After seeing off her senior brother, Ye Xiruo announced her seclusion, which caused a huge sensation in Medicine King Valley.
The disciples of Medicine King Valley were once again being lectured by their masters: "Look at the young master's talent, and then look at yourselves. He's only thirteen years old, and he's already at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. And you? Were you even at Foundation Establishment yet? He's in seclusion whenever he has time, and what about you? You're out chasing girls!"
This isn't the end of it. After talking about Ye Xiruo, there's an even more monstrous Zishu, isn't there? I heard Zishu is going to perform a ritual, so you all should go and listen carefully, understand?
So, when Zishu stood on the high platform, the crowd below deepened the dimples on his face.
In fact, he had no idea that these disciples had been tormented by their own teachers for half a day, and finally, their eldest brother ordered that everyone who had a breath left should attend the lecture.
"Thank you to all my fellow practitioners in Medicine King Valley. I am Zishu, an eighth-grade high-level alchemist. Today, I will not talk about how to refine pills, but about how to ensure my own safety."
The disciples below erupted in an uproar. Zishu, the youngest eighth-grade alchemist on the continent—they thought he'd share some alchemy insights, but alas… he really doesn't follow the usual path. Ying Xun's lips curled into a slight smile, nearly scaring the disciples who witnessed it to death. Their senior brother actually smiled? It was truly unbelievable.
"Alchemists are not as physically strong as martial artists, and their attack methods are relatively simple, so they are often cannon fodder in battle."
"We are not cannon fodder, we are noble alchemists, we can even decide the outcome of a war."
Soon, some people in the audience started clamoring to sabotage the performance.
"Very good, you are very useful, and the pills you refine are very popular. Now, tell me, how do you protect yourself on the battlefield? You must know that if you die, you are worthless, even if you are a divine master."
That seems to make some sense.
"What I want to tell you is that a truly excellent alchemist is also an excellent martial artist. They can turn the world upside down with a flick of their wrist, and they are no less skilled than martial artists. Those who slack off in their cultivation in order to refine pills are, in my opinion, extremely foolish."
"We are alchemists, alchemy is our path, what wrong have we done?" The disciples below the stage were deeply confused.
"Only because you are alive are you qualified to pursue the Dao of Alchemy." Zishu's expression was very solemn: "Many of you cultivate only to have enough true qi to refine pills, and you don't care about your martial arts cultivation at all. What I want to tell you is that martial arts cultivation is the most important. Tell me, which alchemist on the continent who has been famous throughout the ages is either a Foundation Establishment cultivator or a Golden Core cultivator? I'm afraid even Nascent Soul cultivators are pitifully few."
"Alchemists, what you value most is the improvement of your spiritual power. Improving spiritual power is indeed extremely difficult, but when your martial arts cultivation reaches a certain level, spiritual power cultivation becomes much simpler. Spiritual power can not only be used for alchemy, but also for fighting enemies. When spiritual power is materialized, alchemists truly have the ability to protect themselves." A needle began to appear before Zishu, then ten, then a hundred. Finally, it transformed into an incomparably sharp longsword. As long as spiritual power doesn't run out, these can be infinitely transformed. As for its power! You'll see when you see it. The longsword vanished instantly, and a large tree in the distance collapsed with a crash.
My goodness, this is so brutal, so savage, so ruthless! The junior alchemists below were terrified.
"Remember, when it comes to a real life-or-death situation, no one will come to save you; only you yourselves can save yourself. Right now, let alone a real battlefield, even in the Great War of the Hundred Sects two years from now, very few of you will survive."
The group of alchemists below fell silent.
"Senior Brother, is what he said true?"
“What he said is true. Every time the Hundred Sects War is held, the casualty rate we alchemists say is the highest, with less than one in ten surviving.” Ying Xun’s voice was also somewhat bitter.
It turns out he was telling the truth, and wasn't just trying to intimidate us.
"There are many reasons for this: First, alchemists are all very wealthy; second, alchemists are all very weak in combat; third, alchemists are in seclusion every day and rarely experience any training, so they are all very easy to deceive."
The alchemists below were completely bewildered, as if what they said made perfect sense.
"Therefore, a hidden rule of the Hundred Sects War is to kill alchemists, rob alchemists, and imprison alchemists."
"Waaaaah, Senior Brother, is this for real? It's so scary, can I not participate?!"
"(#‵′) Damn it, these damn martial artists, I'm going to beat them so badly their own mothers won't recognize them."
Not far away, a few old men gathered together to drink tea in a corner of the library.
"This kid is interesting."
"Although the words are a bit harsh, they seem to make a lot of sense."
"What they said is true. In the recent battles involving hundreds of sects, our casualty rate has been far too high." The Dan Master's Beiyang Army was already struggling, and if this continues, he won't be far from becoming a character in an American TV series.
"I hope Little Shadow can successfully break through to the Nascent Soul stage, and stand together with the Pill King Palace to protect the legacy of our alchemists."
"I hope so." There are only two years left until the Hundred Sects War. Breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage depends on luck, and I just hope everything goes smoothly.
"These little guys stay in the valley every day and don't know the wickedness of people. They should be sent out to gain more experience."
"Little Shadow is probably going into seclusion, so let Teng Shu lead the team, dividing them into several groups, to go out of the valley for training."
"If you don't want to be killed, robbed, or imprisoned, go back and cultivate properly. Alchemy and cultivation both require a certain state of mind. Is it effective to cultivate alchemy in seclusion every day? Not necessarily. As your cultivation level increases, your alchemy skills will naturally improve as well."
"Our offensive power is still too weak. Mental attacks are good, but once our mental power is exhausted, we will still be doomed."
"That's an excellent question, it shows you don't want to die yet. We are alchemists, besides healing pills, can't we also refine poison pills and treacherous pills for self-defense?" Zishu laughed coldly.
The alchemists below brightened up; that was incredibly clever! They'd go back and refine ten or so batches of poison pills to kill them.
"After releasing the poison pill, you have two choices. First, if the enemy is too strong, run away after releasing the poison pill; second, if the enemy is already half dead, then kindly send them to their doom." Zishu had a warm smile on his face, and his dimples were quite charming.
However, the content of what they said... well... it was absolutely brutal.
"So you should all go back and practice your lightness skills. The ability to escape is the most crucial thing."
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