Rise of Qinglian

Wang Changsheng used two fire attribute demon elixirs and a promise to successfully exchange for the ice carp beast's inner elixir.

Wang Ruyan took out a burnt black object, handed it to Han Xu, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Han, this is the gallbladder of a female ice carp beast. When lit, it will emit a strange fragrance and attract male ice carp beasts. If you don't mind, just accept it. !”

Han Xu thanked him and accepted it.

"Fellow Daoist Han, we still have important things to do. If we have time someday, we will definitely visit Lingbi Island. Bingbing, this is my uncle's kindness. Please accept it. I will visit your parents when you have time. By the way, you I have an extra brother.”

Wang Changsheng threw a storage bag to Su Bingbing and left with Wang Ruyan.

Su Bingbing took the storage bag and watched Wang Changsheng and his wife leave.

"Junior sister Han, are your uncle and auntie alchemy monks?" The other foundation-building monks looked at Su Bingbing with envy.

Su Bingbing nodded and said with a smile: "My uncle has been making elixirs for a long time. I didn't expect that my aunt also successfully made elixirs."

"It's getting late, let's go back!"

Han Xu and four other alchemy monks left with their disciples, as if they had never appeared.

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On Zizhu Island, Fairy Ziyue was talking to an old man in red robe.

"Uncle Zeng, Wang Changsheng seems to be avoiding me on purpose. I feel that he is not a spy of the Sun and Moon Palace."

"It's hard to say. Don't forget how your grandparents died. The Sun Moon Palace has always wanted to inherit the Zhenhai Sect. They destroyed the Zhenhai Sect, and the Zhenhai Sect activated the sect protection formation. The entire island sank. Five generations of us, Hua It took hundreds of years to discover the whereabouts of the Zhenhaizong ruins. Unfortunately, the restriction is too strong. Only those who practice the three major Zhenzong techniques can have a chance to open the restriction. It is a pity that we do not have the practice of "Kui Shui Zhen Jing". The last time I finally met someone, it was actually a spy from the Sun and Moon Palace, which caused the tragic deaths of your grandparents and grandparents. You must be careful this time."

The old man in red robe said at the end with a solemn expression.

"My grandson understands. If there is a chance in the future, my grandson will definitely make the Sun Moon Palace pay for it with blood."

Fairy Ziyue's beautiful eyes showed a bit of hatred, and her tone was cold.

"By the way, why hasn't Young Master Yuxu come to see you during this time? Did he see something?"

Fairy Ziyue shook her head and said: "Probably not, maybe she is busy dealing with the provocation of the Lengyan Sect! Huanglong Island has been having constant friction with the Lengyan Sect recently, and many pill-forming monks have died. I don't want to go there. Wading in troubled waters, if I didn’t want to save Huanglong’s face, I wouldn’t bother to talk to him! I’m so self-righteous.”

"Bear with it! Once Wang Changsheng's identity is found out, we can open the ban on Zhenhaizong's ruins and take out the treasures inside. We won't have to hide around."

Fairy Ziyue sighed and agreed.

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Donghuang, Wei State.

Qinglian Villa, a certain secret room.

Wang Qingqi sat cross-legged on the futon, his face looked slightly tired, and his eyes were fixed on an alchemy furnace wrapped in billowing flames.

The Wang family now has three second-level alchemists, and Wang Qingqi's alchemy level is the highest.

After a while, a strange fragrance floated out from the alchemy furnace.

Wang Qingqi fired a spell into the alchemy furnace and extinguished the flames.

There are five longan-sized green pills in the alchemy furnace, which emit a strange fragrance.

Wang Qingqi picked up a green pill, put it in his mouth, and tasted it carefully.

After a moment, an excited expression appeared on his face.

"Haha, I finally succeeded, I finally succeeded."

Over the years, he has been improving the elixirs. The elixirs in the ancient elixirs have disappeared, so he can only find substitutes and test them one by one, which requires a lot of manpower and material resources.

Wang Qingqi spent more than thirty years to improve three second-level elixir recipes. With the current batch of elixirs, there are four second-level elixir recipes.

If the Wang family had ten or eight second-level alchemists, Wang Qingqi would not have to spend so much time improving the elixir recipe. However, there was no way. The other two second-level alchemists were busy refining elixirs for the family, and their alchemy skills were not sufficient.

Forefathers planted trees for future generations to enjoy the shade. With these four second-level elixir recipes, the Wang family can refine the second-level elixirs themselves without having to purchase them from other forces.

Wang Qingqi put away the elixir and walked out with a telegraph note floating in the air.

He crushed the transmission talisman, and a hurried man's voice sounded: "Fourth uncle, something bad is going on. Something happened to my eighth uncle. Please go to my eighth uncle's residence and take a look at him!"

Wang Qingqi's face became serious. If he remembered correctly, Wang Changhuan used the earthly evil spirit to build the foundation, but could not find a spiritual object to resolve the evil spirit. He had been tortured by the evil spirit over the years, and his cultivation had stagnated.

Wang Qingkai invited the alchemist from Bailingmen, but he was still at a loss.

Wang Qingqi did not dare to neglect and left his residence in a hurry.

In a secluded courtyard, Wang Changhuan was lying on the bed, with chains locking his limbs. His skin was as thin as bones, and his expression was lax. Wang Qiuyan and many other tribesmen felt very uncomfortable when they saw this scene.

Wang Changhuan originally had decades to live, but over the years, evil spirits had tortured his body day and night. He had taken pills, but they were of no use.

It is precisely this shortcoming that evil spirits will slowly withdraw from the stage of history.

Suddenly, Wang Changhuan struggled violently, making a "hum" sound in his mouth, and his face was distorted.

"Qiu Yan, kill me quickly and give me a good time. I really can't stand it anymore. Kill me quickly."

Wang Changhuan roared loudly.

"Eighth uncle, please don't talk nonsense and be patient. Fourth uncle will be here soon. He must have a way to resolve the evil spirit of the earth."

Wang Qiuyan said with red eyes, trying hard not to cry.

"If there is a way, the earth evil spirit will not disappear from the stage of history. I have lived for a few more decades and it is worth it. You should do it quickly! I don't want to be tortured anymore."

Wang Changhuan shouted loudly that the evil spirit would torture him every two days. It felt like thousands of ants eating his heart, and like countless sharp swords thrust into his body. He really had enough.

There was a rush of footsteps, and Wang Qingqi's voice suddenly sounded: "Eighth uncle, I'm coming, just hold on."

Soon, Wang Qingqi walked in, looking anxious.

"Fourth uncle, please show your eighth uncle quickly."

Wang Qingqi quickly came to the bed and put his fingers on Wang Changhuan's wrist.

He frowned. Wang Changhuan's meridians were severely disrupted by the Earthly Evil Qi, and his internal organs were also damaged. If this continues, Wang Changhuan may not be able to survive this year.

"Eighth Uncle, please take this Qingyao Pill first to relieve the pain."

Wang Qingqi took out a yellow pill and gave it to Wang Changhuan to take.

After taking the elixir, Wang Changhuan felt much better.

"Much better, Qiu Xin stays, the others can go back! You are busy with your work, don't waste time on a useless person like me."

Wang Changhuan said weakly.

Wang Qingqi agreed and left with the others, leaving only Wang Qiuxin.