Chapter 132

"Luo Wudi is actually dead; was the battle that tragic?"

In the Alchemy Hall.

Luo Chen and Zeng Wen sat opposite each other, looking at the other's exhausted state, he couldn't help but ask.

Sighing, Zeng Wen said in a daze: "I have never experienced such a situation; I didn't even dare to sleep soundly, always ready to fight with people at any time. This period of time was like living in hell."

Seeing Luo Chen full of curiosity, Zeng Wen cheered up slightly to introduce the situation at that time.

The scope of the Golden Core ruins is actually not large, only under the coverage of the Tiangong Spirit-Seizing Formation.

It is precisely because the scope is small that thousands of cultivators are squeezed into it, and it is very easy to break out into fierce conflicts because of a certain spiritual herb discovered.

Their three combat halls were mainly responsible for fighting, while protecting some weak cultivators in the gang such as the Medicine Hall and Mining Hall.

Although Luo Erduo's realm was low, he had quite a bit of knowledge about herbs.

He discovered a second-tier spiritual herb that looked ordinary but was actually over five hundred years old, and it was a herb very helpful for Foundation Establishment.

But that herb was on the territory of the Xuanyi Society at that time.

So he contacted his uncle Luo Wudi, and the two took advantage of the night to sneak in and pick it.

However, they were discovered by the Xuanyi Society cultivators left on that territory.

A battle was inevitable.

Luo Erduo died on the spot, and Luo Wudi fled with the second-tier spiritual herb.

The pity is that before he could escape back to the Poshan Gang camp, he was attacked head-on by a group of loose cultivators and Xuanyi Society cultivators.

A second-tier spiritual herb that helps with Foundation Establishment!

Who wouldn't be jealous!

On the spot, Luo Wudi was besieged by everyone and blasted to pieces alive.

Hearing the ins and outs of the matter, Luo Chen was actually a bit incredulous.

Luo Erduo is quite familiar with herbs?

In this, more or less, I also have some credit!

Under his leadership this year, the internal affairs cultivators of the Alchemy Hall didn't learn much alchemy.

But some professional skills were very familiar to everyone.

Especially a group of medicine apprentices, who not only have to be good at handling a single material but also have to read the "Hundred Herb Atlas" thoroughly.

This Luo Erduo, usually cynical, didn't expect him to really learn something.

"The Tiangong Spirit-Seizing Formation hadn't contracted yet, right? Gang Leader Mi didn't have any explanation?"

Zeng Wen sneered, "What explanation could there be? In the end, it was Luo Wudi and his nephew who wanted to swallow the second-tier spiritual herb alone, so they went to pick it secretly."

Regarding the struggle for the ruins, Mi Shuhua had long issued rules.

The Poshan Gang acts in a group, and any harvest can keep thirty percent, while the remaining seventy percent must be handed over to the gang.

After returning, they will distribute and reward based on the situation.

No need to think, once the second-tier spiritual herb was handed over, it would likely have nothing to do with Luo Wudi.

"Old Man Mi's heart wasn't on these spiritual herbs at that time, so he just gave a simple reprimand, killed one or two insignificant loose cultivators, and finished it hastily."

"Forget it, why talk about this; if I say it a few more times, I'll have nightmares for the rest of my life."

Luo Chen curled his lip, "Brother, it's not that bad!"

"Pfft, you haven't experienced the scene where you open and close your eyes to magic tools bombarding each other, so of course you can't understand my mood."

Zeng Wen smacked his lips and reached out his hand, "Stop talking, hurry up and give me a few Zhongmiao Pills. I have to go to Tianxiang Tower to relax."

It was just a few Zhongmiao Pills, so Luo Chen didn't take it to heart.

Taking out three top-grade Zhongmiao Pills, Luo Chen laughed casually: "Aren't you reforming and wanting to start a family, why are you still going to Tianxiang Tower?"

"How can the wild flowers not be more fragrant than the home flowers!"

Zeng Wen happily put away the Zhongmiao Pills and was about to leave.

