Chapter 8

"Why did the Frost Wolf pack run to the periphery recently?"

"Really unlucky, it's a pity for the two first-rank monsters we hunted; we didn't even have time to cut them and put them into the storage bag."

"Maybe it's the time for the wolf king competition in the Xiaoyue Mountains again; it is said that there was one hundreds of years ago, and many wolf packs ran to the periphery to avoid disaster."

"Forget it, forget it, let's go back to the market to rest; we've been exhausted recently."

"Well, it's good that people are fine."

A few words, with anger and the joy of surviving a disaster.

A few cultivators walked from the plain towards the center of the market, and when they passed Luo Chen's house, they paused.

Then a crisp and straightforward female voice came over.

"Fellow Daoist, it's probably not peaceful here recently; if you have the ability, move to a place closer to the inner city area!"

Luo Chen didn't reply.

If he had the ability, he would have moved long ago.

And the place closer to the inner city area is not the inner city area, so where can it be considered safe?

Those rogue cultivators live a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife, and it's too frequent to block the road in the dark.

He has seen bloodstains and corpses on the ground on the way to the city more than once.

Although this side is dangerous, in fact, the market's cultivators set up anti-monster belts on the plain every year, and low-level monsters instinctively don't come in, and stronger second-rank monsters don't dare to approach human gathering areas.

Relatively speaking, he is still safe living here for now.

And he usually appears poor, earning a few spirit stones a month to live, and not many cultivators look down on him.

"Hui Niang, why do you care about that kid?"

"Soaking in the stream and pinching mud figures in broad daylight, he's probably a newcomer who just came to Dahefang!"

"Go, go, go home."

Perhaps because they didn't hear a reply, the people outside muttered a few words and left together.

Listening to the departure of a few people, Luo Chen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Compared to monsters, he is more afraid of human cultivators.

However, what Hui Niang said also makes sense; times have changed, and if there is really any movement in the Xiaoyue Mountains, as the closest southwest area, it is really very dangerous.

"The mood is adjusted, not loose or tight, let's officially start refining pills tomorrow!"

"Must succeed this time!"

A day and a night of rest, both body and mood, are in the best state.

Dawn, after running Changchun Gong once, Luo Chen put on a gray apron and walked to the kitchen window.

A mud figure with a long beard holding a wooden knife stood there, with phoenix eyes, silkworm eyebrows, and some red painted on his cheeks.

"Guan Er Ye, bless me to succeed!"

Calm down, open the pot, add water, add firewood, use the Fireball Spell to start the fire.

First boil the auxiliary materials, then stir-fry the mineral materials, add soup and boil, then add fleeceflower root, jade yam, fire dog whip, etc. in order.

After boiling for about three hours, add the last water-type spiritual medicine, dried scallops, to harmonize yin and yang.

During the process, control the heat, sometimes high fire, sometimes low fire.

After another two hours, open the pot!

A pot of light red paste, shrunk in the pot, poked with a newly changed wooden spoon, it wobbled like jelly.

It's quite Q-elastic!

But this is still a failure.

According to the records in the pill recipe, the finished paste should be deep red, so that the Zhongmiao Pill has the maximum yang-strengthening effect.

Although it failed, Luo Chen didn't have much annoyance.

It is clear that this finished product is already very close to success.

At least it solidified well and reached a Q-elastic texture.

For cultivators, if someone is not afraid of medicine poison, eating this whole pot will also have an effect.

Of course, the sequelae will definitely be particularly large.

So Luo Chen doesn't intend to sell it, it's easy to get beaten.

After tasting a little bit, determining the gap in medicinal power, and recalling the process again, Luo Chen nodded, and then poured these medicine dregs on the other side of the small stream.

The night is still cultivation, sleep.

The next day, worship Guan Er Ye on time, and then refine pills.

Failed!

The third day, worship Guan Er Ye on time, and then refine pills.

Success!

Yes, success!

Luo Chen looked at the red pot of jelly, only feeling that the bitterness had passed and the sweetness had come, and his eyes couldn't help but get wet.

"Failed eight sets of materials, approximately losing forty spirit stones; if you deduct the forty bottles of Grain Bigu Pills that should have been refined in these eight days, it is equivalent to losing another eight spirit stones."

"Woo woo, almost lost all my family wealth."

Luo Chen hurriedly took out all the medicine paste, didn't care about the heat, cut the medicine paste into pieces with a bamboo knife, and kneaded them into round lumps with his hands.

Dry for one night, and it will be a success!

There is still one set of materials left, and he can do it once tomorrow.

