"Zhenyang Sect canceled the purchase of 200 Bingqing Pills?"

Qin Gengyun was startled, and suddenly remembered what Mo Xiaolan said that day when the three major sects suffered heavy losses after the battle to siege the Demon Sect.

In order to save costs, this year's Northern Wilderness Trial has drastically cut expenses, using more high-quality low-level elixirs instead of expensive high-grade elixirs.

Two hundred Bingqing pills and two hundred bags of high-quality Qingfeng powder.

The difference in utility is not that big, but the price is very different.

No way.

Did I really ruin the abbot's big deal accidentally?

That's really... kind of cool.

But I have to be more low-key now, so as not to let the abbot find out that I have ruined his good deeds.

Danfu Building has a rule that the source of goods cannot be disclosed to outsiders, and Manager Tong should not mention himself to others casually.

He just needs to be cautious now and see how the situation develops before making any plans.

"Qin Gengyun, come here!"

At this time, Yang Fengshan walked out of the alchemy room and shouted to Qin Gengyun.

Qin Gengyun walked over and said calmly, "Manager Yang, what's the matter?"

Yang Fengshan pointed to the abandoned alchemy room next to him and said, "Go in and clean it up."

Qin Gengyun was surprised: "Manager Yang, didn't you say that the alchemy room needs to be repaired and no one is allowed to enter?"

Yang Fengshan glared at him: "Just go when I told you to. Why are you talking so much? Be careful or I'll deduct your spirit stones!"

Then he threw the keys to him.

Qin Gengyun said nothing more. He took the key to unlock the door of the old alchemy room and walked in with a broom. He saw that the room was full of dust and the bronze furnace and the spirit fan were still there.

The surrounding furnishings and decorations have not changed at all, and it doesn't look like it has been renovated at all.

Qin Gengyun suddenly remembered the conversation he overheard between Yang Fengshan and the abbot that day.

Yang Fengshan complained to the master of the alchemy room, saying that Qin Gengyun always went to the abandoned alchemy room in a sneaky manner, as if he wanted to steal the bronze furnace.

Qin Gengyun immediately became alert.

Yang Fengshan suddenly asked him to go into the old alchemy room to clean it and gave him the key.

If the bronze furnace disappears one day, wouldn’t he be labeled as the “traitor”?

Thinking of this, Qin Gengyun put down the broom, walked to the alchemy room, and knocked hard on the door.

After a moment, Yang Fengshan opened the door and glared at him unkindly:

"Didn't I ask you to clean the old alchemy room?!"

Qin Gengyun stretched out his hand, in his palm lay the key to the old alchemy room door lock, and said loudly in a voice that everyone around could hear:

"Manager Yang, it's not right for you to give the key to me. I'm returning it to you now."

Yang Fengshan was startled, then waved his hand: "The master is refining the elixir, please don't disturb me, we'll talk tomorrow!"

Qin Gengyun still handed the key to Yang Fengshan:

"Butler Yang, you are the butler. You should keep all the room keys. Please accept them."

Yang Fengshan was stunned, his expression changed, and the voice of the abbot came from inside:

"Fengshan, don't waste time."

"Yes." Yang Fengshan had no choice but to take the key from Qin Gengyun's hand, glared at him fiercely, and slammed the door.

Qin Gengyun had achieved his goal and said no more. He quickly cleaned the old alchemy room and went to do other work.

However, he had already made up his mind that he would leave Lingdanfang once he became a second-level alchemist.

If there is a chance, it is better to open an alchemy shop of your own than to live under someone else's roof.

…

Danfu Building.

On the second floor, there is an inner hall specially used for receiving distinguished guests.

A handsome male cultivator wearing a brocade robe sat at the top. His posture was as elegant as an immortal, but his expression was somewhat arrogant.

Shopkeeper Tong smiled broadly as he stood in front of the male cultivator and said respectfully:

"Master Steward, I am Tong Jinyin, the shopkeeper of this Danfu Building."

This male cultivator in brocade robe is the deacon of Zhenyang Sect. He was ordered by the inner sect elders to investigate the remnants of the Demon Sect. He has great power. Although Tong Jinyin is the owner of Danfu Building, he can only stand and talk in front of this deacon.

