The snakehead flower tree blooms all year round. The fist-sized, snake-head-shaped white flowers have thick petals. The flowers are blooming all over the mountains, dyeing Bailuogou a snow-white color.

The sweet aroma diffuses in the air, and Bailuogou seems to be immersed in solidified honey. There is a suffocating heaviness in the beautiful scenery.

Compared with three years ago, Bailuogou is more lively.

Three years ago, besides a dozen of his favorite beautiful disciples, Master Qiao only had 30 to 50 disciples who were called disciples but were actually servants. Master Qiao never taught these disciples sincerely, but only used some broken knowledge of alchemy to fool them.

But now, there are hundreds more figures in Bailuogou.

They were either busy tending to the medicine fields, or collecting herbs, or cleaning and preparing medicinal materials, or guarding extremely high temperature furnaces to refine various extremely basic elixirs.

Master Qiao, like other alchemists, felt the aggressive pressure from Chu Tian. They had no choice but to keep up with the times and began to recruit a large number of disciples and impart some real skills to them.

Deep in Bailuogou, in a perennially frozen pond, Master Qiao, with flames all over his body, sat cross-legged on a huge piece of black ice. Occasionally, he would wheeze for a breath, and a stream of fire would spurt out of his mouth.

Three years ago, Master Qiao was so angry at Chu Tian that he vomited blood several times. The fire poison in his body got out of control and he almost burned to death.

He expended countless efforts, emptied out 70% to 80% of his life savings, purchased countless extremely cold herbs, and used roundabout ways to buy a pill of fire-clearing and essence-strengthening elixir from a major force in the eighth island circle. It took him three full years before he was able to barely stabilize the situation in his body.

Wisps of flames slowly entered his body. Master Qiao slowly raised his eyebrows and beard, which were all burnt off. His head was as smooth as a peeled egg. He looked deeply at his four beloved disciples, Dujuan, Haitang, Mudan and Shaoyao, who were standing by the cold pond.

Compared with three years ago, the four female disciples were no longer as coquettish and charming as before. Having received some true teachings from Master Qiao, their cultivation had reached a new level, and their temperaments even carried a hint of the arrogance unique to alchemists.

Yes, just like Master Qiao, the temperament they exude from their bones is arrogance, not pride.

Seeing Master Qiao's complexion return to normal, the four great disciples bowed down slowly, "Master!"

Master Qiao looked at his four flower-like disciples, with an eager gleam in his eyes. He raised his chin slightly and said in a deep voice: "You have worked hard to take care of those junior brothers and sisters in the past three years. I will remember this contribution in my heart!"

The four disciples stood up and looked at each other. Du Juan took a step forward and said softly, "Master, the situation is very bad. In the past three years, our elixirs..."

Master Qiao's face became extremely gloomy. He waved his hand, signaling Dujuan not to speak.

In the past three years, Master Qiao had been concentrating on suppressing the fire poison, so he had not had much time to refine pills. In previous years, he always produced more than a hundred furnaces of high-end elixirs a year, and even more mid-range and low-end elixirs.

It is by relying on these elixirs, especially several of his unique secret elixirs, that Master Qiao is the VIP of the five major families and all forces in the Windless Valley. He is also a big figure in the Windless City Alchemist Guild whose words are law.

But in the past three years, the first year was okay and Chu Tian didn’t do anything too exaggerated.

Starting from the second year, Chu Tian provided a large number of various elixirs to the five major families at a speed that shocked Master Qiao. Master Qiao roughly estimated that the number of elixirs Chu Tian refined in a year was almost equal to the output of ten high-level alchemists from Master Qiao and below in the Wufeng City Alchemist Guild!

Master Qiao knew that some unique alchemy techniques could increase the speed of alchemy.

He also knew that there were some creative alchemists who could control several, dozens or even hundreds of alchemy furnaces at the same time and refine various elixirs on a large scale and in batches.

This kind of alchemy only exists in those alchemy forces with a long history, long inheritance, and complete system. It is simply beyond the imagination of these self-taught alchemists.

Chu Tian can provide elixirs so quickly and in such large quantities. It is obvious that his alchemy inheritance comes from a complete and orderly alchemy force.

Over the past three years, Chu Tian has squeezed alchemists like Master Qiao to the point where they can hardly breathe.

Three years ago, if the five major families had any special elixirs that needed to be refined, they had to ask Master Qiao in a nice manner, pay enough, and also see whether Master Qiao was available and in what mood, before they could get what they wanted.

With Chu Tian, ​​a troublemaker, the five major families can make pills for any special needs as long as they provide the recipe and the required medicinal materials. Chu Tian, ​​a guy without any "spine" as an alchemist, will gladly make pills for them without any additional conditions!

As time goes by, the representatives of the five major families rarely visit Bailuogou anymore!

If this continues, all the big and small forces in the Windless Valley will only know Hancui Cliff, and no one will remember Bailuogou anymore, and remember that there is a brilliant alchemy master in Bailuogou!

"Boy, you are going too far." Master Qiao sneered in a calm tone.

Having suffered enough from the raging fire poison in his body over the past three years, Master Qiao has learned to suppress his emotions. Even when he is furious, he speaks in a gentle voice, no longer as fiery as he was three years ago.

"Master is right. Now in the Windless Valley, everyone is saying that Han Cuiya has over ten thousand disciples!" Du Juan's eyes flashed with horror. She curled her red lips and sneered, "Those idiots don't even think about it. Is it so easy to train an alchemist? Over ten thousand disciples? Who does Hu Xiaotian think he is? Can he teach them?"

Master Qiao had a gloomy face and said nothing.

Among his more than ten thousand disciples, he had other information channels besides the four major disciples, so he naturally knew about this statement.

Han Cui Cliff has over ten thousand disciples, no, the exact number is more than seventeen thousand. Together with the more than seven hundred disciples from the five major families and other forces, the number of Han Cui Cliff's disciples now exceeds eighteen thousand!

Thinking of this terrifying number of people, Master Qiao also felt his scalp tingling.

If Chu Tian really trained them all into qualified alchemists.

Then Master Qiao could foresee that in the future the medicine market in Windless Canyon would have no place for Master Qiao and his people.

"Whether Hu Xiaotian has this ability, I don't know, but... it is rumored that there are some powerful forces in Fallen Star Ocean that are based on the Dao of Alchemy. Not to mention 10,000 disciples, even if there are 100,000 new disciples, they can still manage it very well."

"Inheritance, inheritance, this is the power of inheritance." Master Qiao sighed softly, "Three years ago, I asked Lily to plot against Hu Xiaotian because I wanted to obtain his inheritance and promote the alchemy world in Windless Canyon... Unfortunately, everyone in the world misunderstood me."

The four Dujuan daughters remained silent.

Master Qiao has indeed suppressed the fire poison in his body, so is he ready to make a move?

Is this an excuse for yourself to make a comeback?