Upon hearing the middle-aged Cultivator's words, He Pingsheng immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Pill Poison?
The Medicinal Pills I take are all High Grade, so naturally, I don't have to worry about such things.
"No, thank you!" He Pingsheng said with a smile, "I don't take many Medicinal Pills normally, so if I ever truly get Pill Poison, I'll come to you to buy some then. After all, I'm not well-off!"
"Ah?" The middle-aged Cultivator's gaze shifted from He Pingsheng's face to the cloth bag on his back, "You... are not well-off?"
He Pingsheng abruptly pulled the backpack from his back, hugging it tightly to his chest, and said, "The Spirit Stones in this bag aren't mine; they belong to my Master. I wouldn't dare spend them recklessly!"
"Oh..." The middle-aged Cultivator nodded.
He Pingsheng put away the purchased Medicinal Pills, then asked the middle-aged Cultivator for two empty porcelain bottles, and swaggered out of Matou Mountain Market.
Three fierce-looking big men immediately followed him.
The middle-aged Cultivator shook his head and sighed, "A mere Cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refinement Stage. Now that he's been targeted by the Black Wind Three Fiends, this kid is in grave danger. Alas... he doesn't understand the principle of not flaunting wealth, so it's not anyone else's fault!"
The Black Wind Three Fiends are notorious evil Cultivators of this generation in the Dao Xuan Alliance.
It is rumored that the three of them commit all sorts of atrocities, including murder and robbery.
However, there is no concrete evidence, so the Dao Xuan Alliance cannot convict them.
All the stories are just legends.
But there is no doubt that these three people are definitely not good people.
"Brother..." After leaving Matou Mountain Market, the second brother said, "This way, hurry, hurry... catch up!"
"Go!"
Whoosh!
A paper crane soared into the sky, flying in the direction He Pingsheng disappeared into the wind and snow.
The speed of this paper crane is not constant; the higher the Cultivator's cultivation, the faster its speed.
The Black Wind Three Fiends' idea was simple: how fast can a Disciple at the fourth level of Qi Refinement Stage run?
Even if we catch up a little later, we'll eventually catch him, right?
However, they didn't.
The three of them flew anxiously in the Void Realm for half a day, but they didn't even see a ghost of He Pingsheng.
Meanwhile, He Pingsheng landed on a hillside not far from the Sect an hour later, then put away the paper crane and walked all the way towards the Outer Sect small town.
From beginning to end, he had no idea that he was being followed.
He Pingsheng did not go home directly but instead went to the Outer Gate Great Hall for a look around.
It was also time to resupply various daily necessities.
After purchasing some Spirit Rice with contribution points, He Pingsheng came to the central counter in the Great Hall.
This was a circular counter, with several Disciples sitting inside, ready to receive visitors at any time.
"Junior Brother, what can I do for you?" Seeing He Pingsheng approach, a Disciple personally stood up and asked him gently.
He Pingsheng said, "Hello, Senior Brother. I'd like to ask if Lingyao Valley is recruiting Disciples recently?"
"Lingyao Valley?" The person nodded slightly and said, "Yes, it is... Junior Brother wants to work in Lingyao Valley?"
"Are you a Wood Spiritual Root?"
"No, no, no..." He Pingsheng quickly waved his hand, saying, "I'm not a Wood Spiritual Root, and I'm not going to work in Lingyao Valley. I just want to ask Senior Brother if someone is going to Lingyao Valley, could you please help me deliver a message to Senior Brother Wang Dun in the Valley!"
"I have something urgent to discuss with him!"
He Pingsheng wasn't trying to get his three Spirit Stones back, but rather felt he needed to discuss using his Pill Furnace for Alchemy.
After all, the Pill Furnace belonged to someone else!
But the Disciple in front of him shook his head and said, "I can't. Junior Brother, don't you know? Senior Brother Wang Dun was killed by someone in a fight outside a while ago!"
"Ah?"
He Pingsheng's mouth instantly fell open, "No way... He... He... is gone?"
