Shaohua Mountain, Jingyue Peak.

The cold moon shines on people, and the stream is pounding.

The flowing water flows into a crescent moon lake, splashing crystal water, like stardust under the night sky, and there is a beautiful octagonal pavilion suspended on the lake, with a light gauze curtain and a gentle breeze.

At this time, there was a table of sandalwood tea in the pavilion, and two people sat opposite each other.

One of them is a middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe, with a national character face, sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, an extraordinary face, not angry and arrogant, this person is the only Yuanying ancestor in Shaohua Mountain, Dongyang Bo.

Sitting across from him was a plain woman, like a fairy from heaven, unstained with dust, incompatible with this filthy world. With a veil on her face, her head slightly bowed, her hands making tea, her eyes falling on the stars, staring at the faint water waves in the tea cup, revealing ethereal and lonely.

Dongyang Bo raised his hands and pressed them on the edge of the table, leaned forward slightly, stared at the woman opposite with blazing eyes, and his voice was low, "Miss Chenyan, you failed to break through last time, and there is no way back. Time is running out, and it's time for you to decide. ”

The tea in Chenyan's hand trembled slightly, and a heartbreaking hesitation flashed in his eyes.

Dongyang Bo turned a blind eye, his tone and expression had a hint of oppression, although it seemed to be a good temptation, "This secret method does come from the Demon Gate, but there is no good or evil in the law, it all depends on the person who uses it." Moreover, this secret method has been proven and can indeed have certain results. If Miss Morning Smoke is worried about her reputation, I assure you that I will personally handle the follow-up, absolutely clean, and will not let Miss Morning Smoke be troubled in the slightest. ”

Long.

Chenyan's eyes closed slightly, and he said softly, "Okay." ”

......

Sinking Cave.

Qin Sang's cave suddenly let out a roar of extreme pain, as if there was a vicious monster inside, who didn't know that this cry was made by Qin Sang.

At this time, he held his stomach tightly with both hands, his body had already rolled off the futon, the whole person curled up into a shrimp, rolling back and forth on the ground, the facial features on his face were extremely distorted, obviously he was in unbearable pain for ordinary people, his face was pale without a trace of blood, and the sweat on his body not only soaked his clothes, but even a large piece of the ground was wet.

The reason for this result was the Tsukidan he had just taken.

The cultivation speed that was as slow as a snail completely wore out all Qin Sang's patience, and he ruthlessly decided to take one Tsukidan to try first, anyway, he had three in his hand, in case the shit luck breakthrough was successful, he could save more than ten years or even decades of cultivation time.

Of course, taking Tsukidan can't be rash, he spent a few days adjusting his state and mood to the peak, and then put some healing elixir and other things at hand, ready for everything, carefully recalled Uncle Wen's teachings, and then cautiously took Tsukidan.

Uncle Wen reminded him that the medicinal power of the Zhuji Pill would cause the user to transform, and there would be some pain, but Qin Sang never expected that the pain would be so violent, and it was nothing more than that!

When Tsukidan first entered his abdomen, he was fine, and the feeling was not so obvious, but after the effect of the medicine completely exploded, his dantian suddenly seemed to be held fiercely, and the sea of qi was almost torn apart, and at the same time, his limbs were tortured, as if there were countless small insects gnawing at his flesh.

Under the impact of wave after wave of severe pain, Qin Sang had the illusion that his body no longer belonged to him, I don't know how long it took for this pain to gradually subside, Qin Sang trembled and crawled to the corner of the cave, touched a jade bottle that was kicked away by him, and poured the healing pill inside into his stomach, only then did he feel more comfortable.

The body was sticky, exuding a pungent smell, as if a layer of mud had rolled on, Qin Sang condensed a stream of water to wash away the stains on his body, and returned to the futon to sit up.

The realm breaks through to the eleventh layer of the Qi refining period, and the easy tendon marrow will also improve some qualifications, and there is still a part of the medicinal power remaining in the body, and the cultivation will be more profound after refining, but there is nothing to be happy about, because it is expected.

If Tsukidan can't even do this, he will live up to its great reputation.

Qin Sang was worried that he had taken this Zhuji Dan, and he hadn't even seen anything at the threshold of building a foundation, let alone broken through. It seems that even if you take another one ruthlessly, there will be no better results.

"Alas!"

There was a faint sigh in the secluded cave mansion, Qin Sang cleaned up the messy cave mansion, calmed all kinds of distracting thoughts in his heart, settled into the exercises, and seized the time to digest the medicinal power accumulated in his body, so as not to waste it.

A month later.

Qin Sang returned to Shaohua Mountain and found Uncle Wen.

"Did you take Tsukidan?"

Uncle Wen saw the change in Qin Sang's cultivation at a glance, and frowned slightly.

Qin Sang smiled bitterly and nodded, with a look of shamelessness.

"You, you're so anxious, do you really think that a spirit fruit can turn your qualifications upside down and protect you for the rest of your life? I thought you would be more solemn and calm, but I didn't expect you to be so calm. Otherwise, I will come back from the cave in the ground, and just take over the chores in my solemn hands, and be my right and left hand. ”

In Uncle Wen's opinion, after wasting the only Zhuji Dan, Qin Sang has no possibility of building a foundation, and he can settle down to do things in the sect, knowing and knowing, which is a good helper.

Qin Sang's secret path of these two spirit stones was really not in vain, but he had not given up on his cultivation path, and asked: "Uncle Wen, the disciples have always had a doubt, why is the Zhuji Dan so in demand, even our eight sects of the righteous path can't guarantee that the disciples under the sect have one by one, is it possible that the elixir of the Zhuji Dan is so rare, and the major sects have not cultivated it?"

In fact, not only Zhuji Dan, after Qin Sang left Shaohua Mountain last time, he went to the nearby Xianfang City for a walk, he couldn't cultivate before, and his net worth was meager, so he took a look at it every time.

Now after a closer look, I found that there are very few high-quality elixirs sold in the market.

The quality of the best healing pills is slightly better than those on Sun De's body.

There are even fewer Solid Peiyuan pills that are effective for cultivating more than ten layers in the Qi Refining Period, and the price is very expensive, and they can basically only be seen at auctions.

It is said that Taiyi Danzong's attainments in the Dan Dao are the best of the eight sects of the righteous path, but firstly, there are very few pills that come out, and secondly, even if there is, it is priceless and marketable, and it is not his turn.

This is also one of the reasons why Qin Sang decided to take a gamble.

Senior Uncle Wen saw through Qin Sang's intentions at a glance, "Do you want to refine the Zhuji Dan by yourself, not to mention how difficult it is to learn alchemy, just with the realm of your Qi refining period, you can't even find the main medicine of the Zhuji Dan." Not only Zhuji Dan, but also the Pagoda Peak has a lot of ancient elixir pills, all of which are dusty orbs and no one can refine them. The reason is that there is a lack of alchemy elixir, and it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice. ”

Listening to Uncle Wen's eloquent words, Qin Sang understood the reason.