Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 305 - Refining Sixth-Grade Pills, the Central Continent's Business (3)

Chapter 305: Refining Sixth-Grade Pills, the Central Continent’s Business (3)

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However, Daoist He Yang was not an itinerant cultivator. He was richer than Guan Chaosheng.

“Miss Bai, Seventh Elder.” Daoist He Yang walked forward, cupped his hands, and turned to look at Han Muye. “Mr. Han, thank you.”

Han Muye’s ident.i.ty was no secret.

But then it was a secret.

Only those whom Bai Suzhen had contacted and made a deal with had a chance to see him in person.

Without any pleasantries, they entered the Daoist temple. Then Han Muye walked into the quiet room.

In the room, there were three sets of spiritual herbs prepared by Daoist He Yang.

There was also a jade slip on the small table.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a formation disk flew out, sealing the surrounding s.p.a.ce.

Refining a sixth-grade pill was no longer difficult for the current Han Muye.

However, he needed to figure out the new pill formula.

Picking up the jade slip, he probed it with his divine sense, and all kinds of information appeared.

The Fuyang pill was a sixth-grade pill. It used the First Sun Spirit Stone Flower as the main ingredient to refine a pill rich in the power of the sun.

This pill could purify the sun-attribute power that was not pure enough.

Power of the blazing sun?

Han Muye’s eyes flashed.

This pill was clearly related to the Blazing Sun Palace.

He just did not know where Daoist He Yang had obtained it from.

The images of alchemy kept circulating in his mind. A moment later, he closed his eyes slowly.

After a few deductions, a smile appeared on his face.

It was no wonder she wanted him to refine pills.

Those who did not gather the power of the sun could not refine this pill at all.

During the refinement process, this pill needed to constantly fuse with the power of the sun and finally transform into a pill primer.

The Dao Essence Cauldron appeared.

Sword Qi entered the cauldron immediately.

Endless spiritual light flashed, and spiritual herbs were dropped into it, one after another.

In less than an hour, three pale golden spiritual herbs were dancing in front of him.

Clouds swirled in the sky.

A sixth-grade pill was an immortal-grade pill, so there was naturally a pill tribulation.

Seeing the swirling cloud, excitement flashed across Daoist He Yang’s face.

Success!

“This Mr. Han is really, really rare in the world. It was no wonder he was known as an immortal.” Seeing the lightning descend, Daoist He Yang sighed softly.

He had been searching hard for someone who could refine the Fuyang Pill, but he had never had the chance.

Many alchemy experts in the Western Frontier were unable to refine this pill.

“Unfortunately, you were too rash and damaged your cultivation.” The old man standing behind Bai Suzhen shook his head and said calmly.

Daoist He Yang turned to look at him and said with a smile, “Seventh Elder is right.”

The Dao Sect was different from demonic cultivators.

The Dao Sect cultivated a lot and upheld the will of the world. It was very easy to understand the choice Han Muye made back then.

Without righteousness in his heart, how could one cultivate the Great Dao?

As for the demon sects, all power belonged to themselves.

In the opinion of such cultivators, Han Muye had gone to kill for an unrelated reason and even exhausted his cultivation.

He was a fool to them.

The door to the quiet room opened, and Han Muye walked out, holding a jade bottle.

“Fortunately, I didn’t disappoint you.” He raised his hand and handed the jade bottle to Bai Suzhen.

Bai Suzhen scanned with her divine sense and looked at Daoist He Yang.

Daoist He Yang quickly reached out and took out a small bag, handing it to Bai Suzhen.

Bai Suzhen took the bag and handed it to Han Muye, then handed the jade bottle to Daoist He Yang.

This deal was considered completed.

In the small bag in Han Muye’s hand was a dark golden disc.

This disc was filled with fiery cloud patterns.

With his divine sense, he could feel the vigorous sun-attribute power on it.

It was indeed a treasure of the sun attribute.

