Mortal Cultivator

Wang Lu was startled. He didn't expect that this person had good eyesight. Seeing that this person was only at the perfect foundation, he casually threw a golden pill to him.

"Ah!?"

The fat cultivator was stunned and stared at the pill in his hand. When he came to his senses, he thanked him again and again, almost kneeling down.

He was just a registered disciple accepted by Shui Yun in the nearby area, but he didn't expect that he could eat a top-grade golden pill in this life. This was something he had never thought about. He was accepted as a registered disciple by Shui Yun, a Yuanying cultivator, and he only dared to hope for a medium-grade golden pill.

Wang Lu didn't care. Since Shui Yun had let this person supervise him and he could develop into a relative of the Shui family in the future, he didn't hesitate.

This kind of thing can be produced continuously in his space, and it is okay to refine a batch of pills for the Shui family in the future, so he doesn't value it very much. Now that he has the strength, he will not be afraid of others thinking about it. At least he is not afraid of the Divine Transformation cultivator now.

However, he didn't value family power as much as Shuiyun did. He cared more about himself. While he was thinking, he heard Shuiyun calling.

"Let's go, let's go to the hall that has been built on the peak."

Seeing Wang Lu and Shui Ling'er coming back, Shuiyun didn't bother to do anything else and took the two of them to fly to a high peak.

Wang Lu looked down at this area from the air, and his spiritual sense carefully scanned it, feeling the concentration of spiritual energy here. It was probably a place with a medium-grade spiritual vein.

He felt a little strange in his heart. How could such a place be like an ordinary wasteland? It was probably occupied by someone. Even if it was a place with a low-grade spiritual vein, it was probably occupied by some powerful Jindan families, not to mention the medium-grade spiritual vein here.

You should know that the Shui family in the Black Water Mountains is only a spiritual vein close to the low-grade, and even worse than the ordinary low-grade spiritual vein.

Somewhat surprised, Wang Lu carefully explored with his spiritual sense, and then he found that there was originally a natural hidden formation here, and the formation grade was not low, no less than the eighth grade.

At this moment, the formation was restricted by the formation flags and temporarily lost its effect. It was obviously Shuiyun's work.

His divine sense passed by. There were dozens of large mountains and hundreds of small mountains. Thousands of low-level cultivators were cultivating spiritual fields and building temples.

They were busy one by one. Judging from the construction level below, it was obvious that it would be completed in a few months.

They came to a mountain that was obviously the main peak. The luxurious temple was antique, but it was not made of high-level materials. It was obvious that Shuiyun's resources were not very sufficient.

Although it was not a precious material, it was quite impressive when they walked into the temple.

Shuiyun summoned some tables and chairs, and the three of them sat down simply.

"Grandson-in-law, what is your current cultivation?" Shuiyun was a little surprised. He could not feel Wang Lu's cultivation aura at all.

Wang Lu smiled. Because of his body training in the 100,000-foot sea abyss, his cultivation was very restrained. He generally did not actively reveal it. It was difficult for cultivators of the same level to see through it, not to mention that it was hidden now.

A late Nascent Soul cultivation was released, causing all the cultivators outside the pavilion to shudder. They didn't know what was happening, but felt a chill on their backs.

"Late Nascent Soul!"

Shui Yun smacked his lips. He was only at the peak of the early Nascent Soul now. This was because he had eaten the Yuqiong Luo fruit. He was not so urgent in pursuing cultivation, but was more concerned about the inheritance of his family, so he neglected cultivation and was busy with other things.

"Hahaha, good, good."

Shui Yun patted Wang Lu's palm. He was happy when he just learned that Wang Lu and Shui Ling'er had become Taoist partners, and now he could not hide his joy.

"By the way," Shui Yun patted his head, as if he remembered something, and said: "Grandson-in-law, there are several cultivator families 100,000 miles away from here. One of them has a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator. I originally wanted to invite the Ning family's cultivator to support the scene. Now that you are back, there is no need to bother."

Wang Lu nodded after listening. He didn't even take the God Transformation seriously, let alone the God Transformation.

"Also, I still have two pills here." Shuiyun took out two more pills.

"Hehe, I went out to hide as soon as I got these pills. Later, when I had nothing to do, I looked for a blessed place everywhere..."

Shuiyun laughed and told some interesting stories, but the dangers and benefits were not mentioned.

Although the two pills of concentration are precious medicines, they are also like things that attract bees and butterflies. If you are not careful, you will die. Fortunately, Shuiyun is also a cautious person and is more proficient in refining weapons and setting up formations. He did not encounter any fatal disasters. He also relied on his experience to overcome several small disasters.

Wang Lu felt warm in his hands after taking the two pills. There are many people in the cultivation world who kill their husbands and children for pills. Although it is also because Shuiyun can't use them for the time being, Wang Lu still feels a little serious to be able to hand them over to the younger generation without reservation.

Feeling the aura on the pill, it was obvious that it was a cultivator who had entered the late stage of the transformation of the spirit. Although the two pills were only of low quality, Wang Lu felt that the alchemist who refined this pill had entered the realm of a tenth-grade alchemist for thousands of years.

Based on this, he deduced from this pill that there should be one high-quality spirit-condensing pill, four medium-quality pills, and five low-quality pills in this furnace. Obviously, Shui Yun divided the five low-quality pills.

After putting away the pill, Wang Lu did not care about the quality of the pill. Although he did not have the auxiliary medicine for refining the spirit-condensing pill, he had the quality of the main material for refining the spirit-condensing pill.

After putting away the pill in his hand, Wang Lu took out a jar of spirit wine and poured a bowl for Shui Yun.

"Grandpa, drink." Wang Lu offered the wine.

Shui Yun took a sip of the bright red blood wine and smacked his lips immediately because of the spiciness.

A strong spiritual force surged into his dantian, making his whole body hot and his cultivation improved, comparable to the cultivation of elixirs, which made him a little overwhelmed.

"Tsk... what kind of wine is this, it has such a miraculous effect!" Shuiyun asked with a click of his tongue.

"This is brewed with the blood of the wild beast of the transformation spirit, which is also helpful for grandpa to improve his cultivation." Wang Lu took out an unopened jar and pushed it in front of Shuiyun.

"Wild beast of the transformation spirit?!" Shuiyun exclaimed, secretly amazed, really don't know how the two of them went outside, how they could make such a fast progress, even the transformation spirit wine can be obtained, which is something that even the transformation spirit cultivators can hardly get.

After three rounds of wine, Shuiyun took them to find their respective mountain caves. The two did not pick and choose, and chose two places close to each other to practice.

Wang Lu was thinking about the new recipe in the cave. He took out herbs one by one from the space, and the age of each herb was increased. Judging from the type of herbs, it was obviously the Shenyuan Pill, which was the pill he used to practice the Sanyuan Qingshen Technique.

He increased the lotus petals to 12 pieces, and the age of the giant ginseng reached a thousand years. The other auxiliary herbs were also a thousand years old. The final grade of the pill was 9th grade. If these herbs could only be matched with the highest grade of 9th grade, Wang Lu would be able to match the Shenyuan Pill of the tenth grade.

Taking out the pill furnace, Wang Lu spit out a ball of blood-red flame from his mouth. The furnace temperature soon reached the required temperature for alchemy. Wang Lu quickly struck while the iron was hot and put in the herbs one by one.

…

An hour later.

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"Qianyuan reverses, rise!"

A pill formula was cast, and Wang Lu opened the lid of the furnace.

Crystal clear pills fell into his palm.