"If you like it, young friend, I'll give it to you."
It was meant to be given to Wei Qinghe, not just taken upstairs for alchemy.
"Then thank you very much, sir."
Wei Qinghe was quite displeased. After taking out the pills, she took the alchemy furnace away.
"Young friend, you may go upstairs now."
The old man seemed to be in a greater hurry to go upstairs than Wei Qinghe, who clearly wanted to wait for the other alchemists to join him.
However, since the old man had urged her, she had no choice but to comply.
As she approached the second-floor staircase, she sensed an indescribable mysterious aura surrounding her, which she hadn't noticed when her divine sense had come over earlier.
The old man floated up the stairs first. "Young friend, don't be nervous, follow me."
Wei Qinghe held the talisman in one hand and reached for the whip at her waist, which resembled a belt decoration, with the other.
As soon as I stepped onto the stairs, it was as if time had stopped; the surrounding silence was terrifying.
As you move, light and shadow play across the stairs beneath your feet.
A moment later, the aroma of the elixir mingled with the aura of fire elemental power wafted over.
The alchemists on this floor were even more fanatical; their expressions were focused, their eyes were fervent, and their appearances were utterly unkempt.
"Young friend, this is the best I can do for you. If you can make it to the fifth floor and meet the master, please tell him that I am homesick."
Wei Qinghe looked back at the old man floating at the top of the stairs. His expression was complicated, and his eyes were pleading.
The master? The master of this five-story tower?
“The old man is homesick. If I can reach the fifth floor, I will definitely pass on his message. If I can come out alive, I can also take him home.”
The old man hesitated, but there was obvious gratitude in his eyes.
One soul is homesick.
Even if we go back, what difference will it make?
"If you are truly willing to help me, then please take my remains back to the Lingdan Sect when you leave. I am Gan Feng Daozun, the Grand Elder of the Lingdan Sect."
"Is the old man also from the Spirit Pill Sect?" Wei Qinghe didn't know much about the Spirit Pill Sect before, but this time she encountered quite a few people from the Spirit Pill Sect.
The old man's eyes lit up at the mention of sect honor, and he felt a delightful surprise at seeing an old friend again. "Young friend, are you also from the Spirit Pill Sect?"
"I'm not from the Spirit Pill Sect. I've just encountered a few groups of people from the Spirit Pill Sect these past few days," Wei Qinghe said truthfully.
He also mentioned, "I wonder if Daoist Ganfeng has ever seen Fang Wei'an of the Lingdan Sect enter this tower?"
Gan Feng Daoist thought carefully, "Fang Wei'an went in many years ago. He's on the second floor. Are you here to see him, young friend?"
"Where are the remains of Daoist Ganfeng buried?" Wei Qinghe simply nodded, without going into details about Fang Weian with Daoist Ganfeng.
It's good that Fang Wei'an is still alive.
Speaking of this title, Daoist Ganfeng's face turned angry, and there was even murderous intent in his eyes.
"Back then, I was deceived by that woman surnamed Yi. She and her lover assassinated me outside the pavilion depicted in the wall painting. My bones have long since become nourishment for the lilies, but my soul is imprisoned in this five-story tower."
The one surnamed Yi? The adulterer, the city lord is named Yi Haoyue.
Wei Qinghe immediately made a promise, "I will remember it. If I am fortunate enough to leave this place and find the mural, I will definitely bring the remains of Daoist Ganfeng back to the Lingdan Sect."
Just as Wei Qinghe turned around, Gan Feng Daozun suddenly called out to her.
"Young friend, what's your name?"
"Wei Qinghe!" Wei Qinghe said calmly, then turned and joined the alchemists.
"Wei Qinghe!" Gan Feng Daoist muttered a few times, "Could she be a member of the Wei family of the Ling Sect?"
"Young friend Qinghe, remember my remains, remember..."
Wei Qinghe looked in the direction of the sound, but his soul had already vanished.
The other alchemists acted as if they hadn't heard anything and continued to concentrate on refining their own pills.
Wei Qinghe focused her mind and quickly obtained the medicinal materials she needed, then began refining pills according to the traditional refining methods she had mastered.
As the tempering fire was released, she immediately sensed a strange fire element present here.
Soon two alchemists came up from the first floor; Gan Feng Daozun did not personally deliver them.
The two of them were practically in tears when they came up, and immediately knelt down in front of Wei Qinghe after seeing her.
"Master, please accept my bow!"
Wei Qinghe's hand controlling the fire trembled slightly. She couldn't quite accept it as she watched two alchemists, not much younger than Daoist Hongqi, kneeling to become her disciples.
It was just a casual remark; surely it's not enough to make someone want to become her apprentice?
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