Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

Scenes of human life slowly unfolded before him. Listening to many stories, Yang Ling's state of mind also improved steadily and quietly.

After Xu Fu put down the herbs, he sat aside respectfully. Seeing the many precious herbs presented by Xu Fu, Meng Tian opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

"Just say it." Yang Ling said calmly.

Meng Tian was stunned for a moment, then laughed awkwardly, "As expected of an expert, he speaks directly..."

As the top general of the Qin Dynasty, Meng Tian was certainly not a reckless man. Since Yang Ling had made it clear, he would speak frankly.

"This is what happened, Master. My father fought in battles for many years when he was young, and he has many underlying illnesses. He never took care of himself when he was young, and now that he is old, it is even more unbearable. He is often tortured by illness and cannot sleep at night..."

Meng Tian rubbed his hands and asked carefully: "I wonder if I can ask the master for one or two pills to treat my father? Of course, I won't ask the master to help me for nothing. I have prepared a lot of medicinal materials here..."

As he spoke, he carefully opened the package he had brought.

Although the package is not big, each of the herbs inside is a collection-level medicinal material.

Any one of them is more than 500 years old, and there is even a thousand-year-old Changbai Mountain snow ginseng, with complete hair and beard!
Seeing this scene, Xu Fu’s eyes widened. So many medicinal herbs?
Meng Tian has only been back for a few days, and he has collected so much?
He smiled bitterly helplessly. Is this the power of a big family?

Compared to them, I still lack a lot.

"I wonder, Master..." Meng Tian smiled and asked nervously.

In fact, he didn't really want to beg Yang Ling like this, but his father Meng Wu had too many wounds from years of fighting.

It’s not a big deal on normal days, but every time it rains heavily, the moisture will invade my body and cause severe pain.

Especially this time, the heavy rain that lasted for nine days made Meng Wu feel extremely miserable.

They searched for doctors everywhere but to no avail. Meng Tian couldn't bear it any longer, so he came to Yang Ling to ask for the elixir.

Yang Ling glanced at Meng Tian and did not refuse his request.

He flicked his fingers and three gray pills fell into Meng Tian's hands.

"Take it three times to relieve the pain."

"Thank you very much, thank you very much, master!" Meng Tian thanked him excitedly.

This scene made Xu Fu, who was not far away, extremely envious. He knew clearly the benefits and harms of these pills.

Although they look gray, each one is actually extremely powerful!

Back then in Taoyuan Valley, these elixirs easily brought Ying Zheng back to life; when he himself was seriously injured and his meridians were broken, it was these elixirs that saved his life.

And this is just the ash and pill residue left after refining the elixir. How powerful should the real elixir be?
Xu Fu thought with envy, but he also knew that no matter how much he envied, it was useless.

The master in front of you has a very clear temperament and character. He will give you what you give.

And if he, who had been saved several times, had his life resolved, and had been given a cultivation method, didn't have enough to pay back...

I'm afraid the outcome won't be any good.

Thinking of this, Xu Fu shuddered.

In the following period of time, Meng Tian did not stay too long, and Xu Fu left soon.

Not long after they left, in the distant imperial palace of Xianyang City, Ying Zheng, who had been practicing with disheveled hair for half a month without any progress, suddenly opened his eyes!
"No! We can't continue like this! What went wrong? We must go ask an expert!"

Deep inside the Great Qin Palace, Ying Zheng frowned, having practiced for more than half a month but making no progress, and was struggling over whether to seek help from Yang Ling.
At the same time, Fusu was buried in a mountain of memorials, so tired that he could not even straighten his back.

On the other hand, Yang Ling was enjoying the rare tranquility.

The sun was shining brightly. Under the peach tree, Yang Ling did not practice as usual, but quietly brewed tea.

After a month of meditation and nourishing his qi, the earth milk stone marrow in his body had been completely digested, and his cultivation was successfully promoted to the seventh level in the human world.

He understood the principle that too much is as bad as too little, so he did not continue to practice in the past few days, but instead calmed down and felt the changes in his cultivation.

Yang Ling sat cross-legged in front of the coffee table. The fire was boiling, the tea was bubbling, and he looked calm.

Once upon a time, he did not understand why those immortals would make tea and play chess when they had nothing to do, and even thought that they were showing off.

But after becoming a practitioner, he gradually understood the profound meaning of it.

