The Lord of Ghost

A few days later, Mo Li disguised himself and reshaped his face into a new one. He then came to a pitch-black tower that towered into the sky.

[Dan Tower] is a gathering place for alchemists. Every year, countless elixirs are produced from it.

If ordinary people want to become alchemists, they need to be certified by [Dan Tower].

Because of the unique environment of Zhuque Ancient City, [Dan Tower] specially set up a branch here.

[Dan Tower] has nine floors, and each floor is a strange space in itself.

Mo Li stood in the hall on the first floor, watching the flow of people coming and going, including foreign merchants looking for elixirs and medicines, and noble men and women in brocade and jade robes.

After a while, a pair of women with rabbit ears walked towards him with a beautiful smile:

"Hello, are you also going to sign up for the Alchemy Conference?"

"Alchemy Conference?"

Mo Li suddenly remembered that [Dan Tower] recently held the "Alchemy Conference" every three years, attracting young and talented alchemists from all sides.

I heard that this year's prizes are extremely generous, and many monks are salivating.

Mo Li thought for a while, and the rabbit-eared woman smiled and said: "If you don't need anything else, then I'll leave first?"

"Wait."

The rabbit-eared woman: "Excuse me, is there anything else you need?"

Mo Li: "I'm looking for an old friend and want to give him something."

"Old friend?" The rabbit-eared woman was puzzled.

"Yes, old friend. His name is Xiao Wanshan."

"Maybe you haven't heard of this name, but you must know him: Old Tower Master Xiao."

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"Where are he?"

On the top floor of Dan Tower, green spiritual vines climbed up the round bamboo windows, and the light golden incense burner was steaming, and the air was filled with elegant fragrance.

Xiao Wanshan sat in front of the rattan chair, and on the table was a blank letter paper presented by the rabbit-eared woman.

This kind of letter paper was stained with the blood of the West Sea [Mirage], and it was impossible to detect the content on the paper. Only when the letter was burned, the characters would appear in the mind and be arranged into paragraphs of text.

"He left suddenly, and just asked me to give you this letter. He said you would be interested." The rabbit-eared woman said truthfully.

Xiao Wanshan: "Did he say anything else?"

The rabbit-eared woman thought for a moment and added: "He said you knew him, and he was an old friend."

She did not dare to neglect him. Maybe the other party was really a powerful person. After all, those who could know the tower master were all very important.

Tower Master Xiao looked at the letter on the table. He stroked his long white beard with one hand, frowned slightly, and could not remember who it was.

At this moment, a wisp of candlelight from the incense burner burned and steamed out of thin air, then expanded, grew, and pulled out limbs, gradually transforming into a human form.

"Okay, you go down." Old Master Xiao ordered.

After the rabbit-eared woman left, the middle-aged man transformed by the flame looked exhausted, and came up and said:

"I can't take care of your grandson!"

Old Master Xiao was stunned, and then reacted.

"What do you mean your grandson? That's your son!"

"As a father, I can't control my son. Why are you looking for me?"

When the flame man heard this, the flames on his head instantly steamed up, and the temperature around him suddenly rose:

"I just want to ask if you can control it? Your grandson is hanging around in the place of fireworks and willows every day. What kind of person is he!"

Xiao Tazhu unexpectedly didn't say anything. He naturally knew that the building ship and the painting boat were a big dye vat, and he also naturally knew the temperament of his grandson Xiao Xiaobao.

But after all, he was his grandson, and he was spoiled. The words of admonition came in and out.

So he was too lazy to control it. Anyway, Xiao Xiaobao still had a father, and it was not his turn to control it.

Thinking of this, Xiao Tazhu suddenly became tough, and his chest was straightened:

"You are Xiaobao's father. If the son is not educated, it is the father's fault..."

When the flame man heard this, he burst into flames and was furious.

But because the man in front of him was his father, he was angry for a while.

"Don't you really know that Xiao Xiaobao always contradicts you in your name?"

The flame man was furious.

Xiao Xiaobao relied on the doting of Mr. Xiao and became more and more arrogant, as if: My grandfather, Tower Master Xiao, you try to touch me?

Even his father was ignored.

"Uh... is that the case?" Mr. Xiao stroked his beard, dodged his eyes, and laughed.

"Dad, please persuade Xiaobao. I have a feeling that this era is extraordinary. I heard that there is a new movement from the Zhongzhou master..."

Talking about the blood of the Tianjiao fighting for hegemony, I can't help but think of my own useless son.

Xiao Xiaobao has never suffered since he was a child. His realm cultivation depends on taking pills like drinking water. This also made his foundation extremely weak, and he stagnated in the [Return to One Realm] for a long time.

But in Xiao Xiaobao's words: Cultivation is so hard, I just ate less. Anyway, everyone will die, I choose to die in comfort...

"Hey, go and persuade him. If he degenerates and does not make progress again, I will throw him to the Worm Valley, regardless of his life or death."

When these words came out, Mr. Xiao was really shocked.

Worm Valley, that is not an ordinary dangerous place, it is a very dangerous place!

According to rumors, the ancient Suzaku fought with a poisonous insect whose origin is unknown. In that battle, the red land was thousands of miles long and the poisonous fog was lingering.

In the end, it ended with the end of both deaths.

Where the ancient Suzaku fell, the Suzaku flames burned. As time passed, the power of the flames gradually decreased, and then the [Suzaku Ancient City] was formed.

And where the poisonous insects fell, the eerie poisonous fog filled the entire canyon. There were countless poisonous insects in it, and ordinary cultivators would die if they touched it.

Once a great man wanted to enter the Worm Valley to find a special poisonous grass to use as a key medicinal material, but the moment he stepped into the poisonous fog, he never came out again.

Poisonous flowers and poisonous grass are all medicinal materials. During this period, a large number of cultivators continued to pour into the Worm Valley, but without exception, they all turned into dry bones and stayed in it forever.

"Okay... okay, I will go and persuade Xiaobao now."

Grandpa Xiao made up his mind and went to inform his precious grandson first.

His son was really cruel. He was willing to throw his grandson into the Worm Valley. He should have thrown him into the Worm Valley at the beginning!

"Uh... It seems that he really threw it... He kicked it down."

"Wait, he won't still remember it, right?"

Ta Master Xiao raised his eyes and glanced at the flame man quietly, like a strange old man with a guilty conscience, and found that his son was staring at him straight.

"Sure enough, he still remembers what happened back then!" Ta Master Xiao muttered secretly.

Back then, his son was tricked by him and kicked down to the Worm Valley for training. This guy has been holding a grudge for a long time.

"Ahem..." Tower Master Xiao pretended to clear his throat and said, "I know, you can go about your business."

After the man with the flames disappeared, Tower Master Xiao did not have time to look at the letter on the desk, and immediately went to find his grandson to inform him.

If it really doesn't work, let Xiao Xiaobao leave his hometown and stay away from this "cruel and vicious" father for a while.