Chapter 147: Big Brother Refined in the Alchemy Furnace

"Second Brother, can you be serious? I'm talking to you about something proper."

"I am being serious."

"..."

Who exactly did you inherit such shamelessness from?

Chen Chusheng was speechless. This younger brother of his truly left people speechless; he had a lot he wanted to say, but his brother had silenced every word.

She was a dignified Elder of the Spirit Sword Sect—what kind of handsome man couldn't she meet? If she wanted handsome men, not to mention anything else, she only had to beckon and could casually find several hundred, and the kind who could cultivate at that. His little brother, honestly speaking, was a little handsome, but didn't quite reach the level of a handsome man.

Besides, are your parents aware that you're this shameless?

"Chuyang, did Elder Xinran come to you for medical treatment?" Chen Chusheng voiced his guess. Other than that, he couldn't think of any other possibility.

His little brother only had this much ability. Those pills—cough, cough—wouldn't kill anyone, but as for whether they could actually cure anyone, that was unknown.

He had tried them once, and the memory was still vivid. The side effects were truly a bit severe, the aftereffects very strong—unbearable.

What if he made Elder Xinran ill from eating them and she flew into a rage—what then?

"That's right."

"Chuyah, let it go. Don't treat her anymore. If you mess up, even though she's our little sister's master, we'll still suffer," Chen Chusheng said worriedly. "An Elder of the Spirit Sword Sect could snuff us out far too easily. If you can't cure her, don't string her along. I know you're short on spirit stones. Here, I have a little—take it for emergencies."

"If you're short on spirit stones in the future, you can tell me. There's no need to string along outsiders. Elder Xinran is not someone we can afford to offend."

If they offended Elder Xinran, not only would they suffer, but their little sister's future might also be affected.

If they truly angered Elder Xinran, their little sister might fall out of favor, and her future in the Spirit Sword Sect would be very difficult.

Chen Chusheng would not allow that situation to happen, nor would he allow his second brother to ruin their little sister's good prospects.

"Thanks, Big Brother."

Free spirit stones—no reason not to take them.

This big brother was pretty good, still knew to be generous to his younger brother.

The spirit stones weren't much, only a few hundred, and this didn't seem like something Big Brother could possess—likely he'd gone digging into Father's private stash again.

Last time Big Brother had only just handed over that many spirit stones; given his earning speed, he couldn't have accumulated them that quickly.

Since they were Father's spirit stones, Chen Chuyang naturally had no psychological burden.

"I'll remember that."

Chen Chusheng said seriously: "Chuyang, Second Brother, this matter could be big or small. You really can't keep doing this anymore, alright?"

"Okay."

He'd placate him for now. Elder Xinran had come to him herself; she believed in him, and Chen Chuyang had no choice.

This was a top-tier mobile Technique source—he'd find it a real pity to lose it.

The Hunyuan Bell needed Technique, and Chen Chuyang also needed Technique. To further comprehend the Sword Dao, this was the fastest method.

It was essentially taking a shortcut, and Chen Chuyang didn't mind, as long as he comprehended it.

Once comprehended, it was his own.

No matter what method he used to obtain it.

Having more methods for self-protection was also beneficial—at the very least, it gave Chen Chuyang a greater sense of security.

"Chuyang, it's not that Big Brother doesn't trust you, but those pills of yours, and your half-baked medical skills—really—don't treat outsiders."

"If your hands get itchy, you can come to me."

Big Brother gritted his teeth and offered himself—wasn't it just being a test subject?

He'd do it. His body could take it; his brother could study however he wanted.

"Big Brother, you're so good to me."

"I'm your big brother. If I'm not good to you, who would be?"

Since you're this good to me, as your younger brother, I naturally have to repay you properly.

Chen Chuyang took out the Alchemy Furnace and opened the lid.

He signaled with his eyes for Big Brother to jump in.

Chen Chusheng's head was full of question marks. He stared wide-eyed at Chen Chuyang, looking as if to say, What on earth are you talking about?

Chen Chuyang nodded again, gesturing for Big Brother to hurry up.

Chen Chusheng took a deep breath: "Second Brother, my good little brother, you want me to jump in?"

An Alchemy Furnace—that was an Alchemy Furnace! If I jump in, won't I be refined by the Alchemy Furnace?

It was full of flames inside. Those flames could burn him to death with the slightest touch.

Making him go into the Alchemy Furnace—wasn't that sending him to his death?

I'm letting you study pills, not letting you refine me into a pill.

"That's right, is there a problem? Big Brother, didn't you want to become stronger?"

"Fast, with no side effects, and without having to endure that disgusting Item—this is the only method I have."

Using the Alchemy Furnace to refine Big Brother was Chen Chuyang's sudden inspiration.

If the Great Sage could enter the Eight Trigrams Furnace, why couldn't his Big Brother?

By the same logic, perhaps he could pull off this feat.

"Gulp."

Chen Chusheng was terrified.

He retreated backward. However dashing he had been just now, he was equally terrified at this moment.

He was only saying it—who knew Second Brother would take it seriously?

Wasn't this taking his life?

"Cough, cough, cough. Um, Chuyang, Big Brother was just joking with you earlier. I think the Item is fine—I'll still go into the pot."

He suddenly felt that pot was not bad; he could accept it.

Chen Chuyang smiled and said, "Big brother, this isn't up to you—will you go in or not?"

On Longshe Shan, Chen Chuyang is the greatest.

What he says goes; big brother has no choice.

Since you said you would sacrifice yourself, then Chen Chuyang will let big brother sacrifice himself completely.

For his pill refining technique he would sacrifice himself; even if he did, later the Chen Clan's genealogy will surely have a page for big brother.

The heroic spirit who sacrificed himself for the Chen Clan—Chen Chusheng.

Think about it—how exciting, how joyful.

"Can I not go in? I feel I haven't reached this point."

"Hehe, big brother, you should go in; little brother I don't want to fight."

Chen Chuyang rubbed his hands, ready to strike.

Chen Chusheng understood—this time, whether he goes in or not he must go in; no matter how he resists, in the end he cannot escape.

See whether he wants to lie down and go in, or obediently go into the alchemy furnace.

There is no difference between them.

"Is it not all right if I go in? Don't move—I'll go in."

Chen Chusheng tiptoed into the alchemy furnace, still wanting to struggle: "Second brother, Chuyang, my good little brother, the best little brother in the world, you can't really refine me—I am your big brother, your closest blood relative."

"Big brother loves you."

Before refining, he wanted to awaken the second brother's little bit of familial affection and soft heart.

But what greeted him was the lid.

Directly cover it, completely sealed—big brother can't come out anymore.

The alchemy furnace activates; Chen Chuyang's summoned pill fire burns the alchemy furnace.

He forms hand seals with both hands; one after another, the seals enter the alchemy furnace, activating it.

Next, some spiritual medicines—Chen Chuyang throws them in one by one.

Smelt, remove impurities, then merge with the big brother inside.

After half an hour of smelting the spiritual medicines, Chen Chuyang feels it's about right and begins the next step.

He takes out some materials—those are good materials for his weapon forging; after thinking, he also takes out some and blends them with the spiritual medicines.

According to his plan, big brother is fine.

Inside the alchemy furnace, Chen Chusheng despairs.

Countless flames envelop him, like a sea of fire; the space inside the alchemy furnace is large—not as small as it looks from outside—inside there is another layer of mustard‑seed space, a separate space.

Flames fill the sky, plus many liquids of medicine and melted materials, scalding him so he cries out.