The Idea of Alchemy, Cultivating a Foundation

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the upper three sects, also received an invitation.

"Fengzhi, what do you think?"

Ning Tianya, seated in the sect master's seat with an elegant bearing, asked.

At his side stood the young sect master, Ning Fengzhi. Unlike the later Ning Fengzhi, who was as shrewd as an old fox, the current Ning Fengzhi could be considered an outstanding young talent, with both composure and cunning.

"Father, I think this person called Jiang Qingyu is far from simple. We should naturally go and take a look. Besides, the position of Spirit Hall's Holy Son has been vacant for far too long. Ever since the current Pope, Qian Xunji, inherited the position, it has been vacant for at least several decades. If not for the current Holy Maiden, Bibi Dong, possessing twin martial souls, she would not have become the Holy Maiden as an exception."

Ning Fengzhi saw the current situation very clearly. If the sect wished to develop smoothly, it had to manage its relationships with every faction properly.

The sudden appearance of a Holy Son shocked the entire continent.

Spirit Hall could be regarded as a sacred place of cultivation longed for by soul masters. It helped six-year-old children awaken their martial souls, and registered soul masters could receive subsidies.

One could only imagine how important the position of Holy Son was.

If just anyone could take the position, the descendants of the other elders might have claimed it long ago.

Ning Tianya pondered for a moment before looking toward Gu Rong and Chen Xin. "Chen Xin, Gu Rong, I'll have to trouble you two to accompany us on this trip."

Chen Xin, dressed in white with the air of a swordmaster, and Gu Rong, whose black hair flowed like a waterfall, nodded.

As the pillars and right-hand men of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, they naturally could not refuse.

After making the decision, Ning Tianya began making preparations and arranging the congratulatory gifts.

Meanwhile, Yu Yuanzhen of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon lineage also received an invitation.

"Luomian, how is the plan progressing?" Yu Yuanzhen asked.

Yu Luomian replied, "Everything is going smoothly. We're only waiting for a chance to find Jiang Qingyu alone."

"Very good. And where has Xiaogang gone?"

He had not returned for so long. What had he been doing?

"Xiaogang is in a small town near Spirit City. Someone reported it last time," Yu Luomian said.

"Then notify everyone. Prepare to wait in Spirit City," Yu Yuanzhen said.

"Yes, Sect Master."

Once everything was settled, over at Spirit Hall...

Spirit Hall also began making arrangements to welcome the arrival of its new Holy Son.

"Little Qingyu, you'll be taking over as Holy Son soon. You aren't nervous, are you?"

"If you are nervous, just tell me."

In the back garden of the Consecration Hall, Guang Ling Douluo leaned over.

Jiang Qingyu's face darkened. "Grandpa Guang Ling, I'm not nervous. And can you settle down for a while? You're so old already. Don't you have anything of your own to do?"

"I really don't!" Guang Ling Douluo spread his hands. "You know I have no descendants. I'm all alone. The other consecrators are either cultivating or in seclusion."

"So you came to find me?"

"Exactly." Guang Ling Douluo nodded. "Little Qingyu, once you become Holy Son, you'll have plenty of authority. Is there anything you want to do?"

Something he wanted to do?

Jiang Qingyu fell into thought. He had already had some ideas before, such as alchemy.

The Mysterious Water Pill and Soul Ascension Pill from ten thousand years later would be a good start.

Unfortunately, he lacked both materials and time. Now that he was becoming the Holy Son, he could indeed try developing an alchemy branch.

The gap between ten thousand years later and two years later was simply too great.

With the development of soul tools and mecha, even those who could not become soul masters could choose from all kinds of professions. They would not be like people now, who had virtually no path forward if they failed to become soul masters.

Of course, they could also pursue theoretical research.

Yu Xiaogang had taken that path, but there were problems with his theories. He was not a true master with real substance.

To become a master, one needed both experience and knowledge, as well as an understanding of the compatibility between martial souls and soul beasts.

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass had absorbed poison-attributed soul beasts. If not for his Blue Silver Emperor bloodline and protagonist's luck, it would probably have been difficult for him to achieve any greater breakthroughs later on.