"He's gone!" The Disciple's face showed sadness, and he said, "Senior Brother Wang was a good person!"
He Pingsheng asked, "Who killed him?"
The Disciple looked at He Pingsheng and quickly lowered his voice, saying, "It is said to be an Inner Sect Disciple from Xiuzhu Peak. I don't know who exactly it was. Someone like Senior Brother Wang Dun, without a Sect or protection, simply dies and no one cares!"
"Alas..."
"Cultivating to Immortality, that's all there is to it!"
"By the way, what did you need Wang Dun for?" The Disciple asked again.
He Pingsheng shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Wang borrowed a few Spirit Stones from me before... Forget it, the debt is cleared with his death. Thank you, Senior Brother, for clarifying!"
He Pingsheng bowed to the Disciple and then left.
Wang Dun is dead!
Theoretically, the Pill Furnace now belonged to him.
However, He Pingsheng was not happy about acquiring the Pill Furnace; instead, he felt a profound sadness.
It's Xiuzhu Peak again, and an Inner Sect Disciple again.
In the eyes of those Inner Sect Disciples, perhaps we Outer Sect Disciples are truly worse than ants.
Killing a Hao Yun only resulted in seven days of reflection.
I wonder how many days of reflection they got for killing Wang Dun?
He Pingsheng shook the snow off himself and returned to his room.
He locked the door tightly.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, He Pingsheng frowned, his heart unable to calm down for a long time.
Could it be that vicious woman, Linglong, again?
Are the lives of Outer Sect Disciples so worthless?
Then, in the eyes of Cultivators, are the countless Mortals in this small town also like weeds?
He Pingsheng thought and thought, unable to move for a long time.
After a long while, he shook his head, casting away the messy negative emotions in his mind. With a thought of his Divine Thought, the gathering treasure basin was taken out from his Dantian.
The basin was three feet in size, and the items inside were diverse.
First and foremost, there were Spirit Stones.
He spent twenty for Medicinal Pills and fourteen for Medicinal Materials, totaling fifty-four Spirit Stones. He now had five hundred forty-six remaining.
Besides the Spirit Stones, there were four jade boxes, containing seven-leaf spirit grass, immortal bamboo shoot, Vermillion Fruit, and Spirit Apricot, respectively.
These were the raw Materials for refining the Gathering Qi Pill.
Each item had twenty portions.
In addition to these small Spiritual Plants, there were four porcelain bottles, with two bottles containing a total of twenty-four Low Grade Gathering Qi Pills.
The rest were miscellaneous items.
"Sigh..." Looking at the room full of things, He Pingsheng couldn't help but sigh, "How great it would be if I had a Storage Pouch!"
If he had a Storage Pouch, all items could be stored inside, unlike now, where whenever he needed to strengthen something with the gathering treasure basin, other items had to be taken out and placed on the ground or on the bed.
It was truly inconvenient.
But just think about it!
Even the most Elementary Storage Pouch costs over two thousand Spirit Stones.
Forget it!
He Pingsheng shook his head and threw all four types of herbs, totaling twenty portions, into the gathering treasure basin.
Strengthen them!
Over the next few days, He Pingsheng went out to inquire several more times. After confirming the fact that Wang Dun had fallen, he also threw Wang Dun's Pill Furnace into the gathering treasure basin.
Materials!
Pill Furnace!
Porcelain bottles!
Medicinal Pills!
He strengthened them one by one.
He Pingsheng wasn't idle either; he picked up the Thirty-Six Methods of Elixir Refining and studied it for several days.
These days, he only focused on the basic knowledge of Alchemy and the Pill Formula for the Gathering Qi Pill among the Thirty-Six Methods.
Because he was about to start Alchemy.
The preparations for Alchemy were not just these; he also needed wood!
Different Medicinal Pills required different types of firewood.
Even for the same Medicinal Pill, different stages of brewing and refining required different types of firewood.
Sizes and specifications also varied.
All these required quite a bit of wood.
He Pingsheng picked up his axe again and personally went up the mountain to chop firewood.