The Great Stage of Douluo, My Name is Qian Xunji

It was not an elixir refined from the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum.

It was the entire Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum itself.

Yue Guan had seen the elixirs refined by Bian Que, so he naturally knew that given his contributions to Martial Soul Hall, obtaining an elixir would not be difficult.

However, ever since he laid eyes on this Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, his martial soul had been consumed by a frantic craving.

His intuition told him that if he obtained the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, his martial soul would undergo an unimaginable transformation, and the bottleneck that had shackled him for years would finally be broken.

Back when he first read the description of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum among the immortal herbs, he had already realized that he had chosen the wrong path.

But in the game of life, there is no taking back a move once it is played!

His nine Soul Rings were already fully occupied; even if he wanted to turn back, he could not.

Now that he finally had a glimmer of hope for a breakthrough, how could he be willing to give up?

In the end, he chose to petition Qian Xunji for the immortal herb.

Qian Xunji made a wise choice: leave professional matters to the professionals.

Should the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum be refined into an elixir, or would it be more effective if given directly to Chrysanthemum Douluo?

Qian Xunji summoned the head of the newly established Alchemy Hall, the seven-year-old Bian Que!

The Alchemy Hall did not just sell elixirs; it also offered pills and potions made from ordinary herbs, each with different effects, primarily categorized into three types.

Healing pills, which were mainly divided into those for external injuries, internal injuries, and antidotes, were essential items for every member of Martial Soul Hall.

Replenishment pills were used to restore soul power and physical strength consumed after battle; they generally came with minor side effects such as hunger or drowsiness, as they forcibly maintained the body's state at the cost of physical exhaustion.

Then there were auxiliary pills, which were the rarest and had the most diverse effects. Most elixirs fell into this category, primarily used to improve physical fitness and talent, increase the probability of a breakthrough, temporarily force an increase in realm and combat power, or boost soul power.

Among these, the first type—antidotes—could be used in conjunction with poisons to strike at enemies.

The effectiveness of this tactic was unparalleled, and many had already fallen victim to it.

People on the Douluo Continent generally had low resistance to both poison and physical damage, and the field of pharmacology was not well-developed; most people who were poisoned relied on auxiliary soul masters to treat them with soul skills.

This made Qian Xunji itch with anticipation, wanting to summon Taiyi Zhenren, who specialized in alchemy, and Master Luban, who was a master of mechanics.

Hmm...

I wonder if Master Luban could build a Luban No. 7? After all, according to the lore, Luban No. 7 was crafted by Master Luban himself.

While lost in thought, Qian Xunji opened his System Panel and, looking at the prestige points transmitted by the heroes, initiated a ten-consecutive draw!

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Bian Que glanced at Qian Xunji, who had dumped the task on him and was now staring at his panel to draw prizes—appearing to outsiders as if he were in a daze.

"Sigh!"

"Elder Ju, this Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum can be yours, but I have one condition..."

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Chapter 50: Distribution of Elixirs

Naturally, the immortal herb could not be given away for free!

With the Alchemy Hall newly established, Bian Que was in urgent need of talent.

Especially talent like Chrysanthemum Douluo, who was well-versed in pharmacology!

If he relied solely on himself to refine medicine, he would be worked to death before he could ever meet the demand for pills across the entire Martial Soul Hall.

However, there had never been a tradition of alchemy before, and everyone under Bian Que needed to be taught from scratch.

Even the alchemy furnaces were built based on designs drawn by Bian Que himself.

The system was urging Bian Que to treat Qian Xunji as soon as possible, Qian Xunji was urging him to quickly research elixirs and establish the Alchemy Hall, and he himself occasionally needed to cultivate.

He was so busy he couldn't even catch his breath; he hadn't slept for ten consecutive days, relying entirely on pills to keep going.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was the only person Bian Que had seen whose talent for the way of medicine was worth noting; he really didn't want to waste time teaching fools.

Trying to learn alchemy without understanding pharmacology was like an illiterate person trying to study classical literature.

Bian Que intended to pass his alchemical knowledge to Chrysanthemum Douluo and then have him take charge of refining pills for the Alchemy Hall and training new members.

Moreover, the Alchemy Hall truly needed a Title Douluo to hold down the fort.

All sorts of people came seeking medicine, and the demand far outstripped the supply, including talented students from the Martial Soul Academy and the descendants of various elders and deacons.

Especially regarding the elixirs, some even went directly to Qian Xunji.

This was not hard to understand; martial souls and talent were innate and determined one's ceiling. Just as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul could not break through to level 80, and Yu Xiaogang, with his half-level of innate soul power, could never break through past level 29—this was the limit of talent, and no amount of resources could change it. Now that elixirs capable of defying heaven and changing fate had appeared, how could they not be tempted?

This was especially true for those elders whose descendants were lackluster; at their advanced age, they came to seek help from Qian Xunji, a junior they had watched grow up, for the sake of their offspring.

Among them was Golden Crocodile Douluo, whose martial soul was the top-tier Golden Crocodile King, yet his descendants had only awakened the Golden Crocodile martial soul, and none had reached level eight in innate soul power.

It was a struggle for them to even become Soul Douluo, let alone a Super Douluo among the Title Douluo.

Once he passed away, the Golden Crocodile family would inevitably decline.

