Immortal Cultivation: Starting from a Pharmacy Apprentice

Chapter 308: Chapter 308: Obtaining a Treasure

Yin Zhen was like a banished immortal as he stepped through the gateway.

The rosy glow around him drove away the darkness.

As Qin Zheng drew closer, he saw Yin Zhen’s strained expression, a clear sign he was forcefully suppressing something.

He also noticed Yin Zhen’s body trembling, much like a Cultivator undergoing a physical metamorphosis from tempering their physique.

If not for him suppressing the medicinal power, he would probably look like a martial Immortal.

He was about to ask if Yin Zhen was alright, but the moment Qin Zheng saw the scene within the gateway, all such thoughts vanished from his mind.

Inside the bronze gateway was a vast, open space, comparable to the main training grounds of a sect.

Looking up, they saw a sheer cliff and a five-colored chaotic qi.

A Spiritual Spring cascaded down, forming a waterfall that swept up the five-colored qi and plunged into a giant Pill Furnace below. Beneath the furnace, unquenchable Earth Fire churned.

It was called a Pill Furnace, but it looked more like a sacrificial cauldron.

The Pill Ghost looked small before this furnace, like an attendant boy guarding it.

The spring water and five-colored qi passed through the furnace, transformed into Pills, and scattered out, only to be caught and swallowed by the Pill Ghost.

Qin Zheng’s body trembled involuntarily.

’The handiwork of a master of the ancient Alchemy Dao... It’s this magnificent?’

Everyone understood they had stumbled upon a true opportunity.

Yin Zhen suddenly let out a muffled groan, and the rosy glow around him flickered.

"There’s an invisible force in this place suppressing me."

"Even with my strength, I can’t hold back this medicinal power for much longer. We must act quickly!"

As he spoke, the Pill Qi leaking from his mouth was so substantial it formed a cloud of mist, a sight that horrified Qin Zheng.

Yin Zhen conjured a sword light and led everyone as they leaped down from the bronze gateway.

CHIII!

One disciple tried to grab onto the sword light, not expecting his fingers to be severed by it.

"Huh?"

Greatly alarmed, he plummeted to the ground below with a SPLAT.

Everyone was shocked.

"Junior Brother!"

To witness such a scene... If he were to die such a senseless death, they feared it would haunt their dreams for the rest of their lives.

The group landed on the ground, about a hundred zhang below the bronze gateway.

Looking over at the fallen junior brother, they saw him weakly reattaching his own shattered bones.

"Good thing my Cultivation Technique is unique..."

A rare look of apology appeared on Yin Zhen’s face.

"It was my lack of control..."

There was no time for more words. With Yin Zhen present in the empty plaza, even torches were unnecessary.

When the Pill Ghost saw them descend, it wrapped its eight arms around its body, tucked its head, and sat down, seemingly turning into an unmoving boulder.

The group looked to Yin Zhen, but he shook his head.

"I can’t do anything to it."

Just as he spoke, he grunted again, and a mouthful of blood surged up his throat.

"PTUI!"

Seeing the Golden Liquid on the ground, Qin Zheng’s pupils shrank.

Yin Zhen, however, simply wiped his lips.

"It’s the Pill Furnace."

"There’s an invisible, strange power around the Pill Furnace. The higher one’s cultivation, the stronger the effect."

Seeing him in this state, the others dared not delay any longer.

After searching in all directions, a sharp-eyed disciple spotted a stone platform in the middle of the waterfall.

"There’s a stone coffer up there!"

Yin Zhen and Qin Zheng exchanged a look.

"The Spiritual Spring is heavy, and the five-colored qi is oppressive. I can only hold it back for an instant."

Qin Zheng nodded solemnly.

"Rest assured, Brother Yin."

The two of them coordinated, leaping up together. Yin Zhen braced himself with both arms, his bare hands parting the waterfall and lifting a curtain in the descending Spiritual Spring.

Qin Zheng shot out a line of fire from his hand and, in that brief instant, retrieved the stone coffer.

...

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother, good news!"

Hearing An Caiwei’s cheerful voice, Bai Mo put down the medicinal herbs in his hands and opened the door.

"Oh! Junior Brother, you’re not busy?"

"One has to rest sometimes."

An Caiwei smiled and said:

"I found the Pill Books you wanted!"

A light flashed in Bai Mo’s eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

"Where are the books?"

"Right here."