Whether making tea or playing chess, what is important is not the thing itself, but the feeling of peace and tranquility.

For practitioners who fight against heaven and go against it all year round, this kind of peace of mind is particularly important.

Under the peach tree, Yang Ling brewed tea with her bare hands, her expression peaceful.

The breeze was blowing, the lights were shining, and the maid in the distance was kneeling respectfully beside him, while Yang Ling's sleeves were fluttering, like an immortal.

However, this tranquility did not last long. Yang Ling frowned slightly because he felt an unusual vitality.

He shook his head and looked towards the east with a puzzled look on his face.

During his cultivation these past few days, he always felt this vague vitality in the distance.

He didn't care at first, but as time went on, the aura seemed to become more and more condensed.

"What is this?" Yang Ling thought for a moment and finally shook his head.

It's probably some treasure that's about to be born, right?
Although this aura has condensed, it is not complete, and it is probably not time for it to be born yet.

Just as Yang Ling was drinking his tea calmly, a long-lost voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

'A special aura has been detected!'

'Trigger the mission!'

Mission? Yang Ling was stunned for a moment while holding the teacup. Was it the aura just now? It looked like that thing was indeed a treasure.

He casually clicked on the information in his mind, but the system prompt that popped up next made him open his eyes suddenly!
'Looking for the dragon's posthumous child!'

'Task description!'

After spitting out a mouthful of old tea, Yang Ling's eyes suddenly widened!

The maids nearby were originally admiring Yang Ling's indifferent and immortal look, but they were a little confused when they saw this sudden change.

Why did the master suddenly lose his composure?

The maids looked confused, but Yang Ling had no time to care about them at the moment.

He wiped the tea from his mouth and continued to look down with a horrified expression.

"On top of Dongshan Mountain, north of Chishui River, there is a mountain called Li. It is a secluded and dangerous place in the world. People may lose their talents there. It is rich in gold, stone, jade and silk." "There is a mythical beast on top. Its horns are like those of a deer, its head is like that of a camel, its eyes are like those of a rabbit, its neck is like that of a snake, its scales are like those of a fish, its claws are like those of an eagle, and its paws are like those of a tiger. It is called the True Dragon and is the leader of all scaly beasts."

'During the thunderstorm, a dragon came and roared, the sound was like the roar of an ox or the sound of a sword, and it flew up into the clouds and mist, it was a sign of good fortune.'

'It can be big or small, it can rise or hide. When it is big, it can create clouds and mist, and when it is small, it can hide its shape. When it rises, it can fly in the universe, and when it hides, it can lurk in the waves.'

'But the heaven and earth dissipate, and after all the splendor and splendor, they finally return to silence.'

'But the universe is so vast that there is always compassion.'

'There is a bloodline that survived countless years ago. It is about to be born under the nurturing of heaven and earth. It is the last bloodline under the sky.'

Looking at the task descriptions, Yang Ling's breathing suddenly became rapid!
dragon!
It’s actually a dragon!

The posthumous child of the last true dragon!
The last true dragon that survived when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was extinguished was born after endless years!

Are there really such things as dragons in this world?
Yang Ling's heart suddenly started beating!

Even though he had traveled through time and space and became a true Qigong practitioner, he still found it somewhat unbelievable at this moment!
Dragon!

That is the most ancient and mysterious creature among the Chinese nation since ancient times!

Does it really exist?

Yang Ling stood up suddenly and looked towards the east, with extremely brilliant runes suddenly boiling and flashing in his eyes!
Feeling the inexplicable breath in the distant sky and earth, even someone as calm as Yang Ling's breathing began to quicken!
The last true dragon bloodline in this world!
He carries the final luck of the once glorious dragon clan!
There is no doubt that this dragon is extremely precious!
If you can really find it and take it as a pet, it would be equivalent to accepting the good fortune left by the entire dragon clan!
Although there are not many, a lean camel is bigger than a horse, not to mention that those are the remnants of an entire dragon clan!
Thinking of this, Yang Ling's heart started beating wildly!
There was a gleam in his eyes!

If this was a real adult dragon, he would never dare to disturb it.

Even though he was already a seventh-level Qigong practitioner in the human world, he was no match for an adult true dragon!
But what if it is a young real dragon?
Yang Ling's breathing became more and more rapid, and the brilliant golden runes in his eyes flickered and boiled like stars!

