Chapter 137: Who Will Compete in a Hundred Years of Alchemy?

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

In this world, there was still someone who poured sword qi into the cauldron!

Jiang Ming, who was trembling all over, looked up and stared at Han Muye.

The sword qi in the cauldron was dense and gentle. It was much stronger than what he had cultivated.

“Young Master, y-you’re also refining pills with sword qi?”

Jiang Ming felt his heart pounding.

Sword Qi Alchemy!

This method was not unique to him. There were others like him!

This method really had a chance of success!

As a rogue cultivator, other than the basic cultivation methods and alchemy knowledge that he inherited, he had to figure out the rest himself.

All these years, he was completely wrapped up in his research on alchemy.

He would only refine snow pills in his life.

But the more this was the case, the greater the gap between his alchemy skills and his peers.

Whenever he had a novel idea and talked about it, others would say that he was dreaming.

Especially when he shared the Sword Qi Alchemy Technique with people with good sword cultivation, he was mercilessly mocked.

He was looked down upon and scolded by others. What Jiang Ming wanted was his own Dao.

But whose heart wasn’t made of flesh?

How could he not feel hurt deep down?

Looking at Han Muye, Jiang Ming was very afraid.

He was afraid that Han Muye would shake his head.

This feeling was like when he brought the pills he refined to Elder Mu and waited for him to evaluate them.

At that time, Elder Mu shook his head regretfully.

“I use sword qi to refine pills.” Han Muye’s answer was very direct and straightforward.

These words seemed to have hit Jiang Ming in the chest, making him unable to breathe.

Jiang Ming picked up the wine pot on the long table in front of him, lifted the lid, and poured it into his mouth!

Only by drinking so much could he quench the thirst in his heart!

“Satisfying!

Good wine!”

After finishing the wine at his table, he grabbed the wine pot on the table beside him and raised his head to drink.

This crazy behavior made the people around him look even more disgusted. They moved aside.

“Has Jiang Ming gone crazy from drinking again?”

“Hmph, he can even do such a crazy thing as injecting sword qi into the pill cauldron. Isn’t it a small matter to go crazy from drinking?”

As a result, these people looked at Han Muye with more displeasure.

Han Muye chuckled and shook his head, looking into the distance.

On the other side, Patriarch Mu held a wine gla.s.s and sat beside Patriarch Tao Ran.

They murmured and clinked gla.s.ses. They were both smiling and seemed to be having a pleasant conversation.

This made the alchemists who were paying attention to the Mu Family’s Patriarch a little confused.

As the Mu family’s patriarch and the host of this banquet, it was normal for him to greet Patriarch Tao Ran.

But now, it was obvious that they were really chatting happily!

That was not all!

The two of them were still at the long table. They took out a few spiritual herbs and started talking to each other.

Were they discussing alchemy?

The fire lunatic who almost burned down the Little Pill Pavilion and was chased out of Mushen City by the Mu family’s patriarch was actually discussing the Dao with him.

Such a scene really made many people unable to swallow the wine in their mouths…

“Bam—”

Putting the empty wine pot on the table, Jiang Ming looked up at Han Muye.

At this moment, wine was spilled all over his body, and his hair and beard were stuck together. He had become the crazy person Han Muye remembered.

“Young Master, do you have any pills?”

Jiang Ming reached out to Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded, placed a pill in Jiang Ming’s hand, then stood up and walked forward.

On the other side, Patriarch Tao Ran was waving at him.

Jiang Ming had a gray pill in his hand.

“Tsk, you call this refining a pill?”

Nearby, someone laughed.

That pill looked like it could be refined by all the alchemists present, right?

“It’s said that the Sword Qi Pill Refinement can purify some medicinal power. However, it’s not worth it. Wouldn’t anyone be a fool to really do it?”

Someone shook his head and looked at Jiang Ming and Han Muye mockingly.

Unorthodox.

Jiang Ming gently closed his hand.

He didn’t say anything. He just looked at Han Muye and chuckled. Then he reached out and pressed the lid of the pill furnace on the long table in front of him.

Han Muye did not take the pill furnace.

It was not that this pill furnace was not precious.

