章節 125: People Die When Killed
"Pills are quite magical, right?"
Chen Xia asked Zhang Daoming with a smile.
There was no reply for a while.
Zhang Daoming's aged face had a look of losing composure. He stared blankly at the Supreme Profound Ice Soul Pill in Chen Xia's hand. After a long while, he said hoarsely.
"Somehow, now that you've refined it, I don't really feel like living anymore."
Zhang Daoming felt that the alchemy path he had cultivated for thousands of years was all in vain. In front of Chen Xia, it wasn't completely worthless, but it was only worth a little.
It was okay for Chen Xia to refine pills, and it was also okay for him to refine them easily.
Zhang Daoming wasn't that narrow-minded and wouldn't be jealous of a prodigy.
But could you at least refine them in a normal way? What's the point of using a shovel to stir-fry?!
At least use some proper techniques.
He let out a sigh and stopped thinking about such depressing things. Instead, he thought about the good side. At least the pill was successfully refined, and it was a mid-grade dao pill, the Supreme Profound Ice Soul Pill, which was a level higher than the low-grade dao pill, the Great Mist Ice Pill.
This kind of mid-grade dao pill was also a hot commodity outside. The market price was probably around fifty to sixty thousand spirit stones. The fluctuation of about ten thousand was determined by the quality.
Zhang Daoming carefully examined this Supreme Profound Ice Soul Pill again. First, he looked at the color, then smelled the fragrance, and finally observed the pill's appearance.
These were the three steps of observing pills and also the simplest way to judge the quality of pills.
Zhang Daoming inspected it according to the steps.
The color was perfect. The pure blue color of the Supreme Profound Ice Soul Pill had a bit of a misty hue, almost no different from a real ice sculpture.
Then he smelled the fragrance of the pill. A clear scent with a trace of cold air entered his nostrils.
This was already double-perfect quality and could already be sold at a high price of sixty thousand spirit stones, and many powerful beings would scramble to buy it.
If the last aspect of the pill's appearance could also reach perfect quality, this would be a truly perfect-level dao pill and could reach a high price of sixty-eight thousand spirit stones!
Zhang Daoming was getting more and more nervous at this moment. He held his breath, afraid of contaminating this dao pill, and carefully examined it with his eyes.
There were faintly visible ice-sculpted snowflakes falling around the dao pill, as if it were an entire snowy day.
Great appearance!
Zhang Daoming's face was dull. If he had just felt a bit like dying before, now he really did.
He wasn't a petty person. Even though Chen Xia had refined the Supreme Profound Ice Soul Pill with a shovel, Zhang Daoming could still accept it to some extent.
It was okay for you to refine it well, but you couldn't refine it so well!
What would the alchemists in the Heavenly Sword Sea think?
"Who did you learn alchemy from?" Zhang Daoming couldn't hold it in anymore. Even though he knew that asking others about their secrets was a taboo, he still asked.
"I'm self-taught." Chen Xia replied casually.
"Impossible!" Zhang Daoming directly rejected it. Feeling that wasn't firm enough, he added, "Absolutely impossible!"
It wasn't that being self-taught was impossible. There were indeed people in the world who became alchemy masters through self-study.
But how old was Chen Xia?
At most, he was only two thousand years old.
But what kind of pills had he refined? The high-grade dao pill, the Observation Mystery Pill, and the mid-grade dao pill, the Supreme Profound Ice Soul Pill, and he even refined them by stir-frying!
When Zhang Daoming was two thousand years old, he was still studying how to combine low-grade spirit medicines.
If Chen Xia said that there was no one guiding him behind the scenes, Zhang Daoming wouldn't believe it.
He looked at Chen Xia expectantly, hoping to hear the answer he wanted from Chen Xia. It would be best if there was an alchemy saint secretly guiding Chen Xia.
That way, Zhang Daoming would feel a bit better in his heart.
But he didn't get the answer he hoped for.
Chen Xia just shook his head and said casually, "Actually, it's nothing. I'm just relying on the heavens to give me a way to make a living. Besides, I can only refine this kind of pill once every five or six years."
Actually, it's nothing.
These simple six words deeply stabbed Zhang Daoming's heart. He tremblingly stood up, as if he had aged hundreds of years, and said hoarsely to Chen Xia.