This aura has not yet been completely condensed!
This means that it is either not fully born yet, or it is just a newborn dragon! He should be able to suppress it!

With his eyes shining, Yang Ling recalled the records in many books in his mind!

The dragon is a treasure, and seeing it brings good luck!
Not to mention the remaining luck of the true dragon lineage, this dragon itself is absolutely priceless!

Dragon scales, dragon teeth, dragon claws, dragon blood, dragon horns...

Which one is not extremely precious?
Especially as the last true dragon in the world, its preciousness has been magnified countless times!
Among the pill recipes he obtained, there were countless precious pills that required materials from the dragon clan!

When he first got these pill recipes, he didn't take it seriously, thinking how could these pills be successfully refined?

but now……

Yang Ling stood up with a bang, staring at a certain location in the east, with a gleam in his eyes!

If he really caught this dragon, he could definitely refine more pills! Each of these pills had extraordinary power!

"I didn't really take the system's reminder of the catastrophe that would happen ten years later seriously..."

"Now it seems that even dragons have appeared. If we wait until the time comes, perhaps something big will really happen!"

Thinking of this, Yang Ling's eyes gradually began to brighten!

no doubt!

This dragon must be captured!

Whether it is used as a battle pet or for refining medicine, this last true dragon is definitely not to be missed!

Must find him!
Without much hesitation, he twisted his wrist and grabbed a jade slip in his hand.

She stretched out a finger and wrote something on the jade slip, then handed it to the stunned maid beside her.

"Give this jade slip to Xu Fu."

"Let him take what is written on it."

The maid looked at the jade slip that she had taken out of thin air in shock, then looked at the words that Yang Ling had engraved on it with his fingers, and immediately swallowed her saliva!

What's going on?

How did you get this jade slip?
And these words were carved by the master with his fingers?

Holding the warm jade slip, the maid looked dazed!
However, Yang Ling didn't care what the maids guessed. After instructing the maids, he turned around and went back to the room!

Although he is fully confident in his own strength, he is facing the last true dragon in the world after all!
He couldn't help but be careless!
Previously, the jade slip contained many instructions to Xu Fu, hoping that he could go with him as an assistant.

However, if one wants to tame a real dragon, relying solely on Xu Fu's assistance is obviously not enough.

Yang Ling passed through the formation, with brilliant lights flowing, and soon came to a room covered with mysterious patterns.

He stretched out his hand and touched it lightly, the formation dissipated, he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Hundreds of formations suddenly lit up the moment Yang Ling stepped into the room, and a faint light filled the entire space.

In the room, rows of cabinets were neatly arranged, and on the cabinets were small bottles filled with medicinal pills!

These pills include "Body Strengthening Pill", "Feathering Pill", "Speed ​​Pill", "Great Recovery Pill", "Spirit Body Pill", "Rejuvenation Pill", "Light Body Pill" and so on. Each one is extremely exquisite and exudes a bright luster, which is completely different from the defective products given to Ying Zheng and Xu Fu.

At a glance, there are more than tens of thousands of these pills.

Yang Ling walked forward with a serious expression, carefully selected a dozen bottles of pills and put them into his pocket.

After finishing all this, he closed the door again.

Then, his robe rustled, mist swirled from his cuffs, and two gusts of wind rose from under his feet, slowly lifting him into the air.

This is a combination of the "Wind Control Technique" and the "Water Control Technique". Although it is not an authentic flying spell, after Yang Ling's hard work, it can barely allow him to fly in the air.

Although its speed is far inferior to authentic immortal magic, it is still several times faster than a horse.

Clouds and mist were swirling, the wind was howling, and Yang Ling's voice suddenly rushed out from the room, rising directly into the air, rushing towards the east where the breath was sensed in the distance.

In the yard, the maid who had just changed her clothes and was about to deliver the message to Xu Fu was stunned.

She looked at the empty yard and sky, rubbed her eyes vigorously, and said to herself in confusion: "Did something just fly over?"

At this time, above the azure blue sky, a group of wild geese were flying slowly in a V-shape.

However, just as they were flying leisurely, a gust of wind suddenly disrupted their peace.

A few old geese looked toward the west in confusion and spotted a rapidly expanding black spot.

Before they could see clearly what the black spot was, it suddenly rushed into their formation. With a loud noise and a strong wind, many geese were blown away. (End of this chapter)