Immortality Begins with the Master of Alchemy

Chapter 115: The first battle on Daotai (please subscribe)

 In the Xianyue Valley, light snow is flying.

 In the Alchemy Hall, the fragrance of tea was lingering. Luo Chen was holding a book and reading it with gusto.

 The sound of footsteps came to my ears, followed by a tired sigh.

 He said without raising his head: "Failed again?"

"Um."

A muffled sound came from Tangquan's mouth, and his whole body seemed listless at this moment.

The reason why he is so lethargic is firstly because he failed to refine Zhongmiao Pills, and secondly, his level is too low and a lot of energy was consumed in the process of refining the pills.

“Failure is normal. The birth of any inferior elixir is accompanied by hundreds of failures.”

　　Listening to this calm and unwavering tone, Tang Quan sighed.

 I thought he was valued by Luo Chen and allowed him to lead the refining of Zhongmiao Pills to prove that he had some talent.

 But for the past month, every day, he failed.

 The closest thing to success was just a semi-finished product.

Looking at Luo Chen's calm expression, Tang Quan couldn't help but think, can the gap between people be so big?

Luo Chen was just a casual cultivator at the beginning, without the guidance of a famous teacher or the support of a gang.

 All the raw materials for alchemy must be accumulated by oneself.

 But even so, the other party also refined a high-level elixir such as Zhongmiaowan.

 Compared with him, I am nothing more than a waste.

 He even doubted whether he had any talent for alchemy.

“Perhaps the hall master is really an alchemy genius that is rare in thousands of years, otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to refine a middle-grade chalcedony elixir so quickly.”

Just as he was about to leave, his eyes fell on the cover of the book Luo Chen was looking at.

 "Records of the Prodigies of Dahe"

  ?

Tang Quan immediately became interested, "Hall Master, are you interested in the competition on the Dao Forum?"

Luo Chen hummed and said, "I'm a little interested."

He bought this book from a casual cultivator in Baishi Square known as "Dahe Baixiaosheng".

 The above contains the records of many monks on the Dahefang Tianjiao List, as well as their special skills, etc.

“You can’t see the real thing in this kind of idle book written by others after hearing about it.”

This time, Luo Chen raised his head.

Tang Quan chuckled and said, "My uncle has to ask about this kind of thing."

Luo Chen’s eyes lit up!

　　Yes, these idle writings are all exaggerated. According to the above description, in the middle stage of Qi refining, the monks are invincible, and in the later stage of Qi refining, they destroy the heaven and the earth.

But I once asked my friend Dao, who is a frequent visitor to the forum!

 Can't you just ask him yourself?

 …

 Five days later!

 Under the jade bibi of Luofeng Mountain, Luo Chen and Zeng Wen arrived hand in hand.

 Oh no, there is another woman.

 She was leaning against Zeng Wen, like a bird, with peach blossom eyes and a charming smile.

This is Zeng Wen's new girlfriend. It is said that she comes from a run-down family of cultivators and has a clean net worth.

Now I asked my friend, because of the scarcity of Zhongmiao Pills and the matters in the war hall, I rarely go to Tianxiang Tower.

 Perhaps he has changed his mind and has plans to start a family.

The realm of the ninth level of Qi Refining is enough to make many helpless female cultivators look at him differently.

That family also welcomed Zeng Wen.

 So the two sides are currently fighting fiercely, and there is a strong tendency to formally become Taoist couples.

Zeng Wen laughed when he saw Luo Chen looking up at the message on the jade biscuit.

"Don't worry, I have seen this man on stage several times. Although he has reached the eighth level of Qi Refining, he has few magic weapons, and the only one he can get his hands on is a high-grade flying sword."

"With your strength, brother, as long as you deal with it properly, you won't have any problem taking down the opponent!"

Luo Chen looked back, looking eager to try.

 After signing up two days ago, it was his turn to compete on stage today.

Before this, Zeng Wen and even Duan Feng carefully selected his opponents and made suggestions on how to defeat them.

