Chapter 302: One Hundred and Twenty Thousand Pills
Feeling the warmth and tenderness of Lin Feng's lips, Meng Qing's heart trembled violently. The endless coldness within her seemed to melt away with that kiss.
She had never felt this way before—so warm, so fulfilled. She wished she could stay by Lin Feng's side forever, willing to pay any price.
Lin Feng's arms tightly embraced Meng Qing, unwilling to relax for even a moment. A surge of heat rose within him, and his hands roamed over her flawlessly perfect body.
As if sensing his wandering hands, Meng Qing's body stiffened slightly, then she shifted, causing Lin Feng's hands to stop.
Their lips parted, but Lin Feng's arms still held Meng Qing, filled with tender affection. At this moment, Meng Qing, usually so cold and aloof, now had a faint blush blooming on her face, radiant and beautiful.
Just as Lin Feng was about to make a move, Meng Qing spoke: "Lin Feng, I want to hear a story."
"A story." Lin Feng's gaze flickered as he looked at her breathtaking face. How could he refuse?
"What story do you want to hear?" Lin Feng asked, staring into her watery eyes.
"The story of a fox spirit," Meng Qing said softly, leaning against Lin Feng's shoulder. Today, she had none of her usual coldness, only tenderness.
Lin Feng nodded, and a tale from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio flowed slowly from his lips—beautiful, dreamlike.
After a long while, Lin Feng finished the story, left Meng Qing's room, and closed the door behind him. His figure then vanished from her sight.
"Lin Feng!" Meng Qing murmured to herself as she watched him disappear, her voice as ethereal as a dream: "Lin Feng, forgive me. For now, I am not worthy of you. But you must wait for me."
With that, she leaned against the window, Lin Feng's image drifting through her mind. His words still echoed in her ears: You are the most important person to me.
Lin Feng certainly didn't blame Meng Qing. This ice-cold, peerless beauty was finally beginning to thaw. In his heart, there was only warmth. Meng Qing was his, wasn't she? She couldn't escape, and he wouldn't let her.
He walked straight to the alchemy room, where Old Man Huo and Old Man Chi were also present.
"Old Man Huo, I want to use the spiritual herbs you helped me gather to start refining pills," Lin Feng said directly, getting straight to the point.
Old Man Huo's gaze sharpened as he looked at Lin Feng and asked, "How many are you refining?"
"Spirit Blood Pills, Foundation Pills, Vitality Pills, and Crimson Sun Pills—I need thirty thousand of each!" Lin Feng declared solemnly, causing both Old Man Huo and Old Man Chi's hearts to tremble. Thirty thousand—what a staggering number.
"Spirit Blood Pills are top-grade spiritual pills, while the other three are mid-grade spiritual pills. These four types of pills have little effect on Mysterious Martial Realm experts, but any one of them can have a tremendous impact on those below the Sixth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm. Especially the Spirit Blood Pills—if all four are taken together, they can guarantee that anyone below the Seventh Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm will advance at least one realm, with no side effects whatsoever."
Old Man Huo looked at Lin Feng and slowly continued: "Lin Feng, thirty thousand of each pill could allow thirty thousand Spirit Martial Realm experts to advance at least one realm. You..."
Lin Feng nodded. He knew exactly what he intended to do.
"Old Man Huo, I have a legion under my command. I want to elevate their strength as a whole, to raise them all up a level."
"Elevate an entire legion's strength, raising them all up a level!"
Even though Old Man Huo and Old Man Chi's own power far surpassed the Spirit Martial Realm, they were still unsettled by Lin Feng's words. A legion of thirty thousand people, all advancing one realm simultaneously—that was terrifying.
"Refining these four types of pills is no problem, and they can be done simultaneously. Although it will affect the success rate somewhat, one hundred and twenty thousand pills will still take several full days to complete." Given Old Man Huo's alchemy skills, he had a certain success rate even with low-grade Mysterious Pills. Top-grade spiritual pills were not difficult to refine, and mid-grade spiritual pills could be mass-produced. This was not an issue.
"I can refine pills alongside him," Old Man Chi added.
Lin Feng smiled at the two of them and said, "I'm not in a hurry. I'll trouble both of you. While you're refining, I want to personally refine a batch myself, sharing the experience through the Unity of Heaven and Man state. You two can also guide me."
