Immortal Cultivation: Starting from a Pharmacy Apprentice

Chapter 306: Chapter 306: Suppression

An Caiwei found it a little hard to understand.

"Did Alchemy Cultivators of the past also study the matter of creation?"

Bai Mo gave her a strange look, as if he found the question baffling.

"Hmm..."

After a moment’s thought, Bai Mo began to speak slowly.

"Let me put it this way. You saw what happened to those people after they took my Pill."

"What if I told you I had a way to keep them alive?"

"Ah?"

Bai Mo continued, "And what if such people then cultivated a soul Secret Technique, so that their life and death were no longer tied to the withering of their physical bodies?"

"Then, I could use Poison Pill methods to put their bodies in a state of constant suffering—devouring energy, absorbing filth, and relying on generated toxins to move their limbs..."

"With their bodies at my mercy, subjected to all sorts of concoctions, what do you think they would become after several years?"

An Caiwei fell silent.

According to what he was saying, they would likely become what the world now considers abominations.

Seeing her expression, Bai Mo simply spread his hands.

"See? We can already achieve such things with our current methods."

"In the past, there were probably many strange substances we don’t know about, and the Cultivators of that era were deeply researched in the workings of qi."

"I wouldn’t be surprised at any of the things they might have created."

An Caiwei frowned.

"Why do you people research such transformations?"

Bai Mo said, "Who isn’t curious about the profound mysteries of the world? As long as it’s related to the Alchemy Dao, we are willing to try our hand at it..."

Seeing Bai Mo’s matter-of-fact expression, An Caiwei’s heart skipped a beat.

"Bai Mo, you... you don’t actually know how, do you?"

Bai Mo sighed.

"Caiwei, don’t overthink it. Carrying out such things takes a great deal of time and effort..."

"Alright, you should keep an eye on the Secret Realm. I think they’re about to come out one by one, so we need to watch closely."

"Ever since this Spiritual Aperture was rented out, I haven’t had a moment’s peace."

...

BOOM!

The tomb collapsed, sending earth, stone, and shattered bricks raining down.

The wall of fire in front of Qin Zheng disintegrated, and he was sent flying backward.

As his vision swam, he had no idea how many bruises he’d sustained or how many bones he’d fractured.

Fortunately, in his current state, he felt little pain—it was as if he’d just been bitten by many mosquitoes.

Qin Zheng’s eyes were calm. He exhaled, and the scattered sparks from the collapsed fire wall condensed into a series of fire darts, shooting into the depths of the tomb.

The light of the fire darts illuminated the mountain-like silhouette of an eight-armed figure in the darkness.

WHOOSH!

The creature swung one of its arms, unleashing a violent gale that kicked up sand and dirt from the great array.

The foremost fire darts were extinguished instantly, and the rest were snuffed out by the raging wind.

A bitter feeling rose in Qin Zheng’s heart.

’This journey has been fraught with difficulties. This is the last tomb chamber, and there’s no doubt it’s the real one.’

’We broke in through a tunnel from above, but there were no traps, not even a disorienting maze.’

’Just as we were wondering why there were no obstacles, this eight-armed monster let go of the tomb wall and dropped down.’

The brief light from the fire darts faded, and the few heavily injured sect-mates left inside could no longer be seen.

"What the hell is that thing!?"

"Eat my sword!!"

CRACK!

The sound of a weapon breaking.

Then came a few muffled thuds, followed by silence.

The disciples who couldn’t feel pain were indeed fierce. After forcibly suppressing their fear, their shock and anger actually gave them a bit more strength.

Unfortunately, it was of little use.

THUD!

Qin Zheng slammed against the tomb wall, arresting his momentum. Without a moment to think, he scrambled hand and foot back up through the hole they had made and onto the surface.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Within a few breaths, the surviving disciples also emerged, covered in dust and their faces filled with terror.

"Brother Yin is still inside!"

ROAR!

A strange, guttural roar, as if from a throat that hadn’t been used in a long time.