As he stepped away, he paused and looked back: "Be careful recently; our gang lost a lot of manpower in the mountains, and it's not guaranteed that other forces don't have ideas. Anyway, you should be careful when you go out and come in."

After speaking, he ran away in a flash.

Luo Chen was left sitting in place, rubbing his chin, lost in thought.

The Poshan Gang's loss was great; Luo Chen initially had no concept of it.

But as the cultivators of the gang returned one after another in the following days, he realized the extent of the loss.

Six hall masters went, and two died.

Luo Wudi and the newly appointed Zhang Shicong of the Mining Hall.

The bodies of these two were not even brought back.

Among the three major combat halls, except for Zeng Wen who brought back most of his subordinates, the hall where Luo Wudi was almost wiped out.

Another hall master, Yang Wei, also returned with serious injuries.

His subordinates also lost more than half.

On the contrary, the Beast Hall Master Ke Yulin, who was a lone wolf, returned intact, and it is said that the harvest was quite rich.

In addition, the Medicine Hall and Mining Hall cultivators involved in entering the mountain also lost more than half.

Especially the Mining Hall, after the formation contracted and closed, without the Hall Master leading, some strange ores mined originally attracted the covetousness of many loose cultivators.

It stands to reason that the Poshan Gang is a large gang with a large number of cultivators.

Huddling together, ordinary people wouldn't dare to provoke them.

But the loose cultivators who dared to enter the mountain to fight this time were mostly very capable.

Local experts, regulars of the Dao Discussion Platform, and powerful outsiders.

Under the leadership of these experts, often when someone shouted "Foundation Establishment spiritual object," everyone would respond and besiege them.

The Mining Hall, which had many people, became the target of public criticism.

In fact, it was not just the Poshan Gang.

Even the Xuanyi Society suffered heavy losses.

It was just a newly emerged gang, even with the support of the five major Foundation Establishment families behind it, but to put it bluntly, the foundation was insufficient.

Perhaps the family disciples had good strength, but the quantity was insufficient.

After clashing head-on with the Poshan Gang a few times, they retreated a bit.

Later, after the beast tide broke out, during the escape, they were also robbed by those daring loose cultivators.

Thinking of the scene where you were walking well, suddenly a large group of flying swords flew over, talismans smashed down like a sky full of rain, and traps and formations were everywhere.

Luo Chen felt fortunate that he didn't go to wade into this muddy water.

How good it is to stay at home and practice alchemy!

Go shopping in the city when you have nothing to do, go to the black market to bid for some trendy special resources, and have a beautiful girl by your side to eat fairy beans and chat.

Practice at night, go to the deep mountains and forests to explore, and breathe fresh air.

This is the normal cultivation life!

Unlike these cultivators, who only know how to fight and kill all day long, without any technical content.

Hmph, disdain to do so!

"By the way, where is my Brother Wang?"

The little brother reporting the situation spread his hands.

"I don't know!"

Wang Yuan has disappeared.

When the Poshan Gang cultivators returned to the market one by one with expressions of disappointment, sadness, fear, or excitement, happiness, and agitation, Luo Chen suddenly discovered.

Wang Yuan still hadn't returned.

He knew very well that the Jiao Hall also participated in the struggle for the ruins.

But those Jiao Hall cultivators also returned in twos and threes, but they never saw Wang Yuan.

Unaccountably, Luo Chen had a trace of worry in his heart.

Wang Yuan was one of his few good friends, and a companion who could entrust his back to the other party.

If something happened to the other party, not only would he feel bad, but his momentum of moving upward in the Poshan Gang would inevitably suffer a huge blow.

However, this worry of Luo Chen dissipated three days later.

In the dead of night, Luo Chen walked out of the alchemy room alone, with joy on his face.

After several failures, another batch of Blood-Burning Pills was successful.

The proficiency also reached [20/100].

Now that so many cultivators have suddenly returned to Dahe Market, these survivors all have some gains in their hands.

For a time, Dahe Market not only did not weaken but presented a morbid prosperity.

Under the prosperity, chaos is also constantly intensifying.

Luo Chen doesn't like this situation, but the Blood-Burning Pills he refined are very suitable for this situation.

