Red-Nosed Alchemist and Dragon-Meat Great Elixir

After leaving Rumor Pavilion, Fang Shu stood in front of the pavilion and looked it over from head to toe.

He thought to himself, "I hope you won't be so untrustworthy."

Just now, based on the reaction of the Immortal cultivator of the Rumor Pavilion, Fang Shu guessed that they had already guessed his identity.

However, this was within his expectations. After all, someone like him, who specifically sought out a particular Dao of Alchemy Immortal cultivator, was too obviously suspicious.

Even if he doesn't specifically seek out any particular alchemist, but instead randomly chooses a master of blood and flesh Dao of Alchemy, his identity will naturally be exposed when he produces the Essence Blood from the Immortal cultivator of the True Dragon Zigong.

Rather than doing it this way, it would be much easier to just let the Wind Rumor Pavilion choose an Immortal cultivator with a more reliable reputation.

Furthermore, this way, if his identity is exposed too early, he will have a clearer understanding of who is responsible and can more easily seek redress.

Nearby, Che Luanshan had already driven his car and was waiting in front of the Rumor Pavilion.

The other party addressed him respectfully. "Master."

Fang Shu withdrew his gaze, nodded, got into the car, and then sent a few telepathic messages, instructing Che Luanshan to take him there.

The two wandered around the Dragon Palace Sea Market, eating and shopping, and after circling around several times, Che Luanshan received another Fang Shu, who pointed out a location and told him to hurry there.

Soon, the two arrived at a remote area of Dragon Palace Sea Market.

This place is neither near the edge of the mountain nor near the empty shoe of the mountain's veins, but is located in the middle of the veins. The space is narrow, and even the air is somewhat polluted. It is like a low-lying and desolate place in the Dragon Palace Sea Market.

Fang Shu was among them, and one could even see Immortal cultivator or demons standing directly on the street, soliciting customers and selling their bodies.

This caused a strange expression on his face, and he thought to himself, "It seems that this Western Sea Dragon Palace, though beautiful, is still rotten inside despite its golden and jade exterior."

Hiss!

The carriage carrying three giant black-scaled snakes stopped in front of an ordinary courtyard.

It is evident that the owner of this courtyard is a human. The courtyard is not only fenced but also has pavilions and houses, which seem rather out of place in this area.

Fang Shu looked around the courtyard and only noticed the character "Dan" on the plaque outside.

Although he didn't know the specifics of the situation inside, he figured he hadn't come to the wrong place, so he immediately got off the snake carriage and headed into the courtyard to pay his respects.

As soon as they entered the hospital, they heard a child's voice.

The other party muttered, "Who goes there again? My master's schedule is already full of pills for the year, and he really has no free time. You should go back to where you came from."

Fang Shu was taken aback by these words, but he did not retreat immediately. Instead, he transmitted his voice to the young Daoist boy. "I am new to this place and am unaware of such a situation. However, I have a letter here, and I would appreciate it if you could inform the young Daoist boy of it."

Upon hearing this, a young Daoist boy with a bun hairstyle emerged from a thatched hut in the courtyard.

The child was about twelve or thirteen years old, with delicate features. Judging from appearance alone, it was difficult to tell whether he was a boy or a girl.

The young Daoist priest wrinkled his nose, muttered something again, walked up to Fang Shu, and held out his hand. "Give it to me."

Fang Shu smiled but remained silent, not producing the so-called "letter," and simply gestured for the other party to lead the way.

This made the young Daoist boy raise his eyebrows, thinking that another alchemist was using some tricks to try and get away with it.

But just then, an aged voice came from inside the house. "Step back. This guest can come directly in."

Upon hearing this, the young Daoist Fang Shu composed himself, bowed to Fang Shu, and then scurried back into his thatched hut to prepare the medicinal herbs.

Fang Shu nodded happily and walked towards the houses in the courtyard.

After pushing aside a bamboo curtain, an old Daoist priest with a bulbous nose appeared before him.

The other person had jet-black hair, a flushed face, and glazed eyes, appearing to be drunk. However, there was no smell of alcohol on him; instead, he exuded a strong medicinal fragrance.

Upon smelling the medicinal fragrance, Fang Shu's eyes lit up.

Such a scene suggests that the other party's alchemy skills are superb, and the fragrance of the elixir has permeated their very being. Perhaps even the Golden Core Divine Ability achieved through alchemy are related to the elixir.

The old Daoist priest with the bulbous nose muttered, "That little brat is right. My pills are already booked until next year. If you really need them, please come back next year."

After speaking, the other person bent down in front of several jade bottles and smelled the contents of each bottle.

Without even looking up, he pointed to a shelf nearby and said, "These are some pills that I and my disciples usually refine. If you need any, please feel free to take them."

Fang Shu merely glanced at the shelf before taking something from his own bag and placing it in front of the old Daoist priest.

That is, it is also a jade bottle.

