Chapter 132

"Luo Wudi actually died; was the battle that tragic?"

In the Alchemy Hall.

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

Sighing, Zeng Wen still said somewhat trance-like: "I have never experienced such a situation, not even daring to sleep soundly, always ready to fight with people at any time. During this period, it was like living in hell."

Seeing the curious Luo Chen, Zeng Wen gathered his spirits 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 Heaven-Work Spirit-Seizing Array.

Precisely because the scope is small, thousands of cultivators were crowded inside, and it was very easy to erupt into fierce conflicts because of a certain spiritual herb discovered.

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

Although Luo Erduo's realm was low, he was quite knowledgeable 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 the 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 caught in a pincer attack by a group of rogue 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.

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

Luo Erduo was quite familiar with herbs?

There is more or less my credit in this, right!

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

But they were very familiar with certain professional skills.

Especially a group of medicine apprentices, who not only had to be good at handling individual materials but also had to be well-versed in the "Hundred Herb Atlas".

This Luo Erduo, usually frivolous, didn't expect him to have really learned something.

"The Heaven-Work Spirit-Seizing Array hadn't contracted yet, right? Gang Leader Mi didn't have anything to say?"

Zeng Wen sneered, "What could he say? In the final analysis, it was the two uncles and nephews of Luo Wudi 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 ago issued rules.

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

After returning, they would see the situation for distribution and rewards.

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 the time, so he just gave a simple reprimand, killed one or two insignificant rogue cultivators, and left it at that."

"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 lips, "Big brother, it's not that serious!"

"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, "Don't talk, give me a few Essence-Gathering Pills quickly. I have to go to Tianxiang Tower to relax."

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

Taking out three top-grade Essence-Gathering Pills, Luo Chen smiled casually: "Aren't you turning over a new leaf and wanting to settle down, why are you still going to Tianxiang Tower?"

"How can the flowers at home be as fragrant as wild flowers!"

Zeng Wen happily put away the Essence-Gathering 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 hard to say if other forces have ideas. Anyway, be careful when you go in and out."

After speaking, he ran away in a flash.

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

……

Luo Chen initially had no concept of the Poshan Gang's heavy losses.

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

Six hall masters went, and a full two died.

Luo Wudi and the newly appointed Mineral Hall master Zhang Shicong.

These two didn't even have their bodies brought back.

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

Another hall master, Yang Wei, also returned seriously injured.

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 his harvest was quite rich.

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

Especially the Mineral Hall, after the array contracted and closed, without the hall master leading them, some rare ores mined instead attracted the covetousness of many rogue cultivators.

Logically speaking, the Poshan Gang is a large gang after all, with numerous cultivators.

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

But the rogue cultivators who dared to enter the mountains to fight were mostly quite capable.

Local experts, regulars of the discussion platform, and over-the-river dragons from outside.

Led by these experts, often whoever shouted "Foundation Establishment spiritual object" would get a response from everyone, and they would besiege them together.

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

In fact, it was not just the Poshan Gang.

Even the Xuanyi Society suffered heavy losses.

It was just an emerging gang, and even with the support of five major Foundation Establishment families behind it, to put it bluntly, its foundation was insufficient.

Perhaps the family disciples had decent strength, but their numbers were insufficient.

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

Later, after the beast tide erupted, during the flight, they were also robbed quite a bit by those bold rogue cultivators.

Thinking of the scene where one is walking well, and suddenly a large cluster of flying swords flies over, talismans smash down like a downpour, and traps and arrays are everywhere.

Luo Chen couldn't help but rejoice that he didn't wade into this muddy water.

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

When there's nothing to do, go to the city to stroll through shops, go to the black market to bid for some trendy special resources, and have a big beauty by your side to eat fairy beans and chat.

Practice at night, go explore in the deep mountains and forests, 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, not worth it!

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

The little brother reporting the situation spread his hands.

"I don't know!"

……

Wang Yuan had 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 realized.

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, yet he never saw Wang Yuan.

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

Wang Yuan was one of his few good friends, and a companion to whom he could entrust his back.

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

However, this worry of Luo Chen's vanished three days later.

In the dead of night, Luo Chen walked out of the Alchemy Room alone, with a happy face.

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

Proficiency also reached 【20/100】.

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

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

Amidst the prosperity, the chaos was also continuously intensifying.

Luo Chen did not like this situation, but the Blood-Burning Pills he refined were very suitable for this situation.

"Stock up on another batch, and I can take them to the black market to sell."

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

Luo Chen was calculating these things in his heart when his body suddenly stiffened.

The early summer moon, along the canyon cliffs, sprinkled its radiance obliquely into the Alchemy Hall.

A figure was sitting on the side near the shadow of the wall.

If his eyesight hadn't been good, Luo Chen almost wouldn't have discovered the other party for a while.

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

"Want a drink?"

……

Bloody!

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

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

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

So white that Luo Chen doubted whether the person opposite was Wang Yuan.

"Drink, why not drink."

"This is monkey wine I snatched from the lair of a Golden-Bright Spirit Monkey; it is quite beneficial for Qi Refining cultivation."

Looking at the spiritual wine in the cup that was crystal clear, as if melted gold, Luo Chen couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

That 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 the ninth layer of Qi Refining?"

Wang Yuan smiled lightly: "Hehe, you have a good eye!"

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

In the past, when chatting, there was never so much smile.

"Was the harvest big?"

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

As soon as these words came out, Luo Chen was shocked in his heart.

This time entering the mountains, Wang Yuan not only rose from the eighth layer of Qi Refining to the ninth layer, but even earned the cultivation resources to reach Great Perfection in Qi Refining.

How much did he harvest?

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

Luo Chen's heart jumped; what, still thinking of his brother when there are 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 eliminate.

With a higher realm, one wipe and it's gone.

With a lower realm, one can also slowly spend time wearing it down.

"Whoa, this storage bag has quite a large capacity; it must be three cubic meters!"

Luo Chen has quite a few storage bags on hand, whether it's the first one or the ones seized from those bandit cultivators later.

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

This kind of thing is marked at a very high price in the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion, often ten thousand spirit stones.

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

The truly expensive storage bags are those with large capacities.

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

"So generous!"

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

Not many, 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 already taken a sip and knew that this kind of wine was monkey wine brewed by Golden-Bright Spirit Monkeys, with extraordinary effects.

Such a pot, if taken to be sold, would fetch at least a thousand spirit stones.

As expected of 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, the Alchemy Hall was already overflowing with a mellow and beautiful fragrance that made one's heart and spirit tremble.

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