"When will that fifth-grade alchemist arrive?"
"News has come from the Tang Dynasty and will arrive tomorrow, but..."
Lei Zhen hesitated to speak.
"But what, Lao Lei, stop hesitating and just say what you want to say," Qin Chu said impatiently.
"That fifth-rank alchemist had a bad temper. He cursed all the way from the Tang Dynasty to the Qi Dynasty, and his curse words were very harsh."
Actually, it is understandable.
Others traveled to the Tang Dynasty, but they were not members of the dynasty. When the war was lost, they became bargaining chips, which would make anyone angry.
However, this man had a very vicious tongue, which made the escorting soldiers so angry that they almost couldn't help but chop him to pieces.
So weird?
Qin Chu was stunned for several minutes before he reacted and said that it was okay. As long as he could refine the fourth-grade Dragon Soul Pill, he could accept being scolded and venting his anger.
I just don't know if I can refine the fourth-grade Dragon Soul Pill?
The Dragon Soul Pill is the best among the fourth-grade pills. It is extremely difficult to refine. It is difficult for ordinary fifth-grade alchemists to refine it, unless they are extremely skilled fifth-grade alchemists.
He told Lei Zhen to notify him immediately when the person arrived.
Lei Zhengang left.
Qin Heng and Shen Qingzhou came, carrying the boiled medicine soup.
Qin Chu's stomach churned violently when he saw the dark medicine in the bowl. He had been drinking it for several days in a row, and each time it tasted worse than the last.
The key is of no use.
Every time he protested, his father would give him a lecture in a righteous manner, saying, "This was made by your mother herself, how can you let her down?"
Qin Chu had reason to believe that his father's revenge was outright revenge.
"Dad, you are good at pitting."
After pinching their noses and drinking the medicine, the two left contentedly. His father Qin Heng even winked at him with a sly smile on his face.
Qin Chu's face turned even darker.
The next day.
The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty sent the fifth-rank alchemist Zhou Jun to the General City. Zhou Jun was locked in a prison car made of heavy iron. He banged on the car door and uttered unbearable curses.
The Tang Dynasty soldiers seemed to have had enough. After a brief handover, they left the General City as quickly as possible.
"Fuck it, I was just passing by the Tang Dynasty. It has nothing to do with you. You have successfully pissed me off. When I get out, I will bring my fellow disciples to defeat the Tang Dynasty."
"Ahh...I'm so angry."
"Fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations."
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Qin Chu drove his wheelchair over and heard the unbearable sound. The corners of his mouth twitched fiercely. This man was also a powerful person. He had been scolding for several days and nights without stopping for a moment and he didn't feel tired at all.
"Stop scolding, let's talk."
"Who the hell are you? If you ask me not to curse, then I won't. Are you the king?" Zhou Jun didn't give any face and continued to curse.
Perhaps he found an object to vent his anger on, and the spearhead was directed at Qin Chu.
Qin Chu's expression gradually changed. He thought he had pretty good self-control, but when he heard the greetings to his eighteen generations of ancestors, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Lao Zha, beat him up, then smear honey on him and throw him into the millipede ant nest."
"Yes, sir."
Zhou Jun is a fifth-rank alchemist and also a real person in the early Nascent Soul stage. In order to prevent him from escaping, he was given the Soul-Banned Powder.
Zhou Jun is now no different from an ordinary person.
The smoke-crusher easily pulled him out, took out his weapon and started fighting. The four Qingyun ghosts also took out their weapons.
Zhou Jun was a foul-mouthed man, but he was actually quite tough. After an hour of beating, his skin was torn and flesh was exposed, but he didn't even say a word.
When they smeared him with honey and were about to throw him into the millipede ant nest, Zhou Jun suddenly shouted, "I won't scold you anymore. Don't throw me in. I'm ticklish."
"Are you really not going to curse anymore?"
Zhou Jun quickly shook his head and said, "No more scolding, never again."
Bitch.
If you had done this earlier, why would you have suffered so much?
After the smoker put the man down, Qin Chu asked, "You are a fifth-grade alchemist. Is there any problem with refining the Dragon Soul Pill?"
"You want me to make the elixir?"
"Of course, if I don't let you make the elixir, why would I go to so many lengths to get you to Da Qi."
"It was you, you bastard, who asked for me. I'm going to fuck you..." Zhou Jun suddenly became agitated and started cursing at Qin Chu again. No wonder the people from the Tang Dynasty arrested him. It turned out that it was the bastard in front of him who did it.
"Lao Zha, throw him in."
Qin Chu found that this person was very difficult to communicate with and he had to make him realize the current situation.
The smoker picked up Zhou Jun and threw him into the centipede ant nest.
The dense swarms of millipede ants smelled the sweetness of honey and the smell of blood, and became very energetic. They climbed onto Zhou Jun and started to eat him in big mouthfuls.
Zhou Jun couldn't hold on for more than a minute before surrendering.
"I'll make some medicine for you, let me out now."
Qin Chu remained unmoved. A man like Zhou Jun must be taught a memorable lesson.
Zhou Jun's screams were endless.
Half an hour later, the smoker pulled the man out.
Zhou Jun was covered in blood, lying on the ground with a dull look in his eyes, repeating "let me go" over and over again.
Qin Chu took a quick look and asked, "Can you refine a fourth-grade Dragon Soul Pill?"
Zhou Jun, who had a dull look in his eyes, suddenly became alert and knelt in front of Qin Chu, saying "I can do it".
"That's good," Qin Chu smiled, "Take him to take a shower and change into clean clothes."
After changing his clothes, Zhou Jun came to Qin Chu.
He no longer cursed like before, but was trembling with fear, afraid of being thrown into the millipede ant nest again. The feeling of excruciating pain still lingered in his mind.
Qin Chu didn't waste any words and threw out a storage bag containing the materials for refining the Dragon Soul Pill.
"I want three hundred Dragon Soul Pills of top grade or above. If you don't have enough materials, feel free to come to me."
After saying a few words, he drove away in his wheelchair.
Zhou Jun held the storage bag with a complicated expression and sighed, "How sad it is that I, a fifth-rank alchemist, have fallen to this point."
At this moment, he had recovered to the early Nascent Soul stage and took out the alchemy furnace from the storage ring.
He sat cross-legged and began to make the elixir.
This time, no carelessness is allowed when refining the pill. On the one hand, the Dragon Soul Pill is extremely difficult to refine, not to mention that the quality must be top-grade.
Another aspect, and the most important one, was that he was afraid that Qin Chu would be dissatisfied.
Zhou Jun was refining medicine in the room.
Qin Chu stroked his chin and thought, if he became an alchemist, he wouldn't have to go through so much trouble when encountering similar problems in the future.
With his qualifications, nothing is difficult for him.
He then called over Ya Yanke and ordered him to collect alchemy techniques within the General City.
Less than a day.
Yayanke brought back a thousand books on alchemy, with varying grades, ranging from first grade to the highest fourth grade.
As for the fifth-grade alchemy technique, General City does not have it.
Qin Chu began to flip through the pages very quickly, his eyes as sharp as lightning, scanning each page.
In half a day, he digested a thousand books on alchemy.
If outsiders knew about this, they would be shocked.
Zhou Jun was still refining the elixir. Qin Chu took out an alchemy furnace from his storage ring. The grade of the alchemy furnace was not high, it was only a top-grade spiritual weapon.
It's enough to practice.
For several days, Qin Chu stayed in his room making elixirs.
Explosions were heard from time to time.
Qin Heng and Shen Qingzhou rushed over upon hearing the noise, but were both stopped outside the door by Gan Yanke. Alchemy requires quietness and no distractions.
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