Although this pill furnace was not a spiritual weapon, it was still a treasure among ordinary artifacts. It was worth tens of thousands of spiritual rocks.

However, compared to the medicinal pill in Jiang Ming’s hand, the medicinal pill was countless times more precious.

It was vigorous and rich. Its body looked grayish-white, but it was actually extremely restrained.

The medicinal power was so pure that it was flawless. The entire pill was completely made of medicinal power.

What was even more unbelievable was that the medicinal power in this pill was pure and single, without the impurities of other powers!

This was the result of Jiang Ming’s lifelong desire to use sword qi to a.s.sist in alchemy.

Sword Qi, purify!

In Jiang Ming’s opinion, whether it was pills or pill furnaces, they could not compare to Young Master Han’s alchemy methods!

Such a pure method of alchemy was the truth of alchemy that he was pursuing!

Looking at the pill furnace in front of him, he laughed heartily. His crazy appearance made the surrounding people look at him.

…

Pa.s.sing through the crowd, Han Muye quickly walked to the front of the banquet.

“Han Muye, come and greet Patriarch Chunhui.”

When he arrived, Patriarch Tao Ran was laughing.

“Junior Han Muye greets Elder Mu.” Han Muye straightened his clothes and bowed.

The Mu family’s patriarch sized up Han Muye and chuckled. “Patriarch Tao Ran and Su Liang praised your comprehension ability in front of me. Su Liang even asked me to refine a lifespan-extending pill for you. It seems that you really have something outstanding that they like.”

Hearing Patriarch Mu’s words, Han Muye looked up at Patriarch Tao Ran and Elder Su Liang, who had already walked over slowly, and bowed slightly.

“Thank you, Patriarch, for refining the lifespan-extending pill for me.

This is a token of my appreciation. I wish you a long life.”

Han Muye flipped his palm, and a green bamboo shoot appeared in his palm.

Back then, he used his spiritual energy to stimulate the Green Spirit Bamboo Root, and it had grown into a jade-colored spiritual bamboo shoot that was half a foot long.

Using a few strange stones, he had made the jade bamboo shoot look extremely cute.

“Green Spirit Bamboo Shoot?”

The Mu family’s patriarch was overjoyed. He reached out and caught the bamboo shoot on the tray below. Then he looked at it happily.

“Speaking of which, this bamboo shoot is really spiritual after being constructed like this.”

Although the Green Spirit Bamboo was precious, an expert like the Mu family’s patriarch would not care.

However, he liked this ingenious arrangement.

Patriarch Tao Ran also grinned and chuckled.

It was rare for Han Muye’s gift to catch Old Man Mu’s eye.

“Clang—”

A jade chime sounded in the distance. It was obviously the next event of the celebration.

In the wide square, there was a designated empty s.p.a.ce.

Dozens of Mu family juniors stood there with pill furnaces in their hands.

Patriarch Mu carefully placed the tray on the long table and didn’t move. He turned around and said, “Fellow Daoist Tao Ran, we arranged for the juniors of the family to offer pills today. Let’s see if there are any outstanding juniors of our Mu family.”

“Haha, good, good.” Patriarch Tao Ran rubbed his hands and smiled.

To be invited by the Mu family’s patriarch to evaluate the younger generation of the Mu family was a rare honor for alchemy cultivators.

Han Muye turned around and saw countless white-haired, gray-haired, and white-haired alchemy cultivators staring at Patriarch Tao Ran. There seemed to be flames rising in their eyes.

Patriarch Tao Ran said that he wanted to slap their faces. He really came immediately!

Among the alchemists in the hall, only Tao Ran, a half-baked alchemist who played with swords more than alchemy, was invited to sit with him and evaluate the Mu family’s juniors.

Do any of you know the reason? Han Muye thought.

It’s to suffocate you!

“My Mu family is an alchemy family. Alchemy is the foundation. Today is the 800th birthday of the patriarch. The descendants of the Mu family will refine pills to congratulate—”

The person in the white robe with a loud voice was the first of the Mu family’s second generation, Mu Chunhui’s eldest son, Mu Lingye.

His cultivation level had already stepped into the Core Formation realm, and his alchemy skills were even more extraordinary.

