Mortal Alchemy

"Master Ping!"

"Master Ping!"

"Mm." Chen Ping, dressed in the uniform of a menial disciple of the Sea God Sect, walked along the mine, greeted respectfully by many.

Chen Ping merely responded with a light acknowledgment.

It had been six months since he became Zhao Hu's subordinate.

During these six months, Chen Ping had thoroughly investigated the situation of this nameless island.

The island was in a state of isolation from the outside world.

Even Zhao Hu and the others were not allowed to leave easily, with living and cultivation resources delivered by designated personnel.

It seemed that the Sea God Sect was aware of its reputation in the Azure Jade Sea and dared not operate ostentatiously, fearing discovery by other forces.

"After today, the mining of that coral sunstone will be completed."

This coral sunstone vein was relatively small, yielding only about two hundred catties upon completion, worth a total of just over four thousand spirit stones.

For a Qi Refining cultivator like Zhao Hu, that was definitely a windfall.

This man was foolish and began to spend money lavishly, completely forgetting about Chen Ping.

Chen Ping was not in a hurry: "It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance. When Zhao Hu runs out of money, he will come back to me and give me important tasks."

Whether he could leave this island and go to the Shattered Star Market, this goal depended on Zhao Hu.

He had also considered whether to secretly leave this island and go to the Shattered Star Market alone, but that was not realistic. He couldn't find the direction, and without the guidance of a magic compass, he couldn't determine how far the Shattered Star Market was from him in the vast sea.

Once they discovered that he had disappeared and escaped, Zhao Hu would definitely search for his whereabouts. Would one or two days be enough for him to get far away from here?

"It's a pity to have the means to gather wealth, but not dare to display it to buy medicinal herbs."

He had also thought about whether to secretly restore his cultivation on this island, but he was overthinking it. There were no spiritual medicines that could treat his injuries at all, and the first-order medicinal herbs that Zhao Hu possessed were of no use to him.

On the surface, Chen Ping was just like a mortal, not revealing any clues to arouse suspicion.

His face was as calm as an ancient well, but his heart was a little anxious.

"Time..." It had been three years since he was seriously injured.

The battle for the Nascent Soul seed was only three years away.

And he was still in this vast sea without hope.

"Even if only the physical cultivation could be restored to the second level, I could control this island, kill all the Sea God Sect members, and keep a Qi Refining cultivator to drive the flying magic tool..."

A tiger fallen in the plains, at the end of its rope.

This was Chen Ping's situation.

Chen Ping mined the last bit of coral sunstone:

"Send this thing to Zhao Hu and test his state."

Taking advantage of the night, Chen Ping carried a bag of coral sunstone to the outside of Zhao Hu's palace.

"Creak-"

The palace door opened, and Chen Ping did not hear any lewd sounds.

A maid who used to serve Zhao Hu stood behind the door, looking at him with a cold expression.

Chen Ping handed the bag forward: "Greetings, Sister-in-law, is Master Hu in?"

The maid looked indifferent: "Master Hu is not in. Master Chen, leave the things behind and go back."

"When Master Hu returns, I will tell him."

The maid took the coral sunstone and closed the palace door, giving Chen Ping the cold shoulder.

Chen Ping had not seen Zhao Hu since the last time.

Chen Ping's expression remained unchanged, without any waves, he turned around, but his heart was filled with killing intent.

Chen Ping suppressed his emotions and went down the mountain.

Time passed bit by bit, and Chen Ping continued to be left out.

Every day was just normal eating and drinking, and in the blink of an eye, another two months had passed.

Although Chen Ping was anxious about time in his heart, he was able to restrain his temperament.

This day, Chen Ping was staying in his small wooden house when Zhao Hu's hearty voice sounded outside the door:

"Hahaha, Brother Chen, come out and have a drink with me."

A flash of coldness flashed in Chen Ping's eyes: "He's finally here."

He walked out with a faint smile on his face: "Master Hu!"

More than half a year had passed since he last saw Zhao Hu. The two maids accompanying him had not changed, but Zhao Hu was missing an ear, and his aura was even more fierce.

Zhao Hu's clothing and Taoist robe had also changed styles.

Zhao Hu placed a bottle of spirit wine in front of Chen Ping, and the two maids next to him took out bowls, chopsticks, and snacks.

After three rounds of wine, Zhao Hu said with a smile: "Brother Chen, I haven't seen you for so long, will you have any resentment in your heart?"

Chen Ping's expression remained unchanged, and he said with a smile: "Master Hu, what are you talking about? Master Hu is an immortal cultivator, and I am a mortal. I often hear people say that when immortal cultivators go into seclusion, it takes several months or years."

"It must be because Master Hu has important matters that he hasn't seen me for so long."

"If it weren't for Master Hu, I would still be digging pits now, how could I live such a leisurely life every day?"

"Hahaha." Zhao Hu laughed and said to the two maids beside him: "I said Brother Chen is a smart person."

"Brother Chen, I won't hide it from you. I did go back to the sect these past few months. Look at this outfit, I am no longer an ordinary deacon, but a grand deacon who can manage the surrounding hundred miles of islands."

Chen Ping immediately cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Congratulations to Master Hu on his promotion!"

"Don't worry, now that I have been promoted, Brother Chen, you will definitely get your benefits!" Zhao Hu laughed:

"Next, I will have to trouble Brother Chen."

He stared straight at Chen Ping, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

He wanted to verify whether what Chen Ping said last time was true.

If Chen Ping could still find valuable mineral veins and make him rich, then he would continue to call him brother and give Chen Ping some benefits.

If Chen Ping couldn't bring him any benefits, he would directly kill Chen Ping, this mortal.

Chen Ping's expression remained unchanged, and he said with a smile:

"But Master Hu, the things you promised me have not been done yet."

Zhao Hu's eyes revealed a fierce light, as if he was about to kill someone at any time:

"What does Brother Chen want?"

Chen Ping said: "I want to be an immortal cultivator like Master Hu, and I want to be surrounded by beauties!"

The fat on Zhao Hu's face trembled, and he laughed wildly:

"Interesting, how about this, Brother Chen, as long as you find another valuable ore for me, I will take you to the Shattered Star Market to enjoy yourself, buy you a pair of cauldrons, and give you a cultivation technique so you can cultivate."

If Chen Ping's ancestors were indeed cultivators, and he could collect valuable ores on the island and continuously help him make money, then it was indeed worth him spending some money to invest in Chen Ping.

Chen Ping said with a smile: "Master Hu, you won't disappear for another year and a half this time, will you?"

"Damn it, I would like to, but I can't get promoted in this short period of time." Zhao Hu sneered.

Chen Ping said: "Then I will have to trouble Master Hu next. There are no more valuable mineral veins on this island. I have already searched them all."

"I have to trouble Master Hu to take me to other islands to look around."

"No problem." Zhao Hu said with a smile:

"Brother Chen, have a good meal today, and I will take you to other islands to wander around tomorrow."