Self-struggle starting from Douluo

Chapter 261 Windmill
A secret room filled with all kinds of treasures. The only door for entry and exit was closed, and behind the door was a series of traps.

I could faintly hear the conversation of the gatekeepers outside the door.

Silently, the space in the secret room suddenly cracked open, and an old man with white hair and beard poked his head out of the crack, looked around, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked out of the crack directly: "Don't worry, there's no one here."

Qing Huan followed him out and looked at the mountains of treasures in the secret room. He said helplessly, "I thought you were only traveling in the wild, but I didn't expect you to travel to someone else's treasure house."

Seeing that Qing Huan had no greed on his face, Mang Tian Chi immediately smiled and said, "I'm not stealing anything, I'm just taking a look... Stop talking nonsense, come quickly."

Qinghuan moved closer speechlessly, and saw Mang Tianchi skillfully take a scroll from the shelf and hand it to him.

Qing Huan opened it and was stunned for a moment: "Puppetry? What's so strange about this?"

"Puppetry is not strange. It is too dependent on materials. The strength of the materials determines the strength of the puppet. It has too many limitations and is an obsolete technology."

Mang Tianchi said mysteriously: "But this volume is different, it is an ancient demon puppet technique that even the imperial family does not have, but it still exists in this remote place in the northwest continent. Isn't it strange?

By the way, do you know the Imperial Clan?"

"The more exquisite the craftsmanship, the more likely it is to be hidden in a remote alley. Isn't this normal?"

Qing Huan browsed through the scroll in his hand and said casually: "The Emperor Family...you mean the Dou Emperor Family?"

Mang Tianchi nodded and said, "It is the Doudi family. Can you believe that there are two descendants of the fallen emperor family in the northwest continent? One of them is the ancient sky snake that is as famous as the Taixu Ancient Dragon, and has the same ancestor as the Jiuyou Diming Python..."

Qing Huan was speechless: "I am not well-informed, I don't know the Taixu Ancient Dragon and the Jiuyou Diming Python."

Mang Tianchi paused, and said: "Anyway, it is a very powerful magical beast force, the top existence in Zhongzhou... Did you see anything?"

Qing Huan closed the scroll, thought for a moment, and said, "The three thousand worlds are all in one pill! To refine a demon puppet, you need a magic core, a soul, and a body, which is actually the three elements of "spirit, energy, and spirit". In my opinion, it is similar to refining pills."

Mang Tianchi frowned, opened the scroll and pointed, "Look carefully, this kind of demon puppet can grow! Puppets are dead things, how can dead things grow?"

Qing Huan nodded and said, "Puppets are dead things, but demon puppets are not! A successfully refined demon puppet has a body, a soul, and energy. What is the difference between it and a real life?
Pills above the seventh grade are life, and those of the ninth grade can even cultivate on their own, and the same is true for demon puppets."

Mang Tianchi was stunned, and said thoughtfully: "You mean, refining demon puppets is actually creating life?"

Qing Huan thought for a moment and said, "It can't be called creation, it should be put together, right?"

"How to say?"

Mang Tianchi asked curiously, then changed the subject, put the scroll back to its place, and said, "Wait, let's leave here first."

Qing Huan looked around and said, "You brought me here just to look at a scroll?"

Mang Tianchi smiled and said, "Why? Are you planning to take advantage of me?"

Qing Huan curled her lips and said, "I'm not a thief yet. With my alchemy skills, what can't I get in exchange?"

"Not greedy, having principles, you really suit my taste!"

Mang Tianchi smiled, and with a casual tear, he tore open a crack in space, and took Qinghuan in. As the space healed, the two disappeared without a trace.

……

Qing Huan didn't know where he was. Mang Tian Chi's spatial travel made it impossible for him to locate himself.

But what I saw before me was a vast wilderness with few people, and there was a small shop on the edge of the wilderness.

Mang Tianchi led Qinghuan into the shop familiarly and asked for tea.

The boss is a couple with a little girl. It is hard to tell their fighting spirit level, so they might be ordinary people... Of course, they might also be super masters, so super that even Qing Huan's heavenly soul can't sense it.

