Mortal Alchemy

After an unknown amount of time.

Chen Ping's consciousness returned, and the pain from the pill toxins was gone.

Although his body was still weak, he felt better than ever before.

That feeling of not having the pain of pill toxins was wonderful!

As soon as Chen Ping opened his eyes, he saw Deacon Tang staring at him coldly: "Chen Ping, your medicine testing is over for today. You can go back to eat and rest."

"Continue testing medicine tomorrow, and you must reach the fifth level of Qi training as soon as possible."

Chen Ping's heart turned cold, and he immediately became extremely vigilant. He absolutely couldn't reveal the secret that his cultivation technique prevented pill toxins from affecting him!

So, he would pretend!

He would use his acting skills to fake the pain of pill toxins.

Deacon Tang giving him a hard time was actually helping him improve his cultivation!

A fortunate twist of fate!

Chen Ping was a little excited inside, but on the surface, he spoke weakly, stood up tremblingly, and said listlessly with a desperate voice:

"Yes, Deacon Tang..."

Deacon Tang watched Chen Ping leave with weak steps and a staggering figure, his eyes indifferent.

"In the face of death, how many people can maintain their integrity?"

Chen Ping returned to the servant yard with weak steps.

"Brother Chen..."

"Mm."

Chen Ping returned to his room in Jiazi Yard, and his original weak and desperate appearance immediately disappeared.

Replaced by a spirited look:

"Hoo~ It seems I didn't reveal anything. It's better to pretend like this in the future."

Chen Ping had the live-in servant bring his dinner to his room. He wasn't feeling well and wouldn't go down to eat.

Once he bowed his head and became a live-in servant of the Mu family, he would become a servant forever, with no freedom to pursue immortality.

The live-in servant quickly brought the dinner in. After Chen Ping ate dinner, he began to circulate his cultivation technique again.

More and more pill toxin and stagnant blood were expelled from Chen Ping's body through vomiting and bowel movements.

But his eyes were no longer cloudy, numb, and dull, but full of vitality and brightness.

Chen Ping was extremely excited: "The cultivation technique left by the ancestor is too good!"

Like a drowning person finally breathing, the feeling of being able to breathe was wonderful.

Chen Ping shed tears of excitement: "Mother..."

If his mother hadn't given him the inherited small bead, he might never have had a chance to succeed in this life and would have died in the endless pain of being a medicine testing servant.

Then Chen Ping began to think: "Qi Gathering Pill, one pill increases cultivation by one day?"

"Then is there a pill that increases cultivation by one month, or one year?"

Chen Ping knew that among the pills that Qi training cultivators could take, there were more expensive Yuan Qi Pills above the Qi Gathering Pills.

One Yuan Qi Pill cost as much as one spirit stone!

A bottle costs ten spirit stones!

Chen Ping's mouth was a little dry. If one pill increased cultivation by one month.

Then wouldn't he have hope of establishing his foundation?

But he didn't have a penny.

To plot this matter, he had to first enter the Pill Hall, become an alchemy apprentice, and have access to alchemy resources.

Chen Ping took a deep breath:

"Don't be impatient..."

Chen Ping clenched his fists, then lay on the bed, and a strong feeling of sleepiness came over him.

It had been five or six years since Chen Ping had slept normally for the first time.

In the past, he had pill toxins in his body, and he forced himself to sleep.

No one knew how he had survived that torment and pain.

Life, finally, had a glimmer of dawn.

Another day arrived.

Chen Ping woke up refreshed.

He walked out of the house, the sun shone on his body, and his body felt warm.

For the first time, he had the feeling that 'daytime is really good'.

Then he took a deep breath, returned to the house, and practiced his acting in front of the mirror, keeping his face pale and weak to avoid revealing any flaws.

After a while, Chen Ping decided that for the next period of time, he would only eat one meal a day.

One meal a day wouldn't starve him to death, but it would make his energy and spirit look bad and extremely weak.

Right now, he had expelled the pill toxins, and his body needed a lot of nourishment and food to repair the loss.

But in order not to reveal any flaws, Chen Ping could only endure this weak feeling.

No matter how uncomfortable it was, it couldn't compare to the feeling of pill toxins eroding him.

He staggered, his hands and feet were weak, and he left the servant yard weakly, arriving at the small house in front of the Pill Hall.

Deacon Tang coldly handed Chen Ping a Qi Gathering Pill:

"Test the medicine."

Chen Ping squeezed out a smile from the bottom of his heart: "...Thank you, Deacon Tang."

"Hehe."

Deacon Tang was very satisfied with Chen Ping's performance.

Then he watched Chen Ping swallow the Qi Gathering Pill and refine it.

It was the first time Chen Ping had taken a pill without feeling the presence of pill toxins. This feeling was wonderful!

"...So, this is the taste of high-quality pills, fine pills."

"Without the erosion of pill toxins, I can devote myself wholeheartedly to cultivation."

During cultivation, Chen Ping's body would still tremble, but it wasn't caused by pill toxins, but because Chen Ping hadn't eaten and his body was too hungry.

This little bit of pain and discomfort was nothing.

Compared to the pain of pill toxin erosion, it was simply not worth mentioning, like drizzle.

But in Deacon Tang's eyes, Chen Ping was enduring the erosion of pill toxins.

Time passed bit by bit, and Chen Ping digested the medicinal power of this Qi Gathering Pill.

The Qi vortex expanded normally and naturally, and Chen Ping felt his strength improve a little...

"If I take Qi Gathering Pills every day, I might be able to reach the peak of the fourth level of Qi training and reach the fifth level of Qi training in half a month."

A faint sense of joy and anticipation welled up in Chen Ping's heart.

His aptitude was too poor, and his cultivation hardly progressed by just meditating.

The Great Violet Immortal Pill Scripture wasn't a cultivation technique to improve cultivation speed, but a cultivation technique to change the way pills were taken.

This meant that after Chen Ping entered the fifth level of Qi training, he would have a great demand for cultivation resources.

"One Qi Gathering Pill, one spirit stone... I don't have any money to eat..."

"If I want to break through to the fifth level of Qi training within a month, then I will have to trouble Deacon Tang to bring me a Qi Gathering Pill every day..."

As a servant disciple, the Mu family gave you cultivation techniques and provided food and accommodation, but wouldn't give you extra spirit stones.

Chen Ping had been wearing this set of servant disciple clothes for five or six years. It had long been washed white, with many old wrinkles.

After Chen Ping refined the pill, hunger made him feel a little dizzy. He stood up staggeringly, his voice hoarse and weak, and began to show off his acting skills:

"...Deacon Tang, can you please be merciful?"

"I don't want to take Qi Gathering Pills anymore. I want to take Essence Qi Pills..."

"Hehe..."

Deacon Tang's eyes flashed with cold and penetrating light: "That won't do... This is the Qi Gathering Pill that I managed to apply for you..."

"Before you break through to the fifth level of Qi training, you have to keep taking this pill."

Chen Ping's face was desperate, his eyes were desperate, and he almost cried out in a whimper, as if his emotions had collapsed:

"I... I understand..."

Then he left the small house dejectedly and蹒跚, returning to the servant yard.

And Deacon Tang, his eyes were smug: "Let's see how long you can last."

You should know that the feeling of pill toxins entering the bone is not good.

Looking at Chen Ping like this, I'm afraid he won't be able to support himself until the fifth level of Qi training, and he will die because of the backlash of pill toxins.

It's normal for a servant disciple to die.

It's normal for someone to die if they don't follow the rules of the cultivation world.