Self-struggle starting from Douluo

Chapter 255 Mang Tianzhi

"Pfft!"

The old man dropped the body and said with a chuckle, "Boy, just because you dare to follow me, I acknowledge your courage... But young man, it's better not to say some big words, lest you get offended."

Qing Huan's expression remained unchanged as he said, "Old sir, you deny everything just because you don't have enough knowledge. This kind of conservatism is not a good thing!"

The old man didn't mind at all. He looked at Qing Huan, smiled, and said, "Why are you pretending? If you didn't need me for something, would you follow me? Let me guess. I have come into contact with the Netherworld Poison Fire recently. You are an alchemist, so you must have sensed the remnants of the poison fire from me. Are you here for it?"

The little medical fairy suddenly widened her eyes.

Qing Huan did not deny it and said, "I did sense the poisonous fire remaining on you, but the poisonous fire is in the Netherworld Poison Swamp. If you spend some time looking for it, you will find it.

I just can't stand it, someone dares to question my cooking skills."

The old man smiled proudly: "But your cooking skills are inferior to mine!"

Qing Huan choked and changed the topic, "Someone actually dared to question my opinion. I said that all monsters can be eaten, so they must be edible, as long as they are cooked properly!"

The old man turned sideways, letting the monster pass, and said mockingly, "Then you eat it!"

The Little Medical Fairy screamed, "Qing Huan, you are not allowed to eat something that stinks!"

The old man laughed and said, "If you don't dare to eat it, just admit it. You even said that all monsters can be eaten... How shameless!"

Qing Huan sneered and said, "You let me eat it, so I will eat it? How about this, let's have a little gamble... If I can cook it into a delicious dish, you will give us the Netherworld Poison Fire!"

The old man sneered and said, "It's all for the strange fire... I remind you that the Netherworld Poison Fire has no effect on alchemists, and is useless to poison masters. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been here for so long and hasn't been taken away by anyone."

Qing Huan said: "Don't bother with that. Just tell me whether you want to compete or not?"

The old man looked at Qing Huan suspiciously, then looked at the foul-smelling magical beast beside him, and said, "The Netherworld Poison Fire is different from other strange fires. It has been entrenched in the Netherworld Poison Marsh for countless years. It is a highly developed strange fire, and it also occupies a favorable geographical location...

I understand now. You are not sure you can subdue the strange fire, so you provoked me to take action!"

"Correct!"

Qing Huan said calmly, "From the lingering poisonous fire aura on your body, I knew that the two of us could not subdue the strange fire. However, since the old man was able to escape safely after encountering the strange fire, his strength must be extraordinary."

If it was just fire, Qinghuan would not be afraid at all. Not to mention his fire-controlling skills, just one Fire-Swallowing Pill alone could conquer all the flames in the world.

But the Netherworld Poisonous Fire is a poisonous fire!
Fire is easy to deal with, but the "poison" is the key.

Qinghuan can solve fire but not poison. Xiao Yixian can solve poison but not fire.

In addition, the Netherworld Poisonous Fire has reached its peak and has occupied the advantageous geographical location of the Netherworld Poison Swamp. A rough guess is that even a high-level Dou Zong may not be able to suppress the native Netherworld Poisonous Fire in the Netherworld Poison Swamp.

Although the strength of this old man is unclear, judging from the lingering poisonous fire aura on his body, he must have had a head-on confrontation with the Netherworld Poison Fire. He is truly the best tool that has been delivered to our doorstep.

Of course, the old man’s doubts also made Qinghuan a little unhappy!
The old man frowned and looked at Qing Huan. After a moment, he said, "Boy, do you know who I am? Do you want me to collect the strange fire for you?
If you can't deal with this monster, what kind of reward can compare to the level of this old man?"

Qing Huan thought for a moment and said, "Well, if I can't take care of this demon beast, I will make you a pill for free."

The old man sneered and said, "Young man, your alchemy skills may indeed be outstanding, but at my level, alchemists below the seventh rank are not worthy of my attention!"

The Little Medical Fairy walked up to Qinghuan and tugged at his sleeve.

Qing Huan also frowned. He didn't even take a seventh-grade alchemist seriously. This guy's strength must be terrifyingly high!

Could it be Dou Zun?

"but……"

The old man changed his tone, looked at Qing Huan and Xiao Yi Xian, and said: "This girl has reached the level of Seven Star Dou Wang at such a young age. She regards you as her master, so I think your strength is similar, or even higher...

Well, I have an academy. If you win, I will subdue the strange fire for you, but you have to join my academy.

If you lose, I won’t do anything to you. You two will serve me as my servants for the rest of your lives!"

"Farewell!"

Qinghuan pulled Xiao Yixiang along and left!