"I'll take this Supreme Profound Ice Soul Pill to the auction. It can probably be sold for sixty-eight thousand spirit stones. After deducting the cost of the medicinal materials and the money you owe me, you can get five thousand spirit stones for yourself."
Chen Xia nodded, thinking it was reasonable. The cost of the medicinal materials for pills usually accounted for the majority, and the alchemist earned a processing fee.
The main reason was that dao pills weren't something that had a price but no market. There were still quite a number of dao alchemists in the star region. There were two in the Heavenly Sword Sea, but they were rarely seen.
If it were a great medicine, then the processing fee and the cost of the medicinal materials would be split equally.
Because great medicines were hard to find and even harder to refine.
Not to mention imperial medicines. If an imperial medicine could be bought now, the Heavenly Sword Sea would go bankrupt to buy one.
"You can go. Just leave the pill here. After it's sold, I'll bring you the spirit stones." Zhang Daoming waved his hand.
"Yeah." Chen Xia didn't say much. He could tell that Zhang Daoming wasn't in a good mood.
"By the way, you can also take this alchemy furnace away." Zhang Daoming said again.
"Aren't you going to refine pills anymore?" Chen Xia was puzzled.
"Refine my ass." Zhang Daoming shook his head, "If you don't take it away, I'll refine myself next!"
"Okay." Since it was a free alchemy furnace, Chen Xia didn't say much and just carried it away.
"By the way, here are these too." Zhang Daoming said as he threw all the alchemy books and tools at Chen Xia.
"You're even throwing away Wang Yangzi's book. Didn't you admire him a lot?" Chen Xia asked curiously.
"Fuck Wang. I'm not refining pills anymore." Zhang Daoming waved his hand grandly, took out a book from under the bed, and started reading from the beginning.
Chen Xia took a glance. The title of the book was "How to Become a Sword Cultivator".
Good grief, he's switching from literature to martial arts.
Chen Xia didn't say much either. After all, Zhang Daoming was already so old and didn't have many years left to live. As long as he was happy.
Chen Xia came empty-handed but left with a full load. Carrying the alchemy furnace with many books and tools inside, from a distance, he looked like a scrap collector.
Along the way, many preparatory disciples looked at him in surprise, wondering if he had robbed the cave of some alchemist.
"Who is this guy? Why haven't I seen him before?" A preparatory disciple asked.
"I don't know. He should be a new preparatory disciple. Looking at him carrying the alchemy furnace, could he be an alchemist?"
A disciple guessed.
"If he's an alchemist, then he's really something. There aren't many alchemists among the preparatory disciples of this batch, right?"
The discussions among the preparatory disciples continued.
Chen Xia didn't pay attention to these and just carried the alchemy furnace and continued walking.
"Chen Xia!" A woman's voice rang out, followed by light and quick footsteps. Liu Qing, wearing a pure white dress, came over with a smile on her face and asked curiously.
"What are you carrying this alchemy furnace for?"
Chen Xia put down the alchemy furnace, "A friend gave it to me. If you want it, I can sell it to you at a low price."
"Haha, then you'd really be a scrap seller." Liu Qing laughed.
Fortunately, Zhang Daoming didn't hear this, or it would be another big shock for him.
Liu Qing took another look at Chen Xia and smiled, "It seems you're doing okay. Where's your cave?"
"It's a bit far and a bit remote." Chen Xia replied.
"Oh." Liu Qing nodded, pursed her lips, slightly furrowed her delicate eyebrows, and said softly.
"Do you know that there's actually a cave among the preparatory disciples that has been unoccupied all the time? The minor elders don't allow disciples to live there either. I don't know why. Maybe it's unlucky."
"Preparatory disciples try to avoid that place when choosing caves. You should be careful too."
"Really?" Chen Xia frowned. He hadn't heard of this news before. Could it be something that happened during the five hundred years he was in prison?
"Yeah, yeah. That cave is also a bit remote, and there's a spooky pavilion outside. You must be careful when you encounter it. There might be something strange about it."
Liu Qing pouted her lips and said as if it were a serious matter.
Chen Xia was silent.
He probably understood, but he didn't explain it to Liu Qing. Instead, he shook his head and said.
"I never believe in superstitions. All those unlucky sayings are false."
"Then what do you rely on?" Liu Qing was a bit stunned.
Chen Xia raised his fist and waved it twice.
"Science-based cultivation."
"For example, if a person is killed, he will die."
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