Since Luo Chen took out a low-grade magic weapon as a bet, he was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

The opponent named Huang Bin happily accepted the invitation to fight.

 After the ranking of the Jade Cauldron Sword Pavilion monks, the first game was scheduled for this afternoon.

"Let's go in!"

Luo Chen waved his hand and prepared to enter the passage.

But Zeng asked and asked him to wait.

 Then he started walking around.

First I went to the Chenyue snack stall and bought a bag of popcorn, a bag of fairy beans, and a bottle of pineapple wine, and then I went to Mixue Ice City to buy a cup of milk tea.

 After handing the snacks and milk tea to the peach-eyed female cultivator, Zeng Wen smiled at Luo Chen and got into the gambling stall next to him.

“Boss, I’ll lay down ten spiritual stones, press Luo…”

 He paused and looked back at Luo Chen.

Luo Chen has no choice but to be a gambling dog instead of a yellow dog, right?

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 by Murong Yuan

Zeng Wen smiled and said, "With ten spiritual stones, I bet that Murong Yuan will win. By the way, what are the odds between him and Huang Bin this time?"

The monk at the gambling stall curled his lips, "You don't even know this, how dare you place a bet?"

 “Support my brothers, I mean it!”

The monk glanced at Luo Chen behind him, curled his lips and said, "Huang Bin is an old man on the forum. He has participated in many battles. Although he has lost more than he has won, he is still experienced. The newcomer Murong Yuan, no matter what Neither his realm nor his fame can compare with him.”

“So the odds are on the high side, currently up to five times.”

 “Are you sure you want to arrest him?”

It goes without saying that Zeng Wen made a decisive bet.

 Then, in Luo Chenbai's eyes, they bought tickets together and entered the passage.

 He and his female companion bought tickets, Luo Chen didn’t need them.

After entering, he asked curiously: "Why did you choose the pseudonym Murong Yuan?"

“Isn’t it better to keep a low profile? What if I rank first in Qi refining in the future?”

"I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about the origin of this pseudonym, Murong..."

“Yes, it’s my sister-in-law Murong Qinglian’s surname. I think the compound surname sounds very nice and has a strong character! Besides, she usually treats me as a younger brother and introduces me to Taoist companions.”

Luo Chen casually talked about the origin of the vest.

 As for the "Yuan" in the name, it was also chosen based on the people around him, such as the "Yuan" in Wang Yuan's name.

 After saying a few words, when they were about to enter the forum, the two sides separated.

 Luo Chen wants to enter the "player lounge".

 Along the long passage, Luo Chen arrived at the lounge with his jade medal.

 In fact, they are quiet rooms, specially used for monks to rest and wait before going on stage.

As soon as he stepped into the quiet room where he was, Luo Chen let out a light sigh.

This small room has such a strong aura?

Far better than the dwellings in the inner city, even if it is only weaker than his spiritual vein cave.

“No wonder so many monks are keen to participate in competitions. I never thought that this quiet room is also a good place for practice.”

Luo Chen muttered, and then thought of the previous rumors.

The first-order spiritual vein in Dahefang is said to originate from Luofeng Mountain, which was originally imprisoned.

Now it seems that it is true.

Now that Luofeng Mountain has been developed into a discussion platform, the Jade Cauldron Sword Pavilion has also appropriately given some benefits to attract many monks to participate enthusiastically.

“If I didn’t have the spiritual vein cave, nor the alchemy skills, and if I were at a sufficient level, I’d probably be keen on competing on the Dao Forum.”

 After staying in the quiet room and resting for two sticks of incense, the jade tablet in his hand began to shine brightly.

　　An indifferent voice came from it.

“The first game in the afternoon, Huang Bin, who is at the eighth level of Qi Refining, versus Murong Yuan, who is at the seventh level of Qi Refining!”

 “Please invite monks from both sides to come to the stage!”

Luo Chen's heart skipped a beat and he straightened his robe.

 Step out of the quiet room and walk along the corridor step by step.

When he stepped out of the underground palace, the cheers of mountains and tsunamis suddenly came to his ears.

