The Lord of Ghost

After that, after several searches, the answers were unexpectedly consistent: there is no cure.

Mo Li was silent.

He opened the panel.

[Host: Mo Li]

[Bone age: 25]

[Realm: Return to One Realm (foundation destroyed)]

[Kung Fu: Xuantian Jue, Great Wilderness Palm, Floating Cloud Shadow, Xuanhuang Wood Gong...]

[Secret Treasure: Flame Ice Double Blade, Yin Demon Gourd, Daotian Sword, Bronze Flake, Ghost Shadow Token...]

[Constitution: Mo Family Bloodline (Unawakened), Ghost Shadow Bloodline (Unawakened), Ghost Eye Pupil (Eighth Level)]

[Villain Destiny Value: 1550]

[Function 1: Exploration]

[Function 2: Intelligence]

To this day, the system still has no shopping malls or any gift packages.

Then, his eyes turned to the intelligence column of Function 2.

He had never used the system's function before, and this was his first time using it.

Although he was not sure whether he could get the pill formula.

"I want a piece of information about the recipe for reshaping the foundation and healing the scars of the Great Dao"

[Consume 1,000 villain destiny points to obtain the recipe for the Reshaping Pill. ]

An ancient hoarse voice echoed in his mind.

"Really?"

Mo Li showed surprise on his face, and a parchment full of handwriting emerged in his mind.

It was the first time I used intelligence information, but I didn't expect that the system also had a disease that required the [Immortal God Medicine] to cure it.

Does that mean that this pill is worth the same as the [Immortal God Medicine]?

Is there another possibility: if his villain value is enough, he can get any information? Including the legendary fairy pattern scripture? Even foresight?

Thinking about it, Mo Li smiled unconsciously.

But soon, his smile completely froze.

Although he is not an alchemist and knows nothing about alchemy, he still recognizes some medicinal materials.

"Seven-leaf clover, ghost-faced vine flower, ten-thousand-year-old willow wood marrow..."

"Some of these great medicines have long been extinct and are only recorded in ancient times. Let alone finding them, you may not even have heard of them."

Even if you are lucky and happen to be selling them, how can you buy them with your current poverty?

As your eyes gradually move down, the steps recorded in the recipe are even detailed to the temperature range, time, and method of alchemy of the spiritual fire.

Until the last line, Mo Li's eyes gradually shrank, as if he had discovered some incredible secrets, and every word suddenly extinguished his just-ignited hope.

The last condition blocked all retreats!

The ancient handwriting on the parchment reads: Those who refine this pill will be destroyed by the thunder of the avenue.

Mo Li: "Finished, completely cold."

…………

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on my shoulders, and the lights of thousands of houses lit up as night fell.

By the riverside, someone moved the nine-bend water to gather into a lifelike water dragon.

In the attic palace in the distance, the moonlight was like silk, the stars were shining, and the scene of breathing in and out of the moon attracted many people's attention.

I thought about it all night, but to no avail.

I can't make the elixir.

I am poor and destitute.

I don't have enough luck.

Moreover, those who make this elixir will be killed by the thunder of the Great Dao. Not to mention that he can't make the elixir, even if he can, the moment the elixir is made is the moment of death.

"What am I now? I don't have the luck of the protagonist, and I am not qualified to be the villain."

If the system directly gave him an invincible immortal body, or supreme bones, double pupils and other heaven-defying things, why would he do this?

While his thoughts were wandering, the brothel and the pleasure boat not far away attracted Mo Li's attention.

The architecture of the pleasure boat is unique, with a tall cruise ship as the main body, hung with big red lanterns, orange warm light, and the reflection of the stars and the moon, standing by the river, it is quite interesting.

A master and a servant were talking.

"Young Master, it's late at night. If the master finds out, we'll be in trouble!" The old servant advised earnestly.

"What are you afraid of! I'll stay here tonight! I heard that there are a few new female disciples from the Hehuan Sect in the painting boat. I'll have a good taste tonight."

The fat man held a folding fan and wanted to pose as a romantic gentleman, but his round figure made people laugh.

"If my father finds out, you can say I'm practicing."

Dual cultivation is also practicing, who says it's not?

Seeing this scene, Mo Li's attention was diverted, and he smiled slightly, finding it interesting.

The waiter in the teahouse took the opportunity to pour tea and explained: "That's the young master of the Xiao family, Xiao Xiaobao."

"Xiao family?" Mo Li was surprised. He was more sensitive to the surname Xiao.

The waiter smiled and said, "It's the Imperial Taoist sect that produced the Great Emperor, but that happened several generations ago. As time passed, the Xiao family gradually declined. Now the Xiao family in [Suzaku Ancient City] is just a branch."

"Imperial Taoist sect? Tell me about it?" Mo Li was very interested.

"A long time ago, the Great Emperor of the Xiao family won the throne, and the Xiao family naturally flourished for an era. When Emperor Xiao died, he left behind a special fire. It is said that whoever controls this fire can control all fires."

"But several generations have passed, and no one in the Xiao family controls it."

"Wait, you said the fire?" Control fire, the surname Xiao, this made Mo Li look dazed, very familiar.

"The Xiao family can make pills, right?"

The waiter suddenly looked at Mo Li with a strange look, but still explained with a smile:

"Of course they can make pills. For several generations, the Xiao family has been a famous family of pills. Now the owner of the [Dan Tower] in [Suzaku Ancient City] is also the old patriarch of the Xiao family."

"Is that so?" Mo Li tapped the tea table with his fingers, making a regular sound.

"What is the relationship between the tower master of [Dan Tower] and the fat man?"

"You are talking about Master Xiao Xiaobao. The old tower master and him are grandfather and grandson. The old man dotes on this precious grandson and is almost reluctant to let him suffer any hardship."

"When encountering a bottleneck in cultivation, the old man will personally refine medicine, so Xiao Xiaobao's cultivation since birth is as easy and simple as drinking water. He can break through by knocking "candy beans."

"The last question." Mo Li retracted his gaze and turned to the direction of the building boat.

"How is the alchemy level of the old master Xiao?"

"This guest, you finally asked the right person." The waiter said, talking freely, and it is not difficult to see the pride and admiration on his face.

"Mr. Xiao is the signature of our [Suzaku Ancient City]. Many great men have come here to look for medicine but have returned empty-handed. Even people from other Dao states have come here. It is not an exaggeration to talk about his deeds for three days and three nights..."

Finally, Mo Li tapped the wooden table with his fingers rhythmically. He understood.

The tower master of [Suzaku Ancient City], that is, Mr. Xiao, has a first-class alchemy level and can refine holy pills at the quasi-saint level.

Generally speaking, holy pills can only be refined by alchemists at the saint level, otherwise they cannot withstand the rule power of pill tribulation.

It can be seen that Mr. Xiao is really amazing.

Looking at the sparkling river outside the window, it is already past midnight, the stars are shining, the silver moon is reflected, and occasionally there is a charming laugh.

"Ghost Eyes!"

In an instant, Mo Li activated the Ghost Eyes, and the world in his eyes became blood red, and the river surface was covered with a layer of blood gauze.

"Hey! The son of luck?"

Mo Li was surprised. This Xiao Xiaobao's luck was so great. He had only seen this kind of luck in Qin Yang!

"I don't remember this person?"

He remembered that there was no such character as Xiao Xiaobao in the plot.

The night was quiet, and Mo Li's fingers tapped to make a rhythmic sound.

At that time, a plan slowly took shape in Mo Li's mind.

A crazy plan!

If it succeeds, it will be a new life.

If it fails, it will be buried here.