Coupled with the pill formula just now, the deal was even.

Bai Suzhen, Han Muye, and the others did not stay in the Daoist temple. They turned around and left.

Seeing them leave, Daoist He Yang’s expression changed. He muttered to himself softly, “Patriarch, is this the person you’ve been looking for…”

After leaving the Daoist temple, Han Muye looked at Bai Suzhen and the old man behind him.

“Storeowner Bai, I still have some private matters to attend to. I won’t be returning to the Nine Mystic Mountain for the time being.”

He cupped his hands and turned around. His figure turned into a green light and flew away.

Bai Suzhen stood where she was and watched him leave.

“Miss, have you thought it through?” The white-bearded old man’s voice came from behind her.

“No one can change the sect master’s decision.”

There was a faint coldness in the old man’s voice.

Bai Suzhen shook her head and didn’t speak.

….

Han Muye rode his sword and arrived at a street two hours later.

There were many cultivators and mortals in the street market.

When he arrived at a restaurant, Jiang Ming was already waiting.

“Young Master, this is Senior Jin.”

Jiang Ming pointed at the old man beside him.

This old man was wearing a brocade robe. He was fair and fat with a smile on his face.

Hearing Jiang Ming’s introduction, he hurriedly waved his hand and said, “I don’t dare to call you ‘Senior’.”

Looking at Han Muye, he lowered his voice. “How does an old man like me dare to call Immortal Han ‘Senior’?”

Jin Jialin was an itinerant cultivator, but he had built a considerable family clan.

The Jin family’s business team was only slightly smaller than the Bai family’s in the Western Frontier.

According to the information provided by Jiang Ming, the Jin family seemed to have some transactions with people outside the Western Frontier.

Han Muye knew that the most urgent thing for everyone asking for pills was naturally alchemy.

If they wanted to exchange pleasantries, they had to wait until he refined the pills.

The three of them went to the backyard of the restaurant. Jin Jialin held two bags with both hands.

“Immortal Han, these are the spiritual herbs needed to refine the Pure Divine Pill. I’ve prepared ten portions.

“These are the agreed-upon spiritual rocks.”

Han Muye glanced at him. “Patriarch Jin, give me these spiritual rocks after I’ve refined the pills.”

Hearing his words, Jin Jialin looked at Han Muye and grinned. “How can I not trust Immortal Han?”

Han Muye nodded, took the spiritual rocks and spiritual herbs, and walked into the quiet room.

At the door, Jin Jialin watched the door close with a smile.

He turned to look at Jiang Ming.

“Fellow Daoist Jiang, actually, it’s fine even if he can’t refine this pill.

“Anyway, I still have spiritual herbs.”

He rubbed his hands and said softly, “I’m mainly interested in your business.”

“I’ve seen Fellow Daoist Kong.” Jin Jialin lowered his voice. “That person is from the Central Continent, right?”

Central Continent.

That was the holy land of the cultivation world.

Unfortunately, the Western Frontier was isolated from the Central Continent. If one wanted to go to the Central Continent, one had to change routes and go around in circles. Without sufficient strength, one could not go at all.

There were not many experts in the Western Frontier who had been to the Central Continent.

The Central Continent was also relatively xenophobic. It was very difficult for cultivators from the Western Frontier to adapt.

“Senior Jin, have you taken a fancy to our business?” Jiang Ming’s expression did not change. He looked at the quiet room in front of him and said softly, “I can’t make such a decision.”

Jin Jialin laughed and turned to look at the quiet room. “I understand. Immortal Han naturally has the final say.

“I’ll wait here until Immortal Han comes out—”

“Boom—”

A clap of thunder interrupted him.

Then the door to the quiet room opened.

Han Muye held a jade bottle in his hand and strode out.

“Why is Patriarch Jin waiting for me?”

Jin Jialin’s eyes widened, and then confusion flashed across his face. “You, Immortal Han, you refined this pill?”