"Hoard another batch, and then you can take it to the black market to sell."

"But this time, you can try those four small black markets."

Luo Chen calculated these things in his heart, and suddenly his body stiffened.

The bright moon of early summer, along the cliffs of the valley, sprinkled its brilliance obliquely into the Alchemy Hall.

A figure was sitting in the shadow near the wall.

If it weren't for his good eyesight, Luo Chen almost didn't notice the other party for a while.

Seeing Luo Chen, the figure raised the wine gourd in his hand.

"Have a drink?"

Bloody!

Just sitting opposite, Luo Chen smelled an extremely rich bloody smell, as if the person opposite was not a human, but a bloodthirsty beast.

Facing those eyes full of vicissitudes, Luo Chen examined the other party carefully.

He didn't see any injuries; on the contrary, the skin exposed outside became more and more crystal clear and fair.

So white that Luo Chen doubted whether the other party was Wang Yuan.

"Drink, why don't you drink."

"This is monkey wine I snatched from the lair of a Golden-Eyed Spirit Monkey, which is quite beneficial for Qi Refining cultivation."

Luo Chen looked at the crystal-clear spiritual wine in the cup, which looked like melted gold, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

The rich spiritual energy was indeed amazing.

After drinking it in one gulp, Luo Chen only felt his whole body burning, and the spiritual power in his body felt restless and boiling.

"Brother Wang, are you at Level 9 Qi Refining?"

Wang Yuan chuckled: "Hehe, you have good eyes!"

Luo Chen discovered that Wang Yuan was in a particularly good mood today.

When chatting before, there was never so much laughter.

"Is the harvest great?"

Wang Yuan sighed: "It's okay, at least the cultivation resources to reach Qi Refining Great Perfection are not lacking."

As soon as this was said, Luo Chen couldn't help but feel shocked.

This time entering the mountain, Wang Yuan not only rose from Level 8 Qi Refining to Level 9 Qi Refining, but even earned the cultivation resources to reach Qi Refining Great Perfection.

How much did he harvest?

"Coming here tonight is because there are some things I want to give you."

Luo Chen's heart jumped, what, still thinking of his brother with good things?

A storage bag was pushed directly in front of Luo Chen.

Luo Chen took the storage bag with half-belief; there was no spiritual imprint on it, it should have been eliminated by Wang Yuan.

Compared to the spiritual sense imprint of Foundation Establishment cultivators, the spiritual power imprint of Qi Refining cultivators is the easiest to clear.

If the realm is a little higher, it will be wiped off.

If the realm is lower, it can also be slowly worn away over time.

"Whoa, the capacity of this storage bag is quite large, it must be three cubic meters!"

Luo Chen doesn't have many storage bags on hand, whether it's the first one or the ones captured from those robbery cultivators later.

But they are basically the most basic storage bags with a capacity of one cubic meter.

This kind of thing is marked at a very high price by the Wanbao Building, often ten thousand spirit stones.

But in the black market, as long as you are not afraid of trouble, you can buy it for a thousand or eight hundred spirit stones.

The truly expensive storage bags are those with large capacities.

"If you like it, then this storage bag is also given to you." Wang Yuan said with a smile.

"So generous!"

Luo Chen played with the storage bag happily, and then took things out of it.

Not much, just a gourd, a first-tier low-grade magic tool, the Wave-Swallowing Sea-Holding Pot.

Unscrewing the gourd lid, the rich wine fragrance drifted out.

Luo Chen had just taken a sip and already knew that this kind of wine was monkey wine brewed by Golden-Eyed Spirit Monkeys, with extraordinary effects.

Such a pot, if sold, would be worth at least a thousand spirit stones.

Worthy of being my Brother Wang, extremely generous.

Luo Chen happily opened another magic tool.

But just by opening a small gap, his face changed instantly, and he immediately closed the magic tool.

Even so, a mellow and fragrant scent had already overflowed in the Alchemy Hall, a smell that made one's heart and spirit shake.

Luo Chen swallowed his saliva and whispered: "Brother Wang, you are crazy!"