Seeing that Fang Shu still refused to leave and had even taken out this item, the old Daoist's expression darkened. Without even glancing at it, the Daoist was about to flick the jade bottle back into Fang Shu.

At this moment, Fang Shu's voice rang out leisurely. "If you don't look at the contents of the bottle, fellow Daoist, you might regret it."

These words successfully piqued the old Daoist's interest, but after sizing Fang Shu up and down a few times, he coldly said, "A beast-born Immortal cultivator like you dares to talk about regret in front of me? Do you really think I'm easily intimidated!"

The man, with his beard and hair disheveled, pointed to the door. Although he didn't reprimand Fang Shu for leaving, his meaning was crystal clear.

Upon seeing Fang Shu, Fang Shu was momentarily speechless and reached up to touch his forehead.

He had forgotten that he was traveling in this Sea Market in the form of a red centipede, and that he was even riding in a snake-shaped carriage, dressed like a dragon prince or grandson.

The fact that the old Daoist priest with the bulbous nose didn't directly forbid him from entering the sect was already a sign of restraint on his part.

Then, with a snap, the wax seal shattered.

Fang Shu didn't delay any longer; he removed the stopper from the jade bottle remotely.

A pure, pungent smell of blood immediately filled the house, causing the old Daoist priest's expression to change abruptly.

The man hurriedly placed his hand on the jade bottle, preventing the Essence Blood within from leaking out, and with a snap, the array around the house was activated.

The old Daoist Fang Shu with the bulbous nose looked Fang Shu up and down, seemingly unsure of what to do.

Fang Shu, however, was completely at ease. He suddenly made a hand seal, concealing the Yao Qi emanating from his body.

In the blink of an eye, his hair turned black again, his horns tucked in, and he returned to the appearance of a young Daoist priest. He even took the initiative to bow to the old Daoist priest with the bulbous nose in front of him. "I am Fang Shu, from the Western Continent. Greetings, fellow Daoist."

At this moment, the man with the red nose suddenly realized something, and his gaze towards Fang Shu immediately became much kinder.

"So you're Immortal cultivator from the land." The other party immediately returned the greeting and invited Fang Shu to sit down. "Come, come, since you've come from the land, you must know what's been happening there lately. Tell me about it."

As they spoke, the man with the bulbous nose produced a wine jar from who-knows-where, placed it in the middle of the table, carefully opened it, and poured himself a cup first.

Seeing their familiar demeanor, Fang Shu was speechless, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

He reconsidered and decided to keep the note from the Rumor Pavilion tucked in his sleeve, not taking it out, and simply went along with it.

They began to talk about the customs and culture of the Western Continent.

After a while, the old Daoist with the bulbous nose remembered that Fang Shu was a guest and said directly, "Hmm, fellow Daoist, you've come today because you want to use this bottle of True Dragon Essence Blood to make pills? Don't worry, I have all kinds of medicines here. Just tell me your request."

However, upon hearing this, Fang Shu pondered for a few moments and then shook his head.

The old Daoist priest with the bulbous nose looked puzzled.

"No, it's not just about using this bottle of Essence Blood to make the elixir."

Fang Shu cupped his hands in greeting, and then another jade box flew out from his sleeve, revealing the tail of the Zigong.

Even though the True Dragon Zigong was dead and this object had been sealed for several months, the dragon's tail was still alive, the Core Qi within it was still strong, and the flesh and blood were still wriggling inside the jade box.

This object caught the eye of the old Daoist priest with the bulbous nose, causing him to stand up abruptly.

The old Daoist priest reached out and took the wooden box, examining it closely. His expression shifted, clearly showing a mixture of hatred and pleasure.

As he stared at it repeatedly, the old Daoist priest with the bulbous nose suddenly looked surprised and suspicious, as if he had thought of something.

The man looked up at Fang Shu and blurted out, "You are—"

Before he could finish speaking, the other party abruptly changed their question, "Where did you buy this from? This stuff is certainly fresh."

The old Daoist priest stammered as he spoke.

However, Fang Shu smiled and shook his head, saying, "Fellow Daoist, you must be ashamed. This item was not something I purchased. On my way here, I unfortunately encountered a beast and killed it without thinking."

Unfortunately, all that remained were the severed tail and some remnants of the opponent's Essence Blood and soul; the rest of the body had fallen into the hands of others.

As soon as he finished speaking, another talisman flew out of his hand.

The talisman emanated a purplish-black aura, faintly transforming into a fragmented dragon shape, which hovered uncertainly on the talisman.

It contains a portion of the remnant soul of the True Dragon Zigong.

A bottle of True Dragon Essence Blood, a True Dragon tail, and a remnant soul of a True Dragon —these three items were placed before the old Daoist priest with the bulbous nose, making his eyes light up even more.

Seeing that Fang Shu laughed heartily and said bluntly, "I've long heard that Immortal cultivator from the Western Continent slew a wicked dragon in the Shattered Star Sea Market. I never imagined that I would have the honor of meeting such a heroic figure as you today."

