Mortal Alchemy

Baisha Market.

In an elegant room of a teahouse.

"I'm going to Fuguang Market to take office."

"Fellow Daoist Guo, you can prepare the corresponding supplies to open a shop in Fuguang Market."

Chen Ping took a sip of tea and waited for Madam Guo's answer.

Madam Guo looked conflicted and bit her silver teeth: "No problem."

As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, she could only guard a counter in the Wanbao Pavilion Market.

Chen Ping, on the other hand, could directly manage a market, even a backward and undeveloped market, which had a lot of room for manipulation and was very lucrative.

Although the Guo family had Chen Ping's care in opening a shop in a distant market, there were also many dangers.

But in order to get the pills Chen Ping refined later, she had to get the Guo family on Chen Ping's pirate ship.

Chen Ping nodded and took out a bottle of hundred-year-old Peiyuan Pills:

"This bottle of pills is a gift from Chen to Fellow Daoist."

Then Chen Ping walked out of the elegant room, and Meng Huang'er was waiting outside the door.

Chen Ping summoned the White Jade Flying Boat:

"Senior Sister Meng, let's go."

Chen Ping had long planned to take Meng Huang'er with him to Fuguang Market.

Meng Huang'er said, "Junior Brother, let me control the flying magic weapon."

Mu Luofei came forward and asked for her from the Mu family, but she still held a position in the Deacon Hall, but she didn't have to submit tasks regularly, so she was considered to have regained her freedom and followed Chen Ping, a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Now, she has adjusted her mentality.

Chen Ping was stunned for a moment and said, "Okay, Senior Sister Meng, you can hang the mark of the Dongxuan Sect on the flying boat to avoid a lot of trouble."

Then Chen Ping entered the elegant room on the flying boat and began to refine spiritual weapons and pill furnaces.

Inside the elegant room, there was still a faint fragrance belonging to Zhou Ying.

If Chen Ping guessed correctly, this flying boat was Zhou Ying's previous mount, and Madam Guo brought it to compensate Chen Ping.

Before leaving the Dongxuan Sect, Mu Luofei handed over the second-order pill furnace she bought privately to Chen Ping.

After spending a few days refining the pill furnace, Chen Ping introduced the Cold Ice Nether Fire into the second-order pill furnace, started the fire, and first refined a furnace of Body Tempering Pills to test the waters:

"Well, with a second-order pill furnace, and with the Foundation Establishment divine sense, this Body Tempering Pill will no longer fail."

There are still a lot of demon bones and blood of the Blood Horn Red Bull in his space ring. He collected a total of three thousand from Fang Xing and the others that year. So many years have passed, because his pill refining efficiency is low, he has not used them all yet.

He can earn forty spirit stones for a bottle of Body Tempering Pills, but for Chen Ping at the moment, this little profit is too little.

Chen Ping began to refine first-order Facial Pills again.

Even if it was the first time refining, Chen Ping refined it perfectly.

Opening the pill furnace, the fragrance belonging to the Facial Pill spread out, which made Chen Ping feel very good:

"Not bad, not bad..."

The cost of a furnace of first-order Facial Pills is as high as five hundred spirit stones, but a furnace of ten pills can sell for five thousand spirit stones!

Refining first-order pills with second-order cultivation is easy.

How profitable is a wild second-order alchemist?

It is no wonder that the major sects tightly guard the inheritance of the Immortal Dao Hundred Arts. If you take my Hundred Arts inheritance, you have to work for me to earn spirit stones.

"With Body Tempering Pills and Facial Pills, I can stabilize the Guo family and let Senior Sister Luofei open up the situation..."

"At the same time, I can also use these two kinds of pills to support Fuguang Market and gather the popularity of Fuguang Market first."

He can actually ignore it completely, but for the sake of the Three Lights Divine Water of the Dongxuan Sect, he has to manage Fuguang Market well.

This way, he can also get the contribution points of the Dongxuan Sect and complete the assessment.