Getting up the next morning, Luo Chen couldn't wait to come to the cutting board for pill making in the kitchen.

Sure enough, those ten round lumps had all shrunk to the size of a longan.

What is dried is water vapor, and what is left is the essence.

Any one of them will make a man fly!

Carefully stuffing the red little pills into the jade bottle, Luo Chen worshipped Guan Er Ye again.

"Er Ye, you have a heart; even if I transmigrated, you are blessing me. After I get rich, I will definitely build a temple for you and shape a golden body!"

After worshipping, while putting on his apron, Luo Chen clenched his fists fiercely.

"Sure enough, I am a pill refining genius, born to refine pills!"

"I will definitely be famous in the future; I've already thought of the nickname, Eastern Wasteland Pill God, the style is not worse than that Central Plains Pill Saint!"

After self-encouragement, Luo Chen became busy again.

In the smoky kitchen, a dry and happy atmosphere filled the room.

However, when the bright sunshine spilled in, what came into view was that expressionless face.

"Hehe, people have slips, horses have stumbles. The Pill Saint also exploded the furnace when refining first-rank pills when he was young."

"Must succeed next time, must succeed!"

Saying so, Luo Chen still felt pain in his heart.

This set of raw materials costs five spirit stones!

He lost everything!

"No, this only bottle of Zhongmiao Pill must be sold at a high price, otherwise the cost won't be recovered!"

Dawn.

The world seemed to be shrouded in a white gauze mist, and the millions of mountains seemed to be a giant abyss mouth, waiting for Dahefang Market.

A young man wearing a low-grade magic robe that had been washed white ran through the muddy rogue cultivator shanty area like a wind.

Some female cultivators who went out to pour urine buckets in the morning saw this scene and couldn't help but laugh and scold.

"The little guy runs fast, is there a dog chasing behind!"

Fast, indeed very fast.

Luo Chen really had some fate with martial arts; he spent just a few days to promote that "Xiaoyao You" from entry-level proficiency to the skilled level.

Not only did it provide him with an achievement point, but the speed bonus for him was doubled.

In the past, it was at most nine seconds for a hundred meters.

He now has more than a hundred meters in a few leaps.

The journey to the city that usually takes an hour and a half, running would take thirty or forty minutes!

He arrived at the city gate today in just twenty minutes!

Luo Chen hadn't experienced the effect of the Wind-Driving Formula, but he felt that Xiaoyao You was not bad, and this was only at the skilled level; there were proficiency, perfect, and Grandmaster levels behind.

There is great potential to be tapped!

When arriving at the southwest rogue cultivator area, it was not yet dawn; this time, Old Man Chen was not as early as him.

In the large area for setting up stalls, only a few people were setting up.

Luo Chen looked around and didn't take out the pills to set up first, but wandered to a street stall.

"Brother Wang, you came quite early!"

Wang Yuan glanced at him and didn't speak.

Luo Chen chuckled and didn't feel embarrassed, squatting on the ground and flipping through those books.

"Don't move the 'Five Must-Have Spells for Qi Refining Stage', it costs money."

"How much?"

"Two middle-grade spirit stones."

"Why don't you go rob someone!"

"This is what I robbed!"

"Uh, pretend I didn't say anything."

Wang Yuan, seventh level of the Qi Refining stage, was the person Luo Chen often muttered about as licking blood from the edge of a knife; he often did things like village entrance fire fights and blocking the road to rob.

Luo Chen couldn't afford to offend him, and Wang Yuan didn't look down on him, so they occasionally chatted when setting up stalls.

Oh, when Wang Yuan was down and out before, he was forced to hunt in the Guyuan Mountains, and Luo Chen lent him a few bottles of Grain Bigu Pills.

So the two actually had some origins.

"Don't move this one either, it records a sinister evil technique."

"Hey, your hands are really cheap, be careful that I rob you when you leave the inner city area!"

"Here, you can read this one as you like; if you want to buy it, I'll sell it to you for five spirit stones at half price."

There is free stuff, why buy it?

Even if you have money, you can't toss it like this!

Luo Chen excitedly picked up the "Six Regions Customs Record" and read it with relish.

This look was an hour.

Until the flow of people in the market increased, Luo Chen reluctantly put down the book.

"Brother Wang, I'll go over first, this bag of spicy beef jerky is for you, eat it when you are greedy."

Wang Yuan glared at him, "Get lost!"

Looking at the bag of beef jerky, he swallowed his saliva imperceptibly, and then clamped his butt.

Returning to the blue stone slab stall, Old Man Chen had already started to fiddle with talisman skin and talismans.

"Uncle Chen, do you know Yun Zhonghe?"