I don’t know how much time has passed.
When Wu Banxian woke up again, he found himself in a Taoist temple.
The blue brick and red tile palace outside looked a bit old, and the surroundings were empty and silent. He was lying on the ground, buried in a layer of foul-smelling black soil, with only his head exposed.
The black soil seemed to have a very strange power. His body was pressed tightly and he could not move.
"My good disciple, stop struggling. You can't escape the power of this elixir residue."
A figure walked out of the hall, it was the old man in the windbreaker.
"What do you want to do!" Wu Banxian felt vaguely uneasy.
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"Haha, I've been practicing Taoism since I was young. I learned to read at the age of three, and I knew all the Taoist classics by heart by the age of twelve. My master called me the reincarnation of a celestial being. When I was eighteen, no one in the entire sect could answer my questions. At the age of twenty, I left the sect, visited famous mountains and rivers, and became a Taoist hermit..."
"My life's goal is to become an immortal!"
"Unfortunately, it was all just a passing cloud. Everything in the Taoist books was fake. Just when my energy was running out, the blood moon descended, and I saw hope..."
"But it's too late. I've become an Awakener at the age of a hundred. Even though I've mastered mysterious powers, I'm limited by the materials and can't use them. Heaven is unfair to me!"
"But I have it!"
"I can definitely refine an elixir that can lead to enlightenment and ascension!"
A hint of madness appeared on the shriveled face of the old man in the windbreaker.
Wu Banxian, who was buried in the black soil, cursed in his heart, this old guy is a complete lunatic.
You want to become an immortal? You must have read too much and become stupid!
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"You don't believe it?"
"That's right, you've only awakened physically, but your minds are still ignorant. You can't understand this kind of thing!"
After struggling for a long time, Wu Banxian finally gave up the idea of breaking free.
"What have you done to this grave?"
The black soil was filled with a rotten smell, and he could tell at a glance that it was grave soil.
"This is not ordinary grave soil, but the residue from the failed refining of the Tribulation Pill." The old man in the windbreaker grinned.
"Do you know who are buried in the graves?"
"dead!"
"So don't waste your energy. There's no way a dead person can break free!"
The dregs made from grave soil have another function. When they cover the whole body, they will restrain the strength of the trapped person.
Like a buried dead person!
The old man smiled sinisterly, then came to the center of the hall and stopped at a furnace.
"It's been two months. I'm sure I'll succeed today!"
With his hands covering the alchemy furnace, a ball of golden flame began to envelop the entire furnace body. The flame in the furnace became more and more vigorous, and gradually its color could no longer be seen.
The old man in the windbreaker had a solemn look on his face.
Half an hour later.
The old man withdrew his hands, clapped his palms, and lifted a corner of the roof.
After seeing the finished product inside, the trembling old man's eyes flashed with a gleam of light.
"I've made the Tribulation Pill!"
"I have made the real Tribulation Pill!"
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The old man held in his hand a pill that was pitch black, the size of a fist, and no different from the dirt on Wu Banxian's body. Looking at the old man's excited expression, it seemed as if he was holding a magic pill.
“Isn’t this still grave soil?
"Wu Banxian said.
"What do you know!"
"The grave soil those people bought is all dregs and failures. Activating it with blood can only be used on seriously ill people, protecting them from disasters!"
"Every time they come back from the brink of death, another person suffers the same disaster. One person dies, one person is saved!"
"This is the real Tribulation Pill. After the Awakened eat it, all the disasters in the world will be ineffective against me. Even if the thunderbolt comes, there will be others to bear the calamity for me!"
The old man in the windbreaker took a bite of the Tribulation Pill, and an expression of disgust immediately appeared on his face.
It smells so bad and tastes so bad!
But when he thought of the efficacy of the pill, he swallowed it.
In no time, he finished the fist-sized Tribulation Pill.
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"Now, it's your turn!"
"I want to make the life force in your body into a longevity pill and a rejuvenation pill!"
The old man in the windbreaker wiped his mouth and approached Wu Banxian step by step.
"You lunatic, how can a person turn into a pill? It will kill people!" Wu Banxian was a little scared.
At the same time, he felt a surge of regret. If he had known earlier, he would not have come out. He should have reunited with his leader before taking action.
The leader was right. He only had the fifth-level power, but he couldn't exert the true strength of the fifth level.
The old man in the windbreaker said: "Haha, I've used awakened ones to refine pills before. Don't worry, with my alchemy ability, there's at least a 10% chance that your body won't be wasted!"
"10%? Rounding it up means failure, right? Let me go, and I'll tell you how!"
Wu Banxian was shocked and tried to delay time.
"10% is already a very high chance. Don't worry, I'll practice the Tribulation Pill nine times first to give you a boost. Your 10% chance will definitely win!"
"Fuck, who told you that the success rate is calculated like this! That's not how you make pills!" Wu Banxian roared.
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The old man in the windbreaker ignored him and directly blocked Wu Banxian's mouth with grave soil.
Then he walked to the corner, picked up a bag and poured it into the furnace.
The most critical raw material for refining the Tribulation Pill is grave soil.
And it’s not the soil from an ordinary person’s grave.
You have to choose those who have done good deeds throughout their lives and use the soil from their ancestral graves to refine it.
With his own "alchemy" ability, combined with the "extraction" function of this strange thing, there is a certain chance of refining what he wants.
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