After robbing Danfeng, Ye Qiao returned with almost a full load, which made the master of Danfeng suffer. He had to watch this little girl and her third senior brother jumping up and down, and taking away almost one-tenth of those expensive pills.
The key point is that this kid is a greedy person. He even took away a lot of spiritual plants from his medicinal fields when he passed by.
The leader of Danfeng Peak was so distressed that he bled and wished he could kick these two relatives out with one kick.
Fortunately, I managed to hold back in the end.
He tried his best to brainwash himself: he was his own direct disciple, the future hope of the Changming Sect, and he must not be kicked...
Xue Yu stayed with her until the evening and sent his junior sister to her yard. For some reason, as soon as he stepped into his junior sister's yard, he always felt that the spiritual energy was too strong.
Xue Yu looked at the furnishings around him. Since he was not a talisman practitioner, he had no idea why this situation had occurred. In keeping with his duty as a senior brother, he reminded her, "Junior sister, the spiritual energy here is more concentrated than anywhere else."
If I have to say, the spiritual energy here is not much different from that in the forbidden area.
Xue Yu could only attribute it to the fact that his junior sister was lucky to be assigned to a courtyard with rich spiritual energy. He tried his best to persuade her: "With such a favorable location and time, you should practice more diligently. There is only more than half a year left before the sect competition."
Ye Qiao nodded thoughtfully: "You are right."
Xue Yu was relieved for less than three seconds when he saw his dear junior sister said seriously: "But the great philosopher said that you have to go to bed on time at ten o'clock, otherwise it will be bad for your health."
Then she lay peacefully on the bed, folded her hands and said, "Good night, Third Brother."
Three question marks popped up above Xue Yu’s head: Who is the philosopher?
Wait, you're asleep already?
After a while, he looked at Ye Qiao, whose eyes were closed and she looked peaceful as if she had passed away. He smiled through gritted teeth and said, "Good night, Junior Sister."
*
Early the next morning, when Ye Qiao went to the cafeteria to eat, he happened to meet a few junior brothers from Danfeng on the way.
The two men sat opposite her, chatting idly.
"I just made two pills. Why don't we go down the mountain and sell them secretly today?"
Another junior brother readily agreed: "Okay, after buying two, I should be able to earn 200 middle-grade spirit stones, and then I won't have to eat steamed buns anymore."
No matter whether it is the outer or inner gate cafeteria of Changming Sect, every meal is served with steamed buns, which is unbearable for anyone.
Ye Qiao's mind was slightly moved, "Do all alchemy practitioners make money this way?"
The rules of the Changming Sect prohibit disciples from reselling talismans and elixirs privately, but there are loopholes in everything. No one will keep an eye on you every day, and the elders will turn a blind eye.
Ye Qiao thought about the spoils he had plundered yesterday. No wonder the leader of Danfeng was so distressed.
The two inner sect disciples didn't recognize her, and when they saw the black sword on her waist, they thought she was a sword practitioner from the inner sect.
"Yes, theoretically speaking, the only poor ones are you sword cultivators. We, the alchemists, can sell a bottle of medium-grade Soul-Returning Pill for three hundred high-grade spirit stones."
The man said with some embarrassment, "But our cultivation is low now, and we can't make the Huiling Pill. It seems that only Senior Brother Xue in our sect can make it."
The poor swordsman Ye Qiaomo was stabbed in the heart.
But now she is no longer the same person she was at the beginning. She now has a lot of elixirs, and she has collected a lot of top-grade spiritual medicines alone.
But the pills from Danfeng must not be sold, after all, they are rare. Even if you want to sell them, you have to sell the ones you refine yourself.
Ye Qiao suddenly had an idea to give the ancient elixir recipe she wrote down yesterday a try.
It seems that all orthodox alchemy practitioners need an alchemy furnace, so Ye Qiao sincerely asked the two alchemists about the price of the alchemy furnace.
After learning that a slightly better alchemy furnace would cost ten thousand high-quality spirit stones, she looked like an old man on the subway looking at his phone.
Excuse me.
After eating, Ye Qiao decided to be self-reliant. She went to the cafeteria aunt to ask for a big iron pot. Anyway, there was nothing she couldn't use to practice. A big pot was also a pot!
We should not discriminate based on species.
It's not because she's poor.
…
Back in the yard, she prepared a big pot, and eagerly drew a fire-controlling talisman. Alchemy practitioners all have fire spiritual roots and their own spiritual fire, but the original owner had thunder spiritual roots, which is quite rare in the world of cultivation. No one has figured out the specific use of thunder spiritual roots yet, so they are classified as useless spiritual roots.
Ye Qiao was a half-baked monk, so naturally she didn't understand anything. Her mind was now full of how to make money.
As the flames rose higher, she threw the spiritual plants she had looted from Danfeng into the air.
Then he imitated the movements of the old man in the fragment, changing his fingers and using his spiritual sense to crush and refine the spiritual plants, finally achieving perfection and combining them to create the pill seal.
Nine Dan seals were spinning around, Ye Qiao collected her consciousness, merged and shaped them, and at the final stage of perfume adjustment, she pondered for a moment.
I chose my favorite flavor of snail noodles.
However, after opening the pot, it was found that there were supposed to be nine pills, but now, someone didn't know what went wrong in the process and they turned into a large yellow pill.
Ye Qiao had seen the pills refined by his third senior brother. Each one was round, smooth, white and full.
Myself...
No matter how you look at it, it's overnutrition.
Could it be that because it was cultivated in a big pot, it simply grew randomly? She looked thoughtfully at the shapeless pill in the big pot, somewhat worried whether it could be sold in this appearance.
"Don't be too competitive." Ye Qiao muttered to himself. This was the only way to comfort himself. "At least this is edible...right?"
She used to be a kitchen killer in modern times, and now she can succeed in one go. Ye Qiao couldn't help but give herself a thumbs up.
She is simply a genius.
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