Searching for Waste Elixirs in the Waste Elixir Chamber

By the time Shen Fan arrived at the Waste Elixir Chamber, it was already dark.

"Dong, dong, dong—!"

From afar, Shen Fan felt a scorching heat wave rushing toward him, along with a strong smell of sulfur in the air.

The door opened, and the heat became even more intense, the sulfurous odor even more pungent.

A bare-chested, dark-skinned young man opened the door expressionlessly and asked coldly, "What do you want?"

"I am..."

Before Shen Fan could finish speaking, the young man saw the transfer order in Shen Fan's hand.

"He's here, finally here! Half a year, I'm finally leaving this place!"

The young man held the transfer order in both hands, crying with excitement.

After a moment, he calmed down and pulled Shen Fan inside.

Once inside, Shen Fan looked at the so-called Waste Elixir Chamber with shock.

The room seemed to be protected by an array, insulating it from the heat. Otherwise, with the Core Earth Fire right there, no one could withstand such high temperatures.

It was built in a valley between two mountain peaks.

The top of the Elixir Forging Chamber was open, like a hole, where waste elixirs and dregs from the Elixir Forging Peak were concentrated.

The task here was to collect and incinerate them.

The two mountain peaks were the Elixir Forging Peak on the left and the Spirit Herb Department under the Elixir Forging Peak on the right.

The Spirit Herb Department also dumped some waste here for unified incineration.

Listening to this senior brother's explanation, Shen Fan became even more excited.

The Spirit Herb Department?

The Elixir Forging Peak?

The Waste Elixir Chamber?

This combination had somehow come to him.

"The waste elixirs, dregs, and scraps are usually processed every three days, and you need to register them, the quantity, incineration time, and so on. Just write it according to the records..."

After saying that, the senior brother picked up his luggage and prepared to leave.

As he was about to leave, he glanced at Shen Fan's large and small packages, and his eyes darted around as he said.

"Junior Brother, there's one last procedure, a routine inspection to see if you're carrying anything harmful!"

Without waiting for Shen Fan to object, he began searching himself.

But after rummaging through everything and seeing the mess on the ground, he looked disappointed and muttered, "I knew it, who in their right mind would come here? He's just a poor wretch!"

With that, he completely ignored Shen Fan's scattered belongings, turned resolutely, and strode away.

"Wo ni ma! Not a single good person!"

Shen Fan cursed inwardly, but then he thought again and secretly rejoiced that he hadn't brought the Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice.

Then, Shen Fan slowly squatted down and picked up the scattered items one by one, his movements slow but methodical.

After tidying up, he began to carefully examine the furnishings of the Waste Elixir Chamber, his eyes moving between the mottled walls and the old elixir furnace, as if searching for something.

At the same time, Old Man Duan, returning from the market, passed by his Spirit Field and pretended to till the soil a few times, but finding it uninteresting, he dejectedly returned to his room.

Opening the door, a piece of paper caught his eye, lying quietly on the ground.

Old Man Duan was full of doubts, bent down to pick it up, then walked to the table, poured a glass of water, and carefully examined the contents of the paper while drinking.

"That kid left? And went to the Waste Elixir Chamber? Is that a place for people to stay?"

Old Man Duan frowned, his face full of worry.

"It must be Zhao Erhu's doing!"

He sighed, his face full of helplessness and indignation.

"What does this kid mean by 'under the big tree'? Did he bury something there?"

Old Man Duan's heart stirred, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

With that thought, he didn't hesitate any longer. He immediately burned the note, then picked up a bucket and hurried up the mountain.

At this time, the sun was setting, the mountain was silent, and there was no one there.

Old Man Duan followed the instructions on the note and came to a large tree.

The area under the tree was overgrown with weeds, and the surrounding terrain was remote and steep, rarely visited by anyone.

He squatted down and carefully examined the area, and sure enough, he found traces of the soil being turned over.

Old Man Duan reached out and dug around a few times, feeling that the soil was unusually soft, obviously something was buried underneath, but the location seemed to be quite deep.

So, Old Man Duan turned around, went back to get a hoe, and dug hard a few times.

In an instant, a rich spiritual energy rushed towards him, permeating his very being.

"This... this..."

This sudden change stunned Old Man Duan in place. His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

Once he had completely dug away the soil, he saw Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice, each grain a golden hue, wrapped in a rough, tattered cloth, lying quietly in the earth, shimmering with an alluring light in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"This... this is Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice!"

Old Man Duan's breathing instantly became rapid, his eyes shining as if he were looking at mountains of gold and silver. His body couldn't help but tremble.

Immediately afterward, Old Man Duan cautiously looked around, confirming that no one was there. Then, with trembling hands, he carefully picked up the Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice, one grain at a time, and examined it closely.

"It's real, it's real!"

After a brief moment of excitement, Old Man Duan gradually calmed down, but his brows furrowed tightly.

"Where did this kid get so much Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice? If he had it, why didn't he take it? Why leave it for me?"

A question arose in his mind, but he immediately dismissed it.

"He must be worried about Zhao Erhu and the others finding it, so he hid it here for me!"

Old Man Duan muttered to himself, "The spiritual energy in this Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice is too rich, it can't be taken out of the Spirit Field at all, it can only be digested here!"

Old Man Duan's wrinkled hands tightly gripped the spirit rice. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Kid, my three years of careful care for you haven't been in vain. This Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice is too important to me. Great kindness needs no thanks. I will definitely repay you with my life in the future!"

After a moment of reflection, Old Man Duan knew that this Supreme-Grade Spirit Rice could not be taken back to his residence, or it would inevitably cause trouble.

It seemed that he could only come here slowly to digest it each day when he came up the mountain to fetch water.

Meanwhile.

Shen Fan had completely cleaned the Waste Elixir Chamber.

Everything was fine here, except it was quite hot. Occasionally, waste elixir residue and garbage would fall from the roof, landing in the funnel-shaped accumulation pool of the Waste Elixir Chamber, scattering around.

His task was to go up to the roof every day and sweep it into the accumulation pool, then return to the Waste Elixir Chamber, open the drain, and pour all the residue into the incinerator, using the Core Earth Fire to burn it clean.

Night had fallen.

Shen Fan walked out of a pile of garbage, covered in dust.

In his hand was an unremarkable, grayish-brown, round waste pill.

This was the most well-preserved waste pill in this pile of residue.

The others had been broken into fragments and could not be used.

Shen Fan put it under his nose and smelled it.

The burnt smell made it impossible for Shen Fan to identify what kind of pill it was.

However, even if it were a complete pill, Shen Fan wouldn't recognize it.

In his three years at the Spirit Field, the only pill he had seen was the Qi Induction Pill, and he knew nothing else.

After washing up and eating dinner, Shen Fan carefully placed it into the Treasure Gathering Universe Bowl.

Then he lay in bed, waiting for tomorrow to arrive.