As soon as he sat down, the little girl, who was about six or seven years old, held up a small windmill and handed it to Mang Tianchi on tiptoe. Her pink face was inlaid with a pair of big eyes with distinct black and white, and there were faint tears in them: "Grandpa, it's broken."

Mang Tianchi held the little girl to his knees and said kindly, "Don't you want to turn around?"

The little girl said stubbornly: "It's broken!"

The windmill consists of three leaves fixed on the thin bamboo stick, which is extremely crude. Qing Huan couldn't help but say: "Who made this for you? The craftsmanship is too poor! The proportions are seriously out of balance. Even if it is not broken now, the leaves will always turn yellow after a while, and then the windmill will only be left with a bamboo stick..."

The little girl's eyes looked as if she was about to cry, leaving Qing Huan speechless. She cursed, "I don't know which unscrupulous businessman made this to fool children..."

Mang Tianchi's face darkened, and he said forcefully, "This is just a child's toy, played with for ten days or half a month. Even if it's not broken, people will get tired of playing with it, so they just throw it away."

"You didn't do it, did you?"

Qing Huan's eyes looked strange, which made Mang Tian Chi angry. He asked, "So what?"

"whispering sound!"

Qing Huan curled her lips, waved to the girl, and said, "Come here, let me make you a good one!"

The little girl looked at Qinghuan timidly, hesitated for a moment, climbed down from Mang Tianchi, and walked to Qinghuan.

Three leaves of the Jade Muscle Flower, plus a blood python branch, Qinghuan even used the Chaos Fire. After a moment, a brand new windmill was stuffed into the little girl's hands.

The little girl immediately threw away the broken windmill, raised the new windmill and ran away giggling.

Qinghuan threw a victorious look at Mang Tianchi, then swept the broken windmill to the ground with disgust.

Mang Tianchi's breathing became heavier, but he had nothing to say.

He was not an alchemist, but as a semi-saint, and with his extensive knowledge, he was able to analyze that what Qinghuan gave was not a windmill, but a pill!

Not only will it not wither or get damaged, it can also subtly nourish the body, improve talents, strengthen the soul... and so on!
Furthermore, if Mang Tianchi had not seen it with his own eyes, no one would have been able to tell that the material of the windmill was a precious medicinal herb.

Great simplicity!

Just a windmill with a structure that couldn't be simpler was enough to show Qinghuan's level of alchemy.

After holding it in for a long time, Mang Tianchi finally uttered: "I admire you!"

Without waiting for Qing Huan to be proud, he quickly changed the subject and said, "Now you can talk about the demon puppet."

Qing Huan choked for a moment, rolled his eyes, and said: "In my opinion, all life in the world cannot be separated from "essence, energy and spirit", and vice versa, as long as the three elements of "essence, energy and spirit" are combined into one, that is life!

For example, I took a piece of the seat from this bench, a corner of the table, and a beam from the roof of the shop.

If these three are thrown together, it's just a pile of useless wood, but if I use them for carpentry work, I can create new furniture.

The same is true for demon puppets and alchemy!"

Mang Tianchi pondered and said, "If you say so, there is actually no essential difference between lives?"

Qing Huan said as a matter of course: "Of course!"

Mang Tianchi suddenly laughed strangely and said, "Then the monsters you eat are no different from eating humans?"

Qing Huan said confidently: "First of all, I will only eat the monster after it is dead, because it is no longer alive... I will not eat a monster alive!
Secondly, self-cognition. I know myself as a human being. Within this scope of cognition, I don’t eat anything, such as humans and monkeys…

Finally, there is the concept of spirituality. Humans are the most intelligent creatures in the world, so I won’t eat anything that is close to human in spirit!”

Seeing that the language trap was useless, Mang Tianchi simply gave up and thought: "To interpret the refining of demon puppets from the perspective of alchemy...it does make sense.

How come the low-grade elixir can't grow?"

Qing Huan smiled and said, "Low-quality pills are only semi-finished pills. When they are taken by people and take effect, they become complete pills... Isn't that also growth?"

Mang Tianchi was stunned: "Is there such a saying?"

Qing Huan gestured and said, "Appearance, body, function... Everyone knows the use of useful things, but they don't know the use of useless things..."

(End of this chapter)