The old man was stunned for a moment, and quickly said: "Hey, wait, don't leave in a hurry, are you admitting defeat?" Qinghuan narrowed his eyes. Even in this situation, the old man never used his power to suppress others... He really has good character!
But then he pretended to be angry and turned his head and said, "Join your academy? Be your servant? No matter how you look at it, you are taking advantage. It's better not to take such a chance!"

The old man was dissatisfied and said, "Do you know how many strong men are willing to be my servants? If it weren't for your outstanding talents and my love for you, how could such a cheap thing happen?"

Qing Huan said proudly: "We lost, you can ask for whatever conditions you want, and it doesn't matter if I become your servant, we can't lose anyway!

The question is, why should we join your academy if we win? How dare you raise such an unequal prize?"

The old man said angrily: "Do you know what my academy is called? I let you join because I value your talents!"

Qing Huan also raised her voice and said, "Do you know my alchemy skills? I agree to make pills for you for free because I respect you!"

The old man snorted, "I am Mang Tianchi, a semi-saint. Can you tell me what level of alchemy is worthy of a semi-saint?"

The Little Medical Fairy took a breath of cold air.

The mark between Qing Huan's eyebrows appeared, and terrifying soul power overflowed: "I am an eighth-grade alchemist!"

This time it was Mang Tianchi's turn to gasp.

An eighth-grade alchemist is not rare for a semi-saint, but the problem is that he is too weak!
Moreover, this terrifying soul power…ignoring the lack of cultivation, let alone the eighth grade, maybe even the ninth grade elixir is almost reached!
Qinghuan and Mang Tianchi looked at each other, their attitudes not weak at all.

After a long while, Mang Tianchi asked suspiciously: "Are you really an eighth-grade alchemist? Your soul power is indeed very strong, not inferior to the eighth-grade alchemists I met, but your cultivation..."

Qing Huan said proudly: "I have a special flame, so I can naturally refine eighth-grade medicinal herbs!"

The factors that determine the level of an alchemist, besides experience, are mainly soul power and the power of fire driven by cultivation.

The soul power of the young man in front of him is indeed up to standard. If he really has a special flame that can refine eighth-grade medicinal materials... then he can indeed refine eighth-grade pills. It's just that he lacks experience, so the failure rate is a bit higher.

Mang Tianchi thought about it and said, "In this way, you win. I will help you deal with the Netherworld Poison Fire, and you will help me refine the medicine. I will provide the materials. There is no limit to the number of times, until you successfully refine three sixth-grade pills, two seventh-grade pills, and one eighth-grade pill.

Also, if you can refine a ninth-grade elixir in the future, you must help me refine it once for free. I will not charge any compensation and I will provide the materials.

If you lose, I will not let you be servants anymore. You can join my academy and become a teacher. How about that? "

Qing Huan lowered her head, exchanged glances with Xiao Yi Xian, nodded, and said, "Deal!"

A half-saint is indeed worth the price.

The deal was agreed upon. Mang Tianchi pointed at the monster's corpse and said, "Eat it! I want to see how you can stomach it!"

Back to the topic, Xiao Yixian finally remembered the competition between the two. When she smelled the stench, her pretty face turned pale.

Qing Huan walked forward without changing his expression, carefully looked at the body of the monster, and said: "We are all gentlemen, and we love food. We can't just eat raw meat and drink blood, right? If we want to cook the monster well, we should at least know something about it... What kind of monster is this?"

Mang Tianchi straightened his neck and said, "I don't know!"

Qing Huan: "..."

Mang Tianchi said: "The Netherworld Poison Swamp is full of miasma and poison can be seen everywhere, so the possibility of the magic beasts here mutating is very high. After generations of mutation, they have long deviated from their original species.

The same is true for this demon beast. I really don’t recognize it, but I can tell you that its strength is level seven, which is equivalent to a human Dou Zong! "

As he spoke, Mang Tianchi said proudly: "It's agreed in advance that you have to take care of it yourself. I can't help you! If you can't handle it, don't blame me!"

Warcraft are naturally strong. The body of a seventh-level Warcraft is harder than steel. Without the blessing of fighting spirit, even ordinary magic weapons cannot break their bodies.

The body of the demon beast in front of him was covered with scales, and its defense was even better... With the strength of the Dou Wang, he might not even be able to break the skin of the corpse, let alone the scales.

"Ah!"

Qing Huan sneered, raised a finger, and a pitch-black flame emerged, condensing into a pitch-black blade, and then slashed.

Without any hindrance, a piece of scaly meat was cut off by Qinghuan.

The stench was even worse.

Mang Tianchi was stunned and sighed. He believed that this young man could really refine eighth-grade medicinal herbs!

(End of this chapter)