The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

After leaving Zhu Que's residence, Matthew left Sunset Peak directly.

Zhu Que had already told him the location of the Waste Pill Room, and he only needed to go there now.

When leaving, Zhu Que also reminded Matthew that after arriving at the Waste Pill Room, he must classify and store all the waste pills, and never throw them away randomly.

"Why did the founder of Qingyu Valley leave so many waste pills? Could it be that he also has a magical treasure like the purple small tripod..." On the way to the Waste Pill Room, Matthew couldn't help muttering in his heart.

He even thought of a possibility, that is, the founder of Qingyu Valley knew the existence of the purple small tripod. Or, the purple small tripod was originally his thing.

Only in this way can it be explained why the ancestral precept of waste pills was left behind.

Waste pills are the product of failed refining. They contain toxins and have no spiritual energy. If a cultivator takes waste pills for a long time, not only will his cultivation level not improve at all, but the toxins will also accumulate more and more in his body.

Qingyu Valley is very large, and the waste pill room is located in the corner.

At Matthew's speed, it would take a long time to get there.

Matthew had no complaints about this kind of errand running, and was even very excited.

He was just worrying about how to get more pills. If he could get some waste pills in the waste pill room and purify them with the small cauldron, he would have a bunch of pills out of thin air.

With the pills, even if he couldn't take them, it would be a lot of money to sell them to Li Mu.

Matthew ran for nearly ten hours before he finally arrived at the waste pill room.

Such a distance was far beyond his imagination.

The so-called waste pill room was actually a cave.

There was a stone tablet hanging above the cave entrance, with three big characters "Waste Pill Room" written on it.

Zhu Que said that there was a disciple guarding the waste pill room.

But Matthew used his spiritual sense to scan the area nearby, and he didn't see the disciple.

"Disciple Zhu Que came to store the waste pills on behalf of the master." Helplessly, Matthew could only shout at the cave entrance.

After shouting several times, Matthew finally saw a man trotting out of the cave.

"Brother, you've been waiting for a long time. I was just sorting things out." The man who came out was less than five feet tall and plump. He looked like a ball from a distance.

"My master Zhu Que ordered me to come here to store the waste pills." This man was so funny that Matthew also found it a little funny, so he repeated his previous words.

"Master Zhu has accepted a disciple. Brother, you are really a genius. Master Zhu has never accepted a disciple." Although he had heard such words several times, the short and fat monk still pretended to be shocked and ran to Matthew and said.

"My name is Long Aotian. I am responsible for taking care of the waste pill room. I have been here for more than ten years." The short and fat monk was a very familiar person. He introduced himself without waiting for Matthew to reply.

"What a domineering name..." Looking at the short and fat monk whose name was completely inconsistent with his body shape and appearance, Matthew was stunned and smiled.

"Hehe, everyone says so." Long Aotian admitted it quite proudly.

"My master has an important elixir that needs to be refined and can't get away. This is my first time here. What should I do?" Matthew was afraid of laughing out loud, so he turned the topic to business.

"Brother, give me the waste pills." Long Aotian said.

After Matthew took out the storage bag that Zhu Que gave him and handed it to Long Aotian, he saw that the other party opened the storage bag in front of him and poured out all the waste pills inside.

Looking at the waste pills rolling on the ground, Matthew frowned. He didn't know why Long Aotian did this.

"Tsk tsk tsk, there is not a single useful pill, alas..." Long Aotian scanned all the waste pills on the ground and shook his head with disappointment.

"Since it was sent here, how can there be good pills." Matthew, who understood Long Aotian's intention, couldn't help but roll his eyes at the other party and said.

"That's not certain. Occasionally, there are a few pills of inferior quality that are also treated as waste pills. Senior brother, you don't know that there is really too little money in this waste pill room. If it weren't for the high monthly salary given by the sect, who would be willing to stay in this damn place." After being told by Matthew, Long Aotian was not angry. As he spoke, he used the storage bag in his hand to collect all the waste pills in the place.

"Oh, I don't know what to call you, senior brother. I need to register here." After collecting the waste pills, Long Aotian looked up at Matthew and asked.

"Matthew, the cultivator's cultivation." Matthew replied casually.

After knowing Matthew's name, Long Aotian took out a booklet and began to write on it.

"Do useless things like waste pills need to be registered every time they are deposited?" After Long Aotian finished writing, Matthew asked casually.

"Hehe, it's normal that Senior Brother Ma doesn't know the situation here since it's his first time here. In fact, these registered waste pills are useless. No one comes here to check the authenticity." After putting away the booklet, Long Aotian smiled.

"Then what should we do next?" Ma Xiu continued to ask.

"Senior Brother, can you give me the storage bag? I'll go in and store the waste pills and then send the storage bag out. Of course, if Senior Brother is willing to go in, that would be even better." Long Aotian's cultivation level is only the third level of Qi Refining. Facing Zhu Que's apprentice, Ma Xiu's words are somewhat flattering.

"Let's go in and take a look. I haven't seen the situation inside the waste pill room yet, and I'm a little curious." Ma Xiu nodded.

He originally wanted to attract the attention of the waste pills, so how could he not go in.

After Ma Xiu finished speaking, Long Aotian led the way in front.

The cave entrance outside doesn't look big, but after entering, the space inside is extremely wide.

There is nothing near the cave entrance, just a wooden bed, which should be where Long Aotian rests.

"Since there is no money here, why do you choose to stay here?" Matthew, who was walking behind, suddenly asked.

"My spiritual root aptitude is very poor. Although I have been practicing for decades, I am still at the third level of Qi Refining. I am afraid that I will never make a breakthrough in this life. The treatment here is better than other places, and no one disturbs me, so I choose to live here for a long time." Long Aotian, who was walking in front, said with a little more loneliness.

The cave is very deep, but fortunately it is inlaid with luminous stones around it, so it is not dark inside.

After walking for a while, Matthew saw a series of small paths extending to both sides and asked curiously: "Where do these paths lead to?"

"These were dug out at the earliest time. The end is where the waste pills are stored. Later, because more and more waste pills need to be stored, the cave is also constantly excavated. The place we are going to is still a little distance away." Long Aotian stopped and turned to explain to Matthew.

"Can I go and see?" Matthew asked with a turn of his eyes.

"This..." Long Aotian was obviously a little hesitant about Matthew's proposal, and he didn't know what he was worried about.

Seeing this, Matthew smiled slightly and took out a porcelain bottle from his storage bag and handed it over.

"I can't help my curiosity when I go to a new place, and I like to look around. This bottle is a medium-grade nourishing pill. I'll give it to you because we like it."

After Matthew finished speaking, he saw that Long Aotian's eyes were obviously brightened.

Obviously, the temptation of the medium-grade nourishing pill was too great for him.