The Mu family prospered not only with the help of the Mu family’s patriarch, but also with the help of many of the second generation.

As Mu Lingye spoke, spiritual flames rose from below.

Spiritual light flashed and medicinal fragrance filled the air.

This scene was really spectacular.

Han Muye felt that the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Pill Hall was really incomparable to the Mu Family.

No wonder an aristocratic family was famous in the Western Frontier for their alchemy.

Such expertise was indeed rare.

The people in the square were all juniors of the Mu family, and the medicinal pills they refined were all ninth-grade or eighth-grade.

Most of the alchemy cultivators present today were not interested.

However, the descendants of the Mu family who could appear today were all skilled. Their movements were smooth and impressive.

“Hum—”

With a soft sound, the young man standing in front was the first to form the pill.

Mu Lingye raised his hand and put two round and clear pills onto a plate. A servant caught the plate and handed it to the Mu family’s patriarch.

Patriarch Mu turned to look at Patriarch Tao Ran and nodded with a smile.

“Hehe, it’s round and smooth, and the spiritual light is uniform. This is already top-notch.”

Patriarch Tao Ran smiled and looked at the pills. “Refine a ninth-grade Benevolent Jade Pill in 15 minutes. Two pills will be produced. It’s rare.”

“Thank you, Patriarch.” After Patriarch Tao Ran finished commenting, the young man standing in front bowed with a grateful expression.

The surrounding alchemists had ugly expressions.

Is it difficult to judge a junior?

It’s just a few polite words. Who doesn’t know how?

What a free favor.

Patriarch Tao Ran sat there with a calm expression. As long as someone produced a pill, he would casually comment on it. There were praises and criticisms.

It was naturally easy for a patriarch to evaluate the eighth-grade and ninth-grade pills refined by a junior disciple.

To the younger generation of the Mu family, no matter who was sitting on the throne, as long as the Patriarch invited them to comment, they had to bow and thank him.

After the pill refinement ended, two or three of them were already remembered by everyone.

“That Mu Changlin just refined an extremely difficult eighth-grade pill, right? To be able to reach this level at such a young age, not bad.” The old man standing at the side stroked his beard and said.

“I think Mu Yusen, who was the first to refine the pill, is not bad. His technique and skills are all proficient.”

Someone glanced over and chuckled.

Today was the day the Mu family’s descendants became famous.

Those who had outstanding methods were immediately remembered by many alchemy seniors.

After two rounds of alchemy, Han Muye smiled.

Wasn’t it Mu Wan who was wearing a green robe and walking to the corner with her head lowered?

However, other than Han Muye, not many people outside the arena had their eyes on Mu Wan.

In front of the field, a calm middle-aged man in purple stood at the front.

The eldest son of the Mu family, Mu Tanzhi.

Outside the arena, countless gazes were fixed on the number one junior of the Mu family.

Whether it was Mu Ziyu beside him or the other juniors of the Mu family, they all paled in comparison to Mu Tanzhi.

There was only one person who bloomed in the field.

“I heard that the eldest young master of the Mu family has a deep understanding of alchemy. We should be able to broaden our horizons today.” A few white-haired alchemy cultivators subconsciously took a step forward.

At the head of the table, Mu Chunhui also smiled and nodded gently.

“Brother Tanzhi, what pill are you refining today?” A loud voice sounded.

Chang Ming, who was dressed in a white robe, stood not far from the square. He looked at Mu Tanzhi, his eyes shining.

“Mu Tanzhi of the Mu family and Chang Ming of the Minghua Valley. In a hundred years, it will definitely be the two of them competing in the Alchemy Dao of our Western Frontier!” Someone among the alchemy cultivators watching muttered.

A hundred years later, the two of them would compete?

Han Muye turned around and looked at Jiang Ming, who was still sitting in the corner, holding the pill furnace in his hand and looking at him.

This person had such a reputation a hundred years ago.

Jiang Ming smiled gently, picked up the wine bowl in front of him, gestured to Han Muye from afar, and then drank it in one gulp.

Han Muye shook his head and turned around, only to see Mu Wan hiding behind him, blinking slyly.