He wants to refine second-order pills such as Peiyuan Pills, but he suffers from the lack of second-order materials.

The next focus is to manage Fuguang Market while searching for second-order materials.

Taking hundred-year-old Peiyuan Pills, he has almost no possibility of entering the Golden Core stage in his life.

It is no wonder that so many Foundation Establishment cultivators go to Donghuang to fight.

After refining a hundred-year-old Peiyuan Pill, Chen Ping was expressionless: "Slow, it's too slow..."

The medicinal effect of a hundred-year-old Peiyuan Pill is actually not bad, but for Chen Ping, who has an extremely deep foundation, it is not enough.

I am afraid that a hundred-year-old Peiyuan Pill is only for cultivators who build a foundation with the twelfth level of Qi Refining.

And those who cultivate above the twelfth level of Qi Refining are direct descendants, and they must have better pills in their hands.

Although Chen Ping is a direct disciple, he cannot enjoy better pills.

One is that he was forcibly accepted as a direct disciple, which makes others unhappy, and the other is that Venerable Gong Yue has been promoted to Nascent Soul for a short time.

If the sect can't be relied on, then rely on yourself.

From Dongxuan Sect to Donghuang Immortal City, it is 10,000 miles, and from Donghuang Immortal City to Fuguang Market, it is another 10,000 miles.

The White Jade Flying Boat flew for twenty days for a distance of 20,000 miles, and even so, it exhausted Meng Huang'er.

In twenty days, Chen Ping refined a lot of Peiyuan Pills, and also refined a lot of Body Tempering Pills and first-order Facial Pills.

Chen Ping walked out of the elegant room and came to the deck.

Meng Huang'er bowed to him gracefully: "Junior Brother."

Chen Ping smiled and cupped his hands: "Thank you, Senior Sister."

After saying that, several bottles of pills floated in his hand and sent them to Meng Huang'er's hand.

"Ah!" Meng Huang'er exclaimed, almost failing to catch it, and one bottle of pills even got stuck between her proud peaks.

Chen Ping: "..."

Meng Huang'er opened the pill bottle, smelled the smell, and was full of surprises:

"Facial Pill!"

Not one, but a bottle!

Her face flushed, and her delicate body trembled with excitement: "Junior Brother, can I accept it?"

Chen Ping said with a smile: "Of course, this was originally given to Senior Sister Meng."

"Let Senior Sister come with me to this remote and bitter place, how can I not feed Senior Sister you."

"There are enough Facial Pills, Senior Sister just needs to maintain her appearance and figure."

Listening to Chen Ping's tiger-wolf words, Meng Huang'er happily accepted the Facial Pills and Body Tempering Pills.

To sell pills and attract the popularity of Fuguang Market, Chen Ping certainly can't show up in person, it's easy to be noticed by the sect.

It's best to find a white glove to come forward for him, Meng Huang'er is the best choice.

Therefore, I have to tell Meng Huang'er the bottom line.

Meng Huang'er hurriedly made a heart demon oath, saying that she would never reveal Chen Ping's identity as an alchemist.

Chen Ping stood on the deck and could already see Fuguang Market.

One side faces the sea, and the other side is靠着 a huge mountain range. In the middle is a small market. Looking further away, you can see the immortal cultivation families in groups of buildings.

When the sun rises and shines on the market mountains, there will be a hazy floating light rising up, making this place like a dream and a fairyland.

Chen Ping couldn't help but sigh:

"This Fuguang Market is really in line with the scenery."

As the White Jade Flying Boat approached Fuguang Market, a sharp streamer rose into the sky.

"But Chen Ping, Uncle Chen?" The streamer dissipated, and a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life appeared in front of Chen Ping.

This man also wore a Dongxuan Sect uniform Taoist robe.

Chen Ping stood on the deck and cupped his hands: "It is Chen, who is this nephew?"

The man showed a smile and returned the salute solemnly:

"I am Mo Douguang, a disciple of the Xinfeng Patrol Angel, waiting for Uncle Chen to take office in the market and hand over the duties."