Nine-Dragon Island? Yang Ming?
Cheng Xinzhan's heart shook violently.
Nine-Dragon Island was one of the immortal islands in the legendary sanctuary of the Heavenly Lord of Numinous Treasure, where many mighty beings lived and cultivated. As for Yang Ming, if Cheng Xinzhan remembered correctly, that was the secular name of the Northern Envoy among the Plague-Averting Envoys serving the Plague Emperor, an ancient god invested during the Shang-Zhou era.
This place had actually been where he once refined pills.
And the note's wording, in which he called himself a Qi refiner, also confirmed that it was from that era.
Cheng Xinzhan felt somewhat dazed, as though the distance between himself and the gods of antiquity had suddenly narrowed.
The last thing that had given Cheng Xinzhan this feeling was the Ginseng Fruit.
He glanced at the incineration furnace again. Only a shallow layer of sulfur honey-grease remained inside, clinging to the furnace's bottom and walls, not even half an inch thick. The poisonous pills within had long since been dissolved away.
He looked at the pill bottle again. A red strip was pasted onto it, bearing the words,
"Celestial Yellow Detoxification Pill."
He pulled out the stopper and poured out a pill to examine it, discovering that it was identical to the one Third Younger Sister held.
He sniffed it, greatly surprised. More than ten thousand years had passed, yet its medicinal potency remained. The bottle, however, was only an ordinary jade bottle and had long since lost its spiritual energy. Presumably, this could only be because the place was filled with sulfur fumes.
He had never seen anything in the pill manuals he had read about sulfur fumes prolonging medicinal potency. When he returned and informed his fellow disciples on Cinnabar Glow Mountain, it would surely bring smiles to