An Caiwei entered the Stone Lodge and, with a shake of her sleeve, poured out a jumble of miscellaneous items.

There were bamboo slips, silk scrolls, stone carvings, and even pieces of rotten wood.

After a glance, Bai Mo already guessed what had happened.

"Senior Brother Qin Zheng and the others have come out?"

An Caiwei nodded and described the scene behind the bronze gate to Bai Mo.

"Not long after they got the items, their bodies couldn’t hold on. They died one after another and were sent back to the sect gate, where they’ve already been taken away by Daoist healers."

"Brother Yin’s medicinal power hasn’t subsided, so he left alone to go fight for some other opportunity..."

Bai Mo listened in silence, lost in thought.

’Behind the bronze gate, the ancient one had other arrangements. Could there have been another plan in motion?’

’Or perhaps they were preparing a foundation for their descendants, but it seems they failed, leaving only a living Pill Ghost behind.’

So much time had passed; such matters were long impossible to clarify. Bai Mo didn’t dwell on it.

An Caiwei carefully brought out the stone coffer and placed it on the table.

Bai Mo opened it, revealing two pieces of white jade, each the size of a palm, smooth and round.

As his fingers touched them, tiny characters floated up in his mind.

"The *Five Organ Qi Eating Method*, General Principles."

"The *Mountain and Marsh Ten Thousand Qi Pill Scripture*."

Bai Mo murmured aloud.

An Caiwei was amazed by this method of recording information, but also a little worried.

"How much information can be recorded in such a small space?"

"Is it useful?"

A smile appeared on Bai Mo’s face.

"Of course it’s useful. These two texts are the general outlines. They won’t contain every single detail, but even these few words and phrases are more than enough."

"Although a great deal of exploration will still be needed, this has already saved me an untold amount of effort."

Moreover, these two texts were related to the methods of infusing Qi Refining into alchemy, which was exactly what Bai Mo was lacking, making them all the more pleasing to him.

The Cultivators of ancient times often delved into this path. Compared to the methods circulating today, Bai Mo felt these two ancient texts were far more profound.

"Right, what about the Pills produced by the Pill Furnace inside?"

"Here."

An Caiwei took out a silk pouch filled with brownish-green Pills.

"These Pills are the Pill Ghost’s food. The senior brothers were afraid of startling it and causing trouble, so they didn’t dare take many."

"Out of curiosity, one of the senior brothers swallowed one before they left. He exploded on the spot and was blown to smithereens. Don’t you dare try it."

Bai Mo opened the pouch, took out a Pill, and examined it for a moment, discerning its origin.

"It’s not actually some incredible Pill."

"It’s a Pill often mentioned in ancient texts. If a Cultivator consumes it over a long period, it can nourish their internal organs. Paired with a special method, one could even temper their organs to be like glazed glass..."

The fact that it could be refined using just the Spiritual Spring and the five-colored qi, however, made it rather extraordinary.

An Caiwei was confused.

"It doesn’t sound like a bad Pill. Why did that senior brother explode and die?"

"It was a simple case of a weak constitution being unable to handle a potent tonic."

Bai Mo said casually, "The potential of those senior brothers’ bodies has long been squeezed dry."

"Taking this Pill rashly, it’s no surprise they died when the medicinal power ran rampant."

An Caiwei was horrified to hear this.

Then she saw Bai Mo, full of interest, begin to piece together the scattered bamboo slips and other items.

"With these things, I can probably reconstruct a corner of the ancient Alchemy Dao. Perhaps I can get a glimpse of the world as people saw it back then..."

Bai Mo spoke seriously, his expression focused.

An Caiwei cleared her throat.

"Junior Brother, cultivation is the proper path. Don’t forget, our goal is Foundation Establishment."

"I know."

Bai Mo said without looking up.

"You go find a Foundation Establishment Skill and earn another thirty thousand Spirit Stones. Then I’ll stop, go to a Spiritual Aperture to cultivate, and focus solely on Foundation Establishment."

An Caiwei was very satisfied.

"As long as you know."

With that, she turned gracefully and left.

Bai Mo had always thought she had a Foundation Establishment Skill, but he only learned from a conversation a while back that she did not.

Perhaps the An family wanted An Caiwei to walk her own path, so they hadn’t interfered with her choice of Foundation Establishment Skill.

The Xuandao Sect was so large, with high-quality items everywhere; finding a suitable one wouldn’t be difficult.

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