Judging from his words, the old Daoist priest with the bulbous nose in front of him must indeed be as Rumor Pavilion said, having a deep-seated blood feud with the Western Sea Dragon Clan in the past. Otherwise, he wouldn't have recognized Fang Shu's identity and instead of being surprised, he would have been delighted and called him "hero."

"Quickly!" the old Daoist priest with the bulbous nose continued, "Tell me, how exactly did you kill that wicked dragon? Did it cry out for its parents before it died?"

Fang Shu slightly raised his eyebrows.

Judging from the other party's tone, they seemed quite eager for him to give a proper account of the True Dragon Zigong's "crying and begging for its parents" behavior, or at least to explain it in detail.

Since it was just a matter of talking and wouldn't cost even half a Spirit Stone, Fang Shu went along with it and explained it to the old Daoist priest in front of him.

He also mixed in some true and false stories he had read during the narration, making the slaughter process quite dramatic and showing the grandeur of his own Profound Teaching True Disciple.

However, to Fang Shu's slight "disappointment," when he revealed his identity Profound Teaching True Disciple priest with the bulbous nose in front of him simply nodded and did not seem to care much.

What this fellow really wanted to hear was about how Fang Shu had concocted the True Dragon Zigong and, incidentally, wiped out its accompanying demon servants.

Upon hearing that Fang Shu had indeed left no survivors, only a few black snakes, the old Daoist with the bulbous nose immediately clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Good! How satisfying!"

The old Daoist priest could no longer contain his excitement. He rose from the prayer mat, put his hands behind his back, and paced around the room, repeatedly muttering...

"They should all be wiped out in one fell swoop. What I despise most are those who know full well that demons are causing trouble, eating people and rebelling against their superiors, yet still can't bear to do it and leave them a way out."

The man repeatedly shouted, "Well done! Well done!"

Seeing that the other party was showing signs of becoming somewhat agitated, Fang Shu immediately pointed to the three True Dragon artifacts in his hand. "Since they dare to eat people for pleasure, then we can certainly eat them too. I've heard that you are most skilled in the Blood and Flesh Pill Technique, so I request your help to refine them into Great Elixir to aid my cultivation!"

Upon hearing this, the man with the red nose slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "Well said! These beasts dare to eat us, so we should certainly feast on them properly. Sit down, and I'll refine a batch of Great Elixir for you right now. You won't have come all this way for nothing."

The Fang Shu bowed to Fang Shu and then shouted towards the outside, "You little brat, quickly bring over my stash of goods!"

After calling out a few times and seeing no response from outside, the old Daoist slapped his forehead, quickly dispelled the formation, and called out again.

The moment the Fang Shu was activated, Fang Shu's body swayed, and he transformed back into the form of the Scarlet True Flying Centipede.

Upon hearing the noise, the young Daoist priest in the courtyard hurriedly ran into the house.

The young man glanced at Fang Shu several times, his eyes filled with strange expressions, before finally stepping back and fetching one after another medicinal herb with a strong Blood Qi. Among them were ginseng, deer antler, and tiger penis, mostly herbs that grow on land.

The Fang Shu, "These kinds of sea creatures are aquatic, so using land-based ingredients as a blend in medicine washes away their slippery smell, making them perfect."

Upon hearing this, Fang Shu adopted a humble and respectful demeanor, and immediately asked the other party how many Spirit Stones were needed to prepare these medicines.

Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head, turned his back, and slipped into the alchemy room inside the house.

The other party simply left a message: "If you're so inclined, come and help me with the fire. That little brat is diligent, but his cultivation is only at the Refining Qi stage; his legs are too thin even for running errands."

Upon hearing this, Fang Shu couldn't help but raise his eyes and glance at the young Daoist priest again.

When he first entered the sect, he couldn't sense any Qi Refining Qi level from the boy. At most, he could sense that the boy's Qi and Blood were pure, indicating that he had entered the Refining Essence Immortal realm.

Unexpectedly, this child was already Refining Qi cultivator. Considering his age of twelve or thirteen, his aptitude and foundation were likely quite remarkable.

"That is my wish, but I dare not ask," Fang Shu replied to the old Daoist priest with the bulbous nose.

Fang Shu hadn't expected that asking someone to refine pills would go so smoothly, and that he would even be able to observe the other person's pill-refining techniques up close.

So he gladly followed the old Daoist priest with the bulbous nose into the alchemy room.

Within a few days, radiant light burst forth from the alchemy chamber, accompanied by the roars of dragons and tigers, as if someone were Golden Core elixir.

Fang Shu felt his body stirring as soon as he sat cross-legged in front of the Pill Furnace, as if new Core Qi was about to be generated.

His eyes were bright.

He's truly come to the right place! With this elixir, his cultivation speed will greatly increase!