The crowd grew larger and larger, eventually alarming Qian Daoliu.

He watched so many old friends heading to the Pope Palace, initially thinking his rebellious son had caused some new trouble, but he breathed a sigh of relief after learning the reason.

He felt that giving a celestial pill to the juniors of his old friends was no big deal.

These Title Douluo of the Elder Hall had fought for Martial Soul Hall for over a hundred years, and for generations, they had been attached to Martial Soul Hall; their contributions were beyond what could be rewarded.

Since they finally wanted to actively request something, it was only natural to agree.

Especially with the precedent of Chrysanthemum Douluo monopolizing a celestial herb, it was not excessive for them to just ask for a celestial pill.

Just as the Pope Palace was still bustling, a figure appeared at the entrance. His temperament was refined and easygoing, his features exquisite and elegant, and his eyes carried a hint of world-weariness. There seemed to be crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, perhaps due to stress over the past few years—it was none other than Qian Daoliu.

"Great Protector!"

"Great Protector, you've come!"

The Title Douluo inside the Pope Palace spoke up one after another upon seeing Qian Daoliu.

Qian Xunji, who had been debating with the scholars, also stopped talking.

The once lively Pope Palace instantly fell silent.

Watching his old brothers, whose faces were flushed with anger from arguing with his rebellious son, Qian Daoliu sighed while feeling a strange sense of satisfaction.

This rebellious son didn't just anger him alone; his attacks were indiscriminate.

Thinking about it this way, he felt much better.

"You all leave first; I will talk to this rebellious son," Qian Daoliu said, waving his sleeves.

The Title Douluo still respected Qian Daoliu as the Great Protector, so they nodded upon hearing this and left one by one.

With everyone gone, only the father and son, Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji, remained in the Pope Palace.

The scene of a kind father and filial son did not occur.

Qian Daoliu had been upright and majestic his whole life, and he was still quite reasonable.

As long as Qian Xunji did not do anything wrong or deliberately provoke him, he was quite easy to talk to.

The same was true for this matter.

As a rare resource, it was something to be praised that Qian Xunji, as the Pope, did not distribute the celestial pills at will.

Especially since this involved the division of power within Martial Soul Hall; he and his old brothers had all entered the Worship Hall, and the Worship Hall did not need to obey the Pope's orders or fall under his jurisdiction, answering only to him, the Great Protector.

Both sides managed their own affairs and lived in peace.

Now that the Worship Hall suddenly wanted rare resources from the Pope Palace, Qian Xunji naturally would not agree easily as the Pope.

Qian Daoliu had always been reasonable, so he would naturally not stage a "kind father and filial son" drama with Qian Xunji over this.

Of course, he was unwilling to treat his brothers unfairly, so he could only negotiate with Qian Xunji.

Having lived for so long, Qian Daoliu naturally had many good things in his collection, and Qian Xunji had always wanted to inherit his legacy.

"Speak, what do you want in exchange for the celestial pills?" Having learned his rebellious son's personality over the years, Qian Daoliu chose to get straight to the point to avoid being angered by the other's outrageous remarks.

Chapter 51: Effects

Qian Xunji looked at his old father, Qian Daoliu, who had abandoned his former refined and self-cultivating demeanor for a more decisive and straightforward approach, and shook his head, directly stating his price: "I want soul bones."

"You aren't lacking soul bones, why do you want these?" Qian Daoliu frowned and asked in confusion.

"I want soul bones with the holy attribute. You have kept all of these for yourself, and there are none in the treasury of Martial Soul Hall," Qian Xunji explained rationally, as if he had suddenly sobered up.

"I need to prepare them for Arthur and the others. You know how low the drop rate of soul bones is and how rare they are in the outside world, let alone those that match one's own martial soul attribute."

Qian Daoliu was silent for a long moment before saying, "...This is the foundation of the Qian family. Are you sure?"

The holy attribute—let alone soul bones, even soul beasts were extremely rare. In Martial Soul Hall, no one used them except for the Qian family.

Although soul bones could be passed down after a person's death, the energy within them would diminish, and after three or four times, the soul bone would become completely ineffective.

Those in the Qian family who had not obtained a god's trial were not qualified to receive the full set of the Angel God Set and could only use the few soul bones accumulated over generations.

Now, apart from Qian Renxue, who had already been reserved for the Angel God inheritance and had the Angel God Set prepared, the holy-attribute soul bones for the other three heroes were nowhere in sight.

To be honest, even Qian Daoliu had not yet gathered all his own soul bones; either the age was not right, the attribute was not suitable, or he simply could not bear to part with them.

Now that Qian Xunji wanted to trade celestial pills for soul bones, even Qian Daoliu, as the Great Protector, felt a pang of heartache and reluctance.

"I'm sure."

"You really are a good adoptive father!" Qian Daoliu snorted coldly. As an adoptive grandfather, he couldn't bring himself to care for these adopted grandsons of unknown origin who had no blood relation to him; only Qian Renxue had received his favoritism.

However, the transaction had to continue, and the two began to haggle over the age of the soul bones.

In the middle, Qian Xunji raised the Dragon-Slaying Saber several times to slash the price, which made Qian Daoliu so angry that he blew his beard and stared.

"You scoundrel, asking for a 90,000-year soul bone—why don't you just ask for a 100,000-year one while you're at it!"