The deacon glanced at Shopkeeper Tong and said calmly:

"Dan Fu Lou is well-informed. Is there anything strange happening in Yunling Town recently?"

Shopkeeper Tong thought for a moment and said, "Some time ago, there were ghost cultivators robbing people at night and killing a talisman master, but they have stopped in the past few days."

The deacon waved his hand: "I'm not here to catch a few ghost cultivators, are there any more?"

Shopkeeper Tong thought hard for a moment and shook his head, "It is true that there is no one left, Master Steward. Yunling Town is remote and poor, and the remnants of the Demon Sect would not come here."

The deacon tapped the table with his fingers and suddenly said, "I heard that most of the high-quality Qingfeng Powder purchased for the Northern Wasteland Trial came from you?"

Shopkeeper Tong was startled, and then he understood why the deacon came to see him, and hurriedly said:

"Master Steward, it is true. The high-quality Qingfeng Powder was sold to us by a casual alchemist."

The deacon's eyes were slightly stern: "A casual cultivator? What level of cultivation is he?"

Shopkeeper Tong replied respectfully: "He should be at the third level of Qi training, a first-level alchemist."

"With such a low level of cultivation, he was able to refine Qingfeng Powder that is comparable to a second-grade elixir..."

The deacon asked again, "What else is special about this person?"

Shopkeeper Tong thought for a moment and said, "Master Steward, I think this man is very ordinary. He was promoted to a first-class alchemist when he was nearly forty years old. He was able to refine the high-quality Qingfeng Powder, which should be the result of his accumulated experience, but he is now weak in succession."

The deacon looked at him and asked, "What do you mean?"

Shopkeeper Tong said, "That day I asked him if he could refine a high-quality blood-clotting pill within seven days. He said he couldn't do it. I guess he had just become an alchemist and could only refine spirit powder."

“In that case, you are almost the same as an ordinary cultivator.” The coldness in the deacon’s eyes gradually dissipated, as if he had lost interest in Yunling Town. He stood up and walked out.

Shopkeeper Tong bowed quickly and said, "Sir, take care."

The deacon walked straight out of the Danfu Building, looked at the casual cultivators passing by, and shook his head in disdain:

"Senior sister, you are really worrying too much. What kind of evil remnants can be hiding in this small town of Yunling? Well, let's go back to the sect and report."

After saying that, he waved his right hand, a light flashed, and a colorful flying sword appeared.

This immediately attracted exclamations from passers-by.

"Mid-grade flying sword?!"

"Purple Sun Brocade Robe! He is an inner sect disciple of Zhenyang Sect!"

“Oh my god!”

"Ant." The deacon snorted coldly, and under the envious gazes of the wandering cultivators, he stepped on the flying sword with an elegant posture, instantly rose from the ground, and flew away with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

All that was left was a brilliant glow and exclamations all over the floor.

…

Three quarters of an hour in You.

Qin Gengyun returned to Narrow Rain Alley with five more vitality fruits on him.

He bought this on his way back from his job.

To refine the blood clotting pill, one needs blood clotting grass and vitality fruit. Last night, Qiu Zhihe agreed to help him cultivate the blood clotting grass. The vitality fruit is a common medicinal material and one spirit stone can buy five of them, so there is no need to trouble Qiu Zhihe.

Walking into the narrow rain alley and about to go back to his rental house, he saw Meng Yu still sitting at the door of Mo Xiaolan's house opposite, as if he had been waiting for a whole day.

Qin Gengyun thought for a moment, then stepped forward and asked:

"Friend Meng, what are you doing?"

Meng Yu raised his head, his face bruised and swollen, and grinned:

"I will wait for Daoist Mo to come back and kowtow to apologize to her."

"Well, just wait."

Qin Gengyun pulled up the corners of his mouth and forced a smile. He didn't know what had gone wrong with Meng Yu. He seemed like a different person.

We should pay more attention to him later to prevent him from doing anything bad to Fellow Daoist Mo.

When he returned home, Qiu Zhihe had already cooked porridge. When she saw him come in, she served him a bowl.

"Let's eat."

"good."

Qin Gengyun smiled and nodded, then sat down to have dinner with Qiu Zhihe.

"You said yesterday that you wanted to give Daoyou Mo a gift as a token of your gratitude."

Qiu Zhihe suddenly said:

"I've decided what to give."