"You mean... you want to help me recover to my peak? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you after I recover?"
The old man asked in surprise.
"Haha, you can't threaten me."
Qin Chuan sneered, then said, "How about we make a bet?"
"What's the bet?"
The old man asked with a frown.
"I will help you recover your cultivation. If you recover to your peak and can defeat me, then I will naturally have nothing to say. If you are still no match for me by then, then you will be my slave."
Qin Chuan said calmly.
"Oh, what a big appetite!!"
The old man snorted coldly, and then said coldly: "Since you want to seek your own death, what's the harm in me betting with you?"
"good!!"
Qin Chuan smiled with satisfaction.
To be honest, he didn't take the bet seriously at all, and didn't really believe that the other party could keep their promise.
The reason for doing this was just to find an excuse for his behavior so that his son wouldn't think that he was just bored.
"Just tell me what you need." Qin Chuan looked down at the old man, as if he would grant any request.
The old man thought for a moment and snorted, "I have been trapped here for many years. My energy has been constantly worn away by this strange iron chain. Now I am almost exhausted. It would be best if you could break this chain."
"But I know that no matter whether you can break the chain or not, you can't help me break it."
"How about this, you find me some elixirs to replenish my energy and spirit, as well as spiritual stones. The more the better."
Qin Chuan smiled playfully: "I'm sorry, I'm also very poor now, and I don't have many material possessions."
"you!!"
The old man thought he was being fooled.
But Qin Chuan immediately said: "However, if I want to collect them, it is not a difficult task... Take your time, don't rush."
After saying that, he raised his eyebrows at the old man, gave him a meaningful look, and flew out of the tiankeng with Qin Zi.
As soon as they got out of the tiankeng, Qin Zi couldn't help but ask, "Dad, do you really trust him? What if he doesn't keep his promise?"
Qin Chuan looked down at his son and smiled: "What else can I do? Just kill him."
Well……
Qin Zi was choked, and after a while he asked: "Since you don't believe him, why do you want to help him recover his cultivation?"
Qin Chuan spread his hands and sighed, "Ah, life is too boring... Isn't it nice to have some fun?"
Qin Zi fell silent after hearing this.
He pursed his lips, and suddenly realized that he had always overlooked a very important issue - his father was very lonely.
They say the strong are lonely.
A truly strong person has seen and experienced so much that his life is devoid of surprises and fun.
Once you have seen the ocean, all other waters are but puddles!
Many major events that others talk about with great relish are not worth mentioning at all in my father's heart. Many beautiful sceneries that others marvel at are just so-so in my father's eyes.
To his father, this world was too boring, too ordinary, and there was nothing worth looking forward to.
And because he stands too high, he has almost no friends, because there are very few people who treat him as an equal.
"It turns out that my concern for Dad has never been enough."
Qin Zi's heart was suddenly filled with a strong sense of guilt and self-blame - he was not a competent son!
"What are you thinking about? Let's go."
Qin Chuan put his hand on the back of Qin Zi's head, and the father and son walked side by side towards the distance, and he talked as he walked.
"Ask your master if he has any extra recipes. I'll go register a few more and exchange them for some resources... If not, forget it."
"some!"
…
That day, Qin Chuan went to the imperial capital again.
He was going to the Alchemist Association to purchase a batch of pills to replenish his energy, and at the same time see what profits he could make from his three pill recipes.
As a result, as soon as he arrived at the Alchemist Association, he was surrounded by a group of alchemists, each with a fiery look in their eyes.
There were even young alchemists who came over to get close to him, calling him "Master Qin" all the time, and were respectful to the point of being fawning.
When he met Master Pang Qi, he realized that his three pill recipes had made him a crazy profit in the past few months!
The Nirvana Pill, which cost 10 million spirit stones per pill, was also snapped up by people, and more than 400 pills were sold in a short period of time.
Sheng Yangdan, all men understand that the more powerful a person is, the less likely he is to allow himself to fail.
And this kind of thing that can help people regain their virility once and for all, and has no side effects, no matter what world it is, men will sell everything they have to buy it!
As for the longevity pills, one can even raise the price arbitrarily.
Faced with some internal and external troubles, the family power is only supported by an old man. In order to make the old man live more years and buy time for the next generation of people in power to grow, they directly spend a lot of money!
One longevity pill can directly consume half of a large family's wealth. Hundreds of years of accumulation can be piled up into a mountain!
According to the rules of the Alchemist Association, Qin Chuan can get about half of these profits, which is simply terrifying.
Today, he is the richest "master" in the Alchemist Association. Even the president can only sigh in despair.
During the period when Qinchuan's wealth was growing wildly, some people were surprised to find that a large tomb had appeared a hundred miles away from the imperial capital!
only……
This tomb seemed to have been robbed. Everything inside had been searched thoroughly, leaving it cleaner than if it had been gnawed by a dog.
The dried corpse in the tomb was stripped naked and thrown on the ground, and even the coffin board was carried away by the tomb robber.
Digging three feet into the ground is just this!
Qin Chuan exchanged all the profits he earned from the three pill recipes into pills and spiritual herbs to replenish his energy.
This massive amount of panacea can easily help the old devil in the tiankeng recover his cultivation, or even kill him!
Before leaving, in front of everyone's shocked gazes, he once again casually took out three pill recipes.
This time, it's a sixth-grade pill recipe...
"Bastard!!!"
That night, heart-wrenching roars were heard from the Alchemist Association, like the desperate howls of defeated dogs.
It is said.
If it weren't for the lofty beliefs and strict rules of the alchemist profession, that cruel guy would never have been able to leave the imperial capital!
This is simply plunder.
It seemed as if the entire Alchemist Association, from the president to the first-class alchemists, everyone was working day and night to purchase medicinal materials, refine pills, and slaughter customers...all working for this rich and inhumane guy!
But there is no way, that is the rule, and strictly speaking, Qin Chuan also brought them a lot of income.
In fact, the ones who really suffer the most are the people who buy the pills.
The wool comes from the sheep.
But seriously speaking, fat sheep are willing to be fleeced. After all, giving up their wool may save their lives!
Of course, Qin Chuan didn't pay attention to these things. His mind was never on the Alchemist Association.
To him, the Alchemist Association is just an ATM. He goes there to make some money when he needs it, and is too lazy to go there when he doesn't need it.
He was very fast and returned to the Seven Martial Sect in just half a day.
On the way, he went to take a look at the collapsed mountain where he passed by last time. The "hehehehe" big devil was gone.
In the ruins, there are broken array patterns and sealing stone pillars everywhere. They look very ancient. It seems that this big devil is not simple.
"Well, I can't use the Hell Red Lotus magical power casually. Only Qin Zi can use it."
He had previously used the Red Lotus of Hell to sneak attack this "hehehe" big devil, and this hatred must be transferred to his adopted son!