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Chapter 159: Immortal-Grade Purple Jade Pill, Itinerant Cultivator Guan Chaosheng

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Sure enough, Jiang Ming, who was standing at the side, looked helpless.

After coming to the Sword Pavilion, Jiang Ming’s confidence had suffered a blow.

As an alchemy genius from a hundred years ago, he felt that he could discuss and communicate with Han Muye about alchemy.

However, the truth was that other than earning a lot of spiritual rocks, he felt that he had nothing in common with Han Muye in alchemy.

Alchemy theories and alchemy rules were all useless in front of Han Muye.

The sword qi entered the pill furnace, and the pill became an immortal.

Every time he watched Han Muye refine pills, Jiang Ming’s mental trauma would take a long time to recover.

As a result, Jiang Ming stopped watching Han Muye refine pills.

“Storeowner Bai wants a Purple Jade Pill from you.”

Jiang Ming said softly.

Big business indeed.

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In the three small realms of the Earth Realm, the Meridian Opening Realm drew the power of heaven and earth into one’s body, enabling one to comprehend the Great Dao. In other words, it was the process of truly cultivating the Dao and cultivating one’s true intent.

Only those in the Earth Realm could master sword intent, because after the Earth Realm opened the meridians, they could receive the power of heaven and earth.

The Spirit Awakening Realm was a step further, allowing the power of his soul to fuse with the power of heaven and earth.

The process was difficult.

Only when the soul and the power of heaven and earth truly fused could one sense the power of heaven and earth.

With two perfected resonances, one would reach the Core Formation realm.

One’s cultivation would condense into a Great Dao Golden Core.

It was the key to immortality.

The Purple Jade Pill was a sixth-grade pill that could nourish the soul at the Spirit Awakening Realm and communicate with the power of heaven and earth to stimulate the soul.

A sixth-grade pill was precious. One pill cost at least 500,000 spiritual rocks.

Even if they prepared their own spiritual herbs, an alchemist would need to be paid at least 200,000 spiritual rocks.

“Supreme quality?”

Han Muye looked at Bai Suzhen.

If it was an ordinary Purple Jade Pill, there would be no need for her to specially look for Han Muye.

There were many alchemists in the Western Frontier who could refine sixth-grade pills.

Bai Suzhen nodded and smiled like a flower.

“Supreme-grade is fine. Immortal-grade is best.”

The answer was general.

Han Muye also smiled.

The more general the answer, the more it meant that the other party really needed this pill.

It had reached the point where she was willing to pay a huge price for this pill.

Ordinary-grade Purple Jade Pills cost 500,000 spiritual rocks. Supreme-grade ones naturally cost more than a million.

As for immortal-grade, more than a million spiritual rocks were worthless.

He had to exchange it for a real treasure!

The reason why the cultivation world was popular was because many valuable items could not be measured with spiritual rocks.

No one was willing to exchange many rare treasures for spiritual rocks.

“Senior Brother, name your price.” Bai Suzhen leaned forward a little, and a faint fragrance wafted from her body.

“If it’s supreme-grade, you can give me spiritual rocks, spiritual materials, and spiritual herbs at a discount.” Han Muye nodded and took a step back.

In the Sword Pavilion, Huang Six was staring at them.

“As for the immortal-grade, I have to at least add a medium-grade spiritual weapon.”

Most sects used middle-grade spiritual weapons as their sect-protecting treasures.

Of course, Earth Realm cultivators who needed Purple Jade Pills were already qualified to establish their own sects. They should be able to obtain a medium-grade spiritual weapon if they used everything they had.

As for those that he couldn’t take out, why would he need an Immortal Grade Pill?

Hearing Han Muye’s request, Bai Suzhen nodded and said, “I’ll go talk.”

To Bai Suzhen, earning spiritual rocks was a small matter. The greatest benefit was that she would obtain the favors of those Earth Realm experts.

The cultivation world valued karma.

A favor was also cause and effect.

“It’s best if I can go down the mountain within seven days.” Han Muye instructed.

He had agreed with Zhao Pu that he would go to the secret place to find the follow-up cultivation technique of Iron Bull Strength in 10 days. Han Muye calculated that it would be best to finalize the matter of alchemy in the next few days.

Otherwise, if he was delayed in the secret place, this business might be ruined.

“Don’t worry, I think that senior might be even more anxious than you.”

Bai Suzhen laughed and turned to leave.

To be honest, this Storeowner Bai was rich. To most cultivators, she was the rarest Dao companion.

But Han Muye really had no such thoughts.

He felt that if he wanted to find a Dao companion, he should find someone as refreshing as Mu Wan.

He couldn’t control a demoness like Bai Suzhen.

Turning around and entering the Sword Pavilion, Lin Shen looked at him and said in a low voice, “Brother Han, are you preparing to explore the secret place with Senior Brother Zhao?”

Han Muye had already discussed the Iron Bull Strength with Zhao Pu, and they had also talked about the origin of the Iron Bull Strength.

“Take me with you then.”

Lin Shen looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice, “My big brother told me that the Iron Bull Jin was obtained by him and a few other senior brothers. He was going to lead you to that place anyway.”

Han Muye was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Lin Chongxiao’s remnant soul had already dissipated after the battle in the cultivator’s cave abode. This matter had been suppressed in Lin Shen’s heart and he could not let it go.

Han Muye did not tell Lin Shen that Lin Chongxiao’s remnant soul might have been reborn.

This matter was too illusory. If it was given to Lin Shen, it would not be a good thing.

If there was an opportunity, they would meet again.

“Alright, Teacher Lin will go with you.”

Han Muye patted Lin Shen’s shoulder and walked into the Sword Pavilion.