"Alchemy."

"I want to try alchemy!"

"Alchemy?" Guang Ling Douluo froze.

He clearly had not expected such an answer.

"As I recall, among the four affiliated sects of the Clear Sky Sect, Yang Wudi of the Breaking Clan likes researching alchemy."

Yang Wudi was the only person Guang Ling Douluo could think of who enjoyed alchemy.

"I can explore it slowly myself. As for Yang Wudi, forget it. We've never gotten along with the Clear Sky Sect."

Jiang Qingyu was in no hurry.

"That's true, but even if we don't get along, you can still ask him for guidance!"

With an alchemy teacher to offer guidance, one could get started quickly.

Jiang Qingyu did not know how skilled Yang Wudi was in alchemy.

Of course, that was all for later. They would discuss it after the Holy Son's succession ceremony, then go to the Icefire Yin-Yang Well to gather some other immortal herbs.

"Then, Little Qingyu, don't you want to get married?"

Jiang Qingyu glanced at Guang Ling Douluo. "Grandpa Guang Ling, is this your concern or Bibi Dong's?"

"Of course it's mine. I mainly want to hold a grandson sooner!"

Guang Ling Douluo raised his brows and smiled.

"Keep dreaming!"

"If you have the ability, give birth to one yourself!" Jiang Qingyu rolled his eyes at Guang Ling.

"Men can't give birth." Guang Ling Douluo laughed.

Jiang Qingyu had no way to deal with Guang Ling Douluo.

He was an old child.

"Let's not talk about that, Little Qingyu. Let's talk about your real business. Are you planning to cultivate your own power base?"

"We consecrators are your backing, but you can't have no subordinates at all. You'll have to cultivate them eventually."

How could Jiang Qingyu not understand that?

It was just like the imperial family. Every prince needed his own power, or he would never be able to become emperor by relying on himself alone.

When choosing an emperor, they watched the open and covert struggles, basically to see which prince was capable of the role.

Qian Renxue had infiltrated the Heaven Dou Empire. As long as she killed all the princes, she could become emperor. If she had not delayed and ascended the throne before Tang San rose to prominence, it would have been a certainty.

"I understand."

Jiang Qingyu said, "I plan to cultivate the Elephant Armor Sect, the Holy Dragon Sect, and the Jade-Scaled Serpent lineage!"

At present, the sect masters of the Elephant Armor Sect and Holy Dragon Sect were not Huyan Zhen and Tuoba Xi, but their fathers.

Dugu Bo was currently a Soul Douluo and had yet to cross into the realm of Titled Douluo. His son, Dugu Xin, was also still alive.

"The Holy Dragon Sect and Elephant Armor Sect are fine, but the Jade-Scaled Serpent lineage does not seem to have any particularly famous figures. Most of them die young."

Guang Ling Douluo said, "Among those still alive, there is only Dugu Bo. He is also an expert poison user. I heard that Yue Guan and Ghost tried to recruit him, but both failed."

"I can handle Dugu Bo. I just need to remove the toxins from his body."

"Poison?" Guang Ling Douluo was stunned. "Could the reason their lineage dies young be poison? But they use poison themselves. How could they be poisoned to death?"

"Because their Jade-Scaled Serpents are poisonous. As their strength rises, the poison grows stronger too. By now, Dugu Bo has probably already had his entire body eroded by the Jade-Scaled Serpent poison."

Jiang Qingyu looked at Guang Ling Douluo. "Grandpa Guang Ling, have Elder Yue send an invitation to the Dugu Clan."

"No problem. When I get back, make Grandpa something delicious, all right?"

"Depends on my mood," Jiang Qingyu answered calmly.

"Boohoo~"

"Little Qingyu doesn't love me anymore."

Guang Ling Douluo looked deeply aggrieved.

"If you still don't go, I'll have Grandpa Qingluan do it," Jiang Qingyu said helplessly.

"No, no, no. I'm going right now."

Guang Ling Douluo immediately flew off at top speed.