A rich spiritual energy emanated from the tower, and the mixed fragrance of elixirs filled the air.
Before Wei Qinghe could get close, the tightly closed door was suddenly opened from the inside, and a disheveled alchemist rushed out like a madman.
"Impossible, impossible! With such abundant spiritual energy and the best medicinal herbs used, why did it still fail?"
An alchemy furnace was thrown out and slammed hard into the alchemist's back.
Caught off guard, the alchemist was knocked to the ground, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. But as if he felt no pain, he struggled to his feet and staggered away.
He kept muttering to himself, "I want to collect medicinal herbs again, I want to refine pills again, I want to become the most skilled alchemist..."
Bang!
The five-story tower's doors suddenly slammed shut.
With a flick of her fingertips, Wei Qinghe lifted the pills from the alchemy furnace on the ground.
It was a top-grade elixir, but it was burnt.
It is vaguely apparent that the purity of the elixir is not high.
It seems that not all alchemists who come in die.
It's unclear whether the alchemist came in to refine pills on his own initiative, or whether someone requested to do so.
As an alchemist, Wei Qinghe knew very well that there were still people refining pills inside the five-story tower, and quite a few of them at that.
Just as Wei Qinghe was hesitating whether to approach, an old voice rang in her ears.
Even Wei Qinghe was startled by the sudden sound.
"Now that you're here, young friend, why not come in and show off your skills in alchemy?"
Sure enough, someone requested that the alchemist go in to refine pills.
Wei Qinghe walked out from behind the tree in a generous manner. "The city lord told me to come in and that I could freely gather herbs and cultivate in the holy land. He didn't tell me that I had to come in to refine pills."
The aged voice rang out again, "It seems Yi Haoyue didn't tell you that this is a sacred cultivation ground!"
It turns out the city lord's name is Yi Haoyue.
"So this is the sacred place for cultivation." Wei Qinghe feigned surprise.
The tightly closed door was suddenly opened, and the phantom of an old man with white hair and beard suddenly appeared. The old man looked like a sage.
Even from a distance, Wei Qinghe could sense an extremely strong sword intent emanating from this illusory figure.
This is a very strong swordsman.
He doesn't seem like a tower keeper either.
The old man smiled and said, "Young friend, would you like to come in and try alchemy? The spiritual energy inside the tower is pure and abundant. Many alchemists have broken through in the tower. Not only have their cultivation improved, but the purity and grade of their pills have also been greatly enhanced."
This would be very tempting for any monk.
As if bewitched, Wei Qinghe did not answer and went straight towards the gate.
From the outside, the inside of the tower looks dim and gloomy, as if nothing can be seen clearly.
But once you enter this door, you will see a strange sight.
This is the first floor of the five-story tower. Many alchemists are mechanically refining pills, almost like idiots, without any communication or change in expression.
The old man followed Wei Qinghe and said, "Young friend, if the pills you refine are up to standard, you can go upstairs. If you can go up to the fifth floor, you will make rapid progress in both pill refining and cultivation."
Wei Qinghe appeared expressionless, but in reality, she was carefully observing everything on this floor.
The image of the scene when she entered the secret realm flashed through her mind. She had only noticed the dancing beauty and the man playing the zither, but had overlooked the prominent spire near the distant mountains.
He started calculating the locations of various parts of the mural and the layout of the Bagua formation in his mind.
"Can I just concoct any kind of elixir here?"
Wei Qinghe quickly snapped out of her thoughts and glanced around. The medicinal herbs here were not complete.
Upon observation, she found that there were very few pills that could be made from locally sourced materials.
The old man followed Wei Qinghe like a ghost. "Every alchemist who comes in has one chance to find the right materials. Of course, if they fail, they have to find the herbs themselves."
"Are they all newcomers?" Wei Qinghe asked while remotely locating the medicinal herbs she needed.
The old man chuckled, “Some are newcomers, while others have been trapped here for who knows how long. Although their alchemy skills are substandard, they have achieved considerable success here, so naturally they are reluctant to leave.”
Before entering, Wei Qinghe deliberately cut off the spiritual energy supply to the space, and indeed gained a lot of spiritual energy after entering.
"Then I'll give it a try."
After saying that, Wei Qinghe walked directly to the medicinal herbs she needed, deliberately pausing for a moment behind the alchemist.
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