The ground shook. As the tomb revealed itself, the surface began to collapse.

Suddenly, a flash of golden light burst from a crack in the ground. Yin Zhen broke through the earth and leaped out, his expression grave.

The group hesitated no longer and retreated repeatedly.

"Pill Ghost!!"

Qin Zheng said through clenched teeth.

"I can’t believe things like this actually exist!"

They had seen records and murals about it in the decoy tombs they’d explored earlier.

The murals depicted an eight-armed monster piously kowtowing to a Pill Furnace, from which Pills poured out for it to consume.

"This isn’t some freak of nature born from the changes of time, but a genuine creation from the ancient past!"

They found it unbelievable. They had originally thought the records were just exaggerations by other Cultivators, but it turned out to be true.

"Can Brother Yin handle it?"

Yin Zhen remained expressionless, as if inspecting something.

A disciple spoke up.

"Are you kidding!?"

"Just the wind from its arm swing was enough to extinguish Brother Qin’s fire darts. How many people can do that?"

That fire dart technique of Qin Zheng’s was a proper fire art with a significant origin.

"We can’t escape."

Yin Zhen suddenly said.

PFFT!

Half a Longsword shot out from a crack in the ground and pierced a disciple’s skull. The immense force behind it caused his head to explode.

Everyone was horrified.

Yin Zhen stopped in his tracks.

"The Divine Techniques of the Pill Ghost mentioned in the records are also real. It has marked our qi signatures."

"I’m afraid we won’t be able to escape, even within a radius of eight hundred li..."

The faces of the group turned pale as they looked at the grayish-white figure that had burst through the ground and was now rampaging beneath it.

The mountain-like monster, propped up on its eight arms, was terrifying to behold.

No wonder no other strange creatures had spawned in the tomb. Anything that had tried to was likely wiped out by the Pill Ghost.

...

Beneath the light screen, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the disciples were in an uproar.

They had expected Qin Zheng and his group to obtain the treasure smoothly and never imagined such a complication would arise.

Some disciples from Pill Peak searched through old records and found the origin of the Pill Ghost, attracting a few other Pill Peak disciples, who were surrounded by their sect-mates, to stare intently at the light screen.

The disciple surnamed Jin, who had been kicked out of the realm, had cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He had died one step ahead of the others and been ejected from the Secret Realm. He had thought that with Yin Zhen’s help, Qin Zheng’s group had it in the bag.

Now it seemed he had been far too optimistic.

He was a little nervous and asked An Caiwei, who was beside him, in a low voice.

"Caiwei, you mentioned the Pill Ghost’s origins. Do you know how to deal with this thing?"

An Caiwei’s face was also tense.

"Before I left, I asked Bai Mo. He said that if he were to act, he could subdue it just by activating the medicinal power accumulated inside the Pill Ghost’s body over many years."

"Do Brother Qin and the others have that kind of ability?"

Naturally, they did not.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t be in such a sorry state. A team of over thirty people had lost nearly half its members in such a short time.

On the light screen, the Pill Ghost spat out a cloud of white gas. Anyone caught in it immediately staggered and fell to the ground, only to be crushed to death by the approaching monster.

"That’s the concentrated essence of Pills! It’s making them pass out!"

The Pill Peak disciples present grew impatient and finally couldn’t help but call someone over.

"Get some people! Don’t be stingy with money or Pills!"

"Since they don’t have the ability, we’ll go and take this opportunity ourselves!"

The commotion of their shouting naturally drew the attention of many.

The disciple surnamed Jin grew worried.

"Those sons of bitches! They’re trying to snatch the prize!"

An Caiwei took a light breath and waved her hand dismissively.

"Relax. Bai Mo said that if Brother Yin is willing to go all out, he can handle it."

"From what he could see, Brother Yin is a man of his word and definitely won’t hold back..."

On the light screen, the surviving disciples were each dealing with the situation in their own way.

Yin Zhen solemnly took out a brocade box.

The box opened to reveal two Pills shimmering with golden light, lying quietly inside.

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