Murong Xianxian trembled all over in shock.
She felt as though she were dreaming.
How was this possible?
How could a disciple at the eleventh layer of the qi refining stage possess such a high-level magical treasure?
And fourth-grade materials?
And he was going to refine fourth-grade pills?
Her mind could barely keep up. Murong Xianxian reached down and pinched her thigh hard. It hurt.
This wasn't a dream.
Then... this fellow before her was a tiger playing the pig.
Whoosh...
Just then, a wisp of pill flame flared to life before He Pingsheng.
He began refining pills.
The Ancient Mystic Cauldron expanded to a foot in size. He then poured in some Century-Aged Immortal Brew from the Spring Rain House, simmered it for a while, and added the primary and supplementary ingredients in order.
He had no shortage of materials!
Killing True Person Capping Mountain earlier had replenished He Pingsheng's supplies considerably.
"Thank you..." Murong Xianxian said. "I haven't yet asked your name, fellow Daoist!"
He Pingsheng said, "Uh, well... I'm Dragon Hibernate!"
Better keep using his disciple's name to bluff his way through.
Just then, a streak of light landed.
Meng Zhiliang, the great nascent soul cultivator from the Divine Feather Immortal Sect, had arrived in pursuit.
"Meng Zhiliang?" Murong Xianxian shuddered!
Then she hid behind He Pingsheng.
Meng Zhiliang did not attack immediately. Instead, he swept the area with his divine sense.
Murong Xianxian was already gravely wounded. He could easily kill her if he attacked now, but beside this woman was a fellow at the eleventh layer of the qi refining stage, refining pills.
A qi refining cultivator actually possessed pill flame?
And this alchemy furnace was a supreme-grade magical treasure?
More importantly, a qi refining disciple was refining fourth-grade pills?
Everything about this situation was