaware that the energy contained in these firepower was different from that in artillery fire... and its destructive power was not as great.
Not only because of the different levels, but also because of the differences in their essence.
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The cannon fire of the ancient city is a mixture of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements. When it attacks something, it will change its own attributes according to the attributes of the thing it attacks.
Therefore, when the ancient city bombarded the dense fog earlier, it was actually releasing extremely yang energy.
It is precisely this intensely hot energy that can burn away most of the dense fog and thus have a restraining effect on it.
Now, the firepower released by other cultivators is all of the fire attribute.
If it's not refined to a high enough level, these fire-attribute firepower cannot be fully utilized.
Of course, there are always people for whom flames are effective.
Take the male protagonist, Wu Dongxiao, for example.
Wherever his black fire passed, the mist was completely burned away.
He even rescued female cultivators who were nearly destroyed in battle due to their carelessness.
But Wu Dongxiao didn't say much to the people he rescued; instead, he dashed off to a more distant place.
He had no choice but to jump!
If he dares to say even a single word to these female cultivators, he will definitely be targeted by the Spirit Transformation Realm afterward.
Don't ask!
The answer is that because he accidentally answered a question from a female cultivator, he has been forced to fight against a Spirit Transformation cultivator!
Moreover, this happened at least two or three times.
Wu Dongxiao naturally didn't care about politeness.
Even the slightest attempt at politeness will send him into serious trouble!
Xuan Bing was worried about his junior brother, so he silently walked nearby and fought alongside him.
There was nothing he could do. He had witnessed several of his junior brother's misfortunes before... He was clearly no less handsome than his junior brother, his cultivation level was decent, and his temperament was not bad either. He had even helped save the female cultivators, but no matter how he saved them, the female cultivators' attention was always focused on his junior brother—they wouldn't even give him a second glance.
Xuan Bing had no choice but to move closer to his junior brother.
He hoped he wouldn't get separated from his junior brother.
If his junior brother is unlucky enough to encounter a Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator again, having him by his side to fight alongside him will always be able to put up a fight.
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The fog on the battlefield grew thicker and thicker, obscuring the view and allowing only the sounds of screams to be heard.
After refining a new batch of pills, Zhong Cai said somewhat dejectedly, "I feel that the heretical sects are particularly rampant right now."
Wu Shaogan also discovered it, and he has now unleashed his ultimate secret technique—
The Yin-Yang Millstone.
Now this giant millstone hangs above the battlefield, constantly rubbing, turning, and scattering its light, quickly swallowing up much of the surrounding mist.
This made the fog around the large millstone much thinner.
Many other cultivators made similar moves to Wu Shaogan.
Not only did secret techniques with special abilities manifest, but many strange accompanying treasures also floated in the air within the Red Mist Mountain Range, continuously drawing out the mist within.
However, cultivators with such abilities are few and far between. Even with a powerful secret technique like Wu Shaogan's, when it falls into the mountains, no matter how much one absorbs it, it's only a drop in the ocean.
I simply lack the ability.
However, Wu Shaogan's Yin-Yang Millstone is not only for devouring mist.
As the millstone continued to rotate, the two stones pressed against each other, releasing countless energies that surged into the blood mist that filled the sky, causing many cultivators within to scream in agony.
The screams were all from heretics.
After all, the Yin-Yang Millstone produces Yin-Yang attribute energy, and it has a good ability to judge evil and strange energies.
When the secret technique was released, it was all yang energy that flowed out. Because Wu Shaogan did not use it very violently, the energy was still able to roughly determine whether it was good or evil when it touched the cultivators.
Such a judgment is not necessarily necessary. While the pure and gentle energy does have a certain offensive power, it has almost no killing power against the righteous path... but against the evil path, it is like splashing sulfuric acid.
Naturally, this Yin-Yang millstone will not harm ordinary righteous cultivators.
The Yin-Yang Millstone primarily absorbs mist, which is then absorbed into the Yin-attribute millstone.
This actually makes the secret technique last even longer.
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Zhong Cai looked up and saw the huge millstone high in the sky, hovering and attacking.
His eyes were bright, his heart and soul filled with—
Old Wu is amazing!
It was at this moment that his soul suddenly expanded and landed on the level nine warship.
At this moment, Ji Zhan walked out, carrying several bottles in his hands.
Each bottle contained either a strange mist or a mixture of special liquids.
Ji Zhan didn't say much, but first took out the bottle surrounded by strange mist and opened it.
Then, Pei Xiaoling appeared beside him and casually slapped out a palm strike.
And so, the mist around Ji Zhan spread rapidly with the force of the palm strike.
They quickly and powerfully charged into the blood mist of the valley!
In just a moment, the blood mist that was approached and merged with the fog began to lose its original color.
The effect is very obvious.
But clearly, this is just treating the symptoms, not the root cause.
Although the mist dissipated and merged with the white fog, turning into a trickle of blood, it could not truly remove the blood mist.
Ji Zhan was not disappointed. He opened another bottle and turned all the liquid inside into water mist, which then rushed into the blood mist!
A large area of the blood mist was cleared away once again.
Unfortunately, it only has the ability to devour, and cannot address the root cause.
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Zhong Cai took in all of this, and when she saw the third bottle in Ji Zongzhu's hand, she knew that he would try again.
Wu Shaogan simply let the Yin-Yang millstone turn on its own while he went to Zhong Cai's side to listen to his analysis.
Zhong Cai said, "I hope what's in this bottle will be useful."
Wu Shaogan also hopes so.
Zhong Cai sighed again: "But I reckon the medicine may still not be able to eradicate the miasma. This Red Miasma Mountain Range is naturally formed. We can manipulate the miasma for a while, but to truly eradicate it is extremely difficult. We can only further study and crack it after this great battle is over."
"Right now, Sect Master Ji may not be able to obtain enough medicinal herbs for experimentation."
"Should we wait a little longer?"
Wu Shaogan didn't say anything, but simply raised his hand and ruffled Zhong Cai's hair.
Both of them were waiting for the third bottle.
This is an open bottle filled with something that looks like grains of sand, and it glitters faintly in the dark.
It was Pei Xiaoling who made the move.
He struck out with his palm again, and the fine sand flew everywhere, then drifted away into the Red Mist Mountain Range with a new palm wind.
In an instant, a lot of mist quickly drifted over, enveloping every grain of sand.
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