As he flew to the high platform, the cheers reached its peak.

“Is this how Wang Yuan and Qin Liangchen felt when they competed on the stage?”

Luo Chen looked around, and for a moment, his blood boiled.

 But with the arrival of his opponent Huang Bin, that restless heart suddenly became as calm as a deep pool.

 In fact, Luo Chen seems to have a unique talent for fighting.

 Unlike the alchemy talent he usually boasted about, it was actually given by the system.

 In battle, he has always performed well. After traveling through time, we experienced a total of three battles.

The first time I didn’t have enough experience, but I relied on fake death to counterattack.

 The second time, he took advantage of the contempt of his enemy Gao Ting'e, launched a violent attack, and achieved great success in one fell swoop.

 The most recent third time, he maximized his speed advantage and calmly deployed various means. In the end, one against three, he won more easily than the previous two times.

 Luo Chen also gradually realized his talent.

 So before and after this registration, I also deliberately became familiar with the state of on-the-spot combat.

 “I’ve met fellow Taoists in Huangbin.”

 “Murong Yuan, please recruit me.”

"It's easy to talk, let's stop talking, how about not hurting the harmony?"

Looking at the middle-aged man with a warm smile, Luo Chen raised his eyebrows. What does this mean?

Showing weakness?

 Or is it a tacit understanding game?

Thoughts were racing in his mind, but when the referee gave the order, Luo Chen took action without hesitation.

 First, step back and fly into the sky.

Then, the fire-pointed spear clattered in his hand, with the tip of the spear pointed downwards.

Spiritual power surged out wildly, and the gray gun body continued to light up with red light until the tip of the gun was as bright as incandescence.

"not good!"

 Huang Bin's face changed slightly, and the other party seemed not to be affected by his words at all.

 A flying sword that had been prepared exploded out.

 It is indeed a sign of weakness to the enemy, and I have been prepared for it. Fortunately, I am slightly better.

Facing this blow, Luo Chen looked grim.

"go!"

With a slight utterance, sparks filled the sky and fell like rain.

Not only that, Luo Chen flicked his finger, and a waste chalcedony bead flew out among the sparks.

The flying sword was hit by the waste chalcedony bead.

 With the self-destruction of the waste bead, the flying sword paused.

Just when he was about to move on, a series of waste chalcedony beads came one after another.

 Huang Bin below was struggling to resist the rain of fire from the sky.

 “What kind of magical weapon is this?”

 “It’s so weird!”

He gritted his teeth, and while the wooden shield in his hand could still resist, he kept using the traction technique to control the flying sword, trying to hit Luo Chen.

Looking at his opponent struggling to resist, Luo Chen was thoughtful.

 The opponents at the eighth level of Qi Refining don’t seem to be very strong either.

 I only used the fire-pointed spear to suppress it so completely.

However, the other party's spiritual power is strong. He has sustained it for so long and still doesn't feel tired. He even has enough energy to control the flying sword.

 But, that’s all!

 He shook his head slightly and pushed hard with his hand.

 Under the rain of fire, the guns turned into dragons and roared.

Facing this violent blow, Huang Bin's expression changed drastically.

"I surrender!"

As he uttered the word "admit defeat," the Jade Cauldron sword cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining curled his lips and performed a spiritual technique.

 The formations arranged on the Taoist platform were buzzing and trembling.

 Then a curtain of light spread out.

 Before the medium-grade defensive wooden shield shattered, Huang Bin was wrapped up in danger after danger.

Huang Bin looked pale as he looked at the spinning tip of the gun parked in front of him.

　　Lost.

 Lost so easily.

 “Fellow Taoist, good magic weapon and good method!”

 A good magic weapon refers to a fire-tipped spear.

 The good means refers to the waste chalcedony beads that Luo Chen kept disturbing his high-grade flying sword.

Luo Chen cupped his hands, smiled slightly, and flew down from the forum.

However, after leaving the formation, what was heard was not the cheers of mountains and tsunamis, but curses one after another.