"Good idea. Old Man Chi and I will take turns refining. Whoever is resting will observe your pill refining and offer guidance," Old Man Huo said.
"Alright." Lin Feng was naturally happy with this arrangement. With two senior alchemists guiding him, his alchemy skills would surely improve rapidly.
Having settled the plan, the two elders and Lin Feng began refining pills without further delay.
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At the Falling Sunset Sect, the setting sun cast its glow over the palaces nestled among the mountains. The radiance of the sunset seemed to be right before their eyes, so beautiful.
But at this moment, no one in the Falling Sunset Sect had the mood to appreciate the beautiful sunset. In a vast hall, the sect leader, Gu Chunqiu, slammed his palm down, shattering the sandalwood table beside him. His entire body radiated an intensely chilling aura.
Dead. All the elites of the Falling Sunset Sect who had gone to Tianluo Ancient City had been killed. The number of their sect's experts had been reduced by more than half. This devastating disaster had directly made the Falling Sunset Sect the weakest among the major sects. At any moment, they might follow in the footsteps of the Cloud Sea Sect and be wiped out.
What was even more absurd was that the cause of this disaster was not the struggle for the Nine Heavens Azure Dragon Cauldron, but merely one person: the remnant of the Cloud Sea Sect, Lin Feng!
Wu Gang had offended Lin Feng, causing all the elders and elites of the Falling Sunset Sect who had gone to Tianluo Ancient City to be completely annihilated, not a single one left.
"Summon all the sect elders and core disciples of the Falling Sunset Sect. We march to Tianluo Ancient City!"
A bone-chilling voice emerged from Gu Chunqiu's mouth, making the hearts of the crowd tremble violently. Summon all the sect elders and core disciples—not a single one left behind.
What was Gu Chunqiu planning to do?
Some elders' eyes flickered, sharp glints shooting forth repeatedly. On the surface, Gu Chunqiu's move seemed like revenge, but in truth, there was another purpose: the Nine Heavens Azure Dragon Cauldron!
Now, with so many elders and sect disciples killed by Lin Feng and his group, the Falling Sunset Sect's decline was inevitable. To rise again, they needed external help, and the Nine Heavens Azure Dragon Cauldron was the key.
So, Gu Chunqiu was going all out. Lin Feng had to die, and the Nine Heavens Azure Dragon Cauldron had to be seized at all costs.
The sun gradually set, and night enveloped Tianluo Ancient City. Outside the city, on the yellow sand, streaks of black shadows swiftly approached the ancient city.
At the city gates of Tianluo Ancient City, many people were waiting. Seeing the distant black shadows, their gazes tightened, and they immediately went on high alert.
Now, with the battle for the Nine Heavens Azure Dragon Cauldron in Tianluo Ancient City, no one was allowed to leave. Additionally, unless a force was too powerful to stop, these people were not permitted to enter the city. The fewer competitors, the greater their own chances.
The distant black shadows were extremely swift. Many people blocked their path, shouting coldly, "Halt!"
But no one paid them any attention. In the darkness, a sinister chill seeped out.
A strange sense of coldness suddenly arose in the hearts of the crowd. Silence—those black shadows were too silent, without a single sound.
They strained their eyes, staring fixedly ahead. Finally, the black shadows gradually became clear, but the hearts of the crowd trembled violently.
Coffins. This line of black shadows was actually a neat row of coffins, eerie and terrifying.
"Stop!" many people shouted, but all they saw were chains extending from the silent coffins, incredibly fast, directly locking onto the bodies of the crowd. In an instant, a group of people vanished completely, pulled into the coffins by the black chains.
"Ah..."
Hair-raising, miserable screams rose and fell in the night. Figures were thrown out of the coffins—human figures, but they were dried corpses.
Those living people had been devoured into dried corpses in an instant.
The hearts of the people farther away trembled violently. Those who had wanted to step forward to block the way froze in place, unable to move an inch. Cold sweat continuously seeped from their backs.
How terrifying!
These black coffins streaked through the void, instantly entering Tianluo Ancient City. Only after they had completely disappeared did the crowd finally exhale a long breath of turbid air, collapsing to the ground, their hearts unable to calm for a long time.
Who were these people?