Lin Shen turned to look into the distance and took a deep breath. A faint sword qi surged on his body.

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Han Muye didn’t have to wait long. Two days later, Bai Suzhen came to invite him down the mountain.

The Earth Realm expert who invited Han Muye to refine pills naturally wouldn’t come up the mountain.

Even if his identity did not conflict with the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, Bai Suzhen would not bring him to the Nine Mystic Mountain.

If she did, wouldn’t the Nine Mystic Sword Sect obtain the favor?

Those old fellows from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s medical hall were good at winning people over.

After following Bai Suzhen out of the sect, Lin Shen, who was carrying a huge sword on his back, raised his hand and the sect’s flying boat floated in the air.

This flying boat was the standard flying boat of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Weapon Refinement Hall. It was priced at 90 merit points and only cost about 10,000 spiritual rocks.

Of course, this was because Han Muye and the others were rich now. 10,000 spiritual rocks was nothing. Ordinary inner sect disciples would not buy such a flying boat unless they really needed it.

They could run on their two legs.

Han Muye had brought Lin Shen here so that there was someone controlling the flying boat, saving him the trouble of consuming spiritual energy.

Secondly, when he was refining pills, Lin Shen could protect him.

It was taboo to disturb him while refining pills. If anyone had any ill intentions towards him, Lin Shen’s cultivation and combat strength were enough to protect him.

One had to be wary of others, including the Earth Realm expert who had never met him or Bai Suzhen. They would be fools if they completely let their guard down.

In the cultivation world, fools did not live long.

There was a third reason. Huang Six had said that Han Muye and Storeowner Bai could not be together alone.

In Huang Six’s words at that time, “I believe in Han Muye’s character, but young men and women are hot-blooded. If anything happens, you’ll have a headache.”

In the cabin, Han Muye and Bai Suzhen sat opposite each other.

At this moment, Bai Suzhen was wearing a plain robe and a pale white veil.

“Senior Brother Han, the person who invited you to refine pills is a rogue cultivator expert named Guan Chaosheng. He’s considered a famous rogue cultivator in the Western Frontier. He’s a sixth level Awakening God who has cultivated for 500 years. It’s rare for itinerant cultivators to have such cultivation.”

At this moment, Bai Suzhen naturally had to tell Han Muye the identity of the Earth Realm expert who had entrusted him to refine pills.

Previously, she had already made an agreement with Han Muye that she would not help the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s enemy refine pills. This Senior Guan Chaosheng did not belong to any side.

“This senior has been at the fifth level of the Soul Awakening Realm for more than a hundred years. You know, once his realm is solidified, his potential will be exhausted. There’s basically no possibility of him taking another step forward.”

Cultivation was heaven-defying. If one did not improve, one would fall behind.

Cultivators could not advance bravely. Their cultivation would solidify. If they sat and waited, they would slowly degenerate and have no hope of advancing further in their lives.

There were too many such experts in the cultivation world.

There were many Core Formation Soul Awakening Elders in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, but only a handful of them could reach the half-step Heaven Realm.

Talent had long determined a person’s upper limit.

This was also the reason why the cultivation world did not pay attention to cultivators with low aptitude.

Without sufficient aptitude, one was destined to waste resources for the rest of one’s life.

Back then, Han Muye was rejected by the Nine Mystic Sword Sect because of his ninth-grade aptitude.

“That senior also wants to take a gamble.”

Bai Suzhen smiled at Han Muye and said, “He said that if you have an Immortal Grade Pill, he’ll give you an ancient sword that he treasured.”

An ancient sword was a true treasure.

Although most ancient swords like this would have some flaws due to special refinement methods and improper preservation, the materials used to forge ancient swords were definitely sufficient.

Even if he smelted it and refined it again, he could still obtain a top treasure.

Giving such an ancient sword meant that the other party was sincere.

“Guan Chaosheng?”

Han Muye closed his eyes and thought for a moment before saying, “His family seems to be at the front line of Fengshou Mountain?”

Hearing Han Muye’s words, Bai Suzhen laughed.

“Senior Brother Han, you’re getting smarter and smarter.”

When Bai Suzhen asked him to refine the Purple Jade Pill, Han Muye had already guessed that it was probably that Earth Realm expert who needed to refine this pill.

In the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s spiritual land, in the Grand Elder’s house, there was information on the Earth Realm Soul Awakening Realm.

After spending half a day, Han Muye memorized all the information about cultivators above the fifth level of the Earth Realm Soul Awakening Realm recorded in the sect.

This was the foundation of a large sect.

Guan Chaosheng’s family was at the front line of Fengshou Mountain. He had planned for the worst by seeking to increase his cultivation.

If Fengshou Mountain fell, his cultivation would increase, and his chances of escaping would increase.

Even if he protected the family and moved to the hinterland of the Western Frontier, he would still have more bargaining chips in his hands.

To cultivators, no matter how much wealth they had, it was not as practical as their own strength.

“Hum—”

The flying boat swung gently and slowly descended.

There was a small city ahead. There were cultivators and ordinary people in the city.

There were countless cities in the cultivation world where ordinary people and cultivators lived together.

Bai Suzhen led Han Muye and Lin Shen to a large residence. The servant at the door invited them to the hall.

In the hall stood a white-haired old man in a gray robe.

Bai Suzhen smiled and cupped her hands. “Old Master Guan, thank you for waiting.”

“Hehe, I’ve already waited for a hundred years. This is nothing. But if you say that there’s no hurry.” The old man’s gaze landed on Han Muye, and he sighed. “From the moment I heard that you could help refine an immortal-grade Purple Jade Pill, every day felt like a year.”