 “Fake match!”

“How can the seventh level of Qi refining win over the eighth level of Qi refining?”

“Fake match, give me back my spirit stone!”

"Why did it end so quickly? The fight was not satisfying at all."

“There was no blood in this battle. That Huang Bin gave up too quickly.”

"This Murong Yuan couldn't have been arranged by Jiange. He won so easily. It's hard for me not to suspect that he was cheating."

Luo Chen’s face was stiff.

 After entering the underground palace, I couldn't help but curse.

 Betting on a dog and killing the whole family!

 Such a wonderful start, shouldn’t you cheer for me?

 After returning to the underground palace, a monk from Jiange brought him a prize.

 The appearance fee of ten spirit stones and a low-grade magic weapon.

 “Is there no elixir?”

The monk waved his hand, "This magic weapon is a bet placed by both of you before the game, but the reward for the elixir is only for the top ones at the end of the month."

Seeing Luo Chen's disappointment, he smiled and said: "Actually, after the competition is over, you can continue to practice in the underground palace quiet room until we close the mountain at night."

 This should be an invisible benefit.

Luo Chen didn't care, and turned around and left the forum.

 When he came outside, Zeng Wen and his female companion were already waiting for him.

"Sure enough, he is indeed the man I like! The first time he came on stage, he was just like me before, defeating the enemy with ease."

 The female companion next to her narrowed her peach blossom eyes when she smiled, looking at Zeng Wen with great admiration.

Luo Chen took a deep breath, forget it, don’t expose the embarrassing fact that this guy was beaten so pale that his spiritual power was almost completely gone.

Knowing that Zeng Wen was going to collect the bets, Luo Chen didn't accompany him and went home directly.

 Close the door, practice Changchun Gong, and pay attention to your condition at all times.

“I never noticed it before, but now I realize that every battle does have the effect of pure spiritual power.”

He could notice that as the spiritual power gradually replenished, it seemed to be a little purer than before.

This kind of purification is not caused by exercises, but by the internal environment of the body.

 Every time a Qi Refining monk breaks through a small realm, his Dantian will expand and store more spiritual power.

 But as we reach the later stage of Qi refining and the shackles of the physical body have not been broken, the upper limit of Dantian has almost begun to solidify. Only after the foundation is established, it will grow again.

 As long as the Dantian is solidified, the spiritual power that should continue to grow cannot be accommodated.

 It starts with the body and undergoes passive compression and purification, which ultimately leads to the spiritual energy being purer than before.

“But this pure effect is too weak?”

Luo Chen frowned.

 If we really continue to fight like this, when will we be able to purify our spiritual power to a state that can perfectly impact the foundation?

Luo Chen somewhat understood why casual cultivators never performed this process on the seventh level of Qi refining.

 The reason is very simple. At the seventh level of Qi refining, there is actually a lot of room for improvement in spiritual power capacity.

That kind of passive compression and purification is too weak.

 Even during battle, the output and recovery of spiritual power cannot make ends meet, which will also affect practice.

Only when one reaches the ninth level of Qi refining, or even reaches perfection, can the efficiency of purifying spiritual power be maximized.

“It seems we can’t pin our hopes on fighting.”

 Luo Chen’s eyes fell on the attribute panel.

 The proficiency of Changchun Gong has gradually approached the Great Perfection.

Grandmaster-level Changchun Gong has the effect of automatically returning Qi and opening up the meridians.

That once it reaches Dzogchen, it may be able to make up for the shortcomings of purified spiritual power.

 The reason why Luo Chen guessed so is very simple.

Because Mi Shuhua said that Changchun Gong was born out of the Medicine King Sect’s Immortality and Evergreen Sutra, and it itself has related functions.

However, large sects have made simplifications again and again in the face of low-level skills.

 Except for refining qi, many special functions have been omitted.

Moreover, Luo Chen has already filed a record.

Even if the Dzogchen Changchun Gong does not have similar functions, he does not mind spending a lot of time polishing himself after completing the Qi practice.

 (End of this chapter)