After a year of seclusion in the Nine Heavens Space, only more than a month had passed outside. When Ximen Changqing walked out of the cave, the family monks were still preparing.
Hunting monsters is not just a game, people will die. The more prepared you are in advance, the smaller the chance of casualties.
The three monks decided to take joint action in order to minimize casualties.
The higher-ups are discussing the specific details of the operation, while the monks below are busy preparing magical weapons, talismans, and elixirs.
"Cousin, you finally came out of seclusion, and the turkey is gone."
The girl with a delicate face walked over quickly, and then looked at Ximen Changqing in surprise: "Cousin, I haven't seen you for two months, why have you suddenly grown taller?"
This girl is Ximen Changqing’s cousin Sang Xiaoyu.
Since the Sang family suffered a catastrophe, cousin Sang Xiaoyu and grandfather Sang Laoguan moved to Qingyang Mountain to take care of the spiritual field.
During that disaster, the Sang family was almost wiped out, and the only two remaining monks, Ximen Yunshan and Sang Mulan, also died at that time.
"Oops, I'm still underage. If I stay in seclusion in the Nine Heavens Space for a year, my height will naturally increase a lot. I actually forgot about this."
Ximen Changqing looked depressed. He only thought about restraining his aura, but ignored the height issue.
There is a longevity stone in the Jiutian Space, which will not accelerate his aging, but it cannot interfere with his growth. It will naturally have no effect on adults, but he is only fifteen years old and his height has not reached its peak.
"Xiaoyu, my cousin is at the age when he is growing taller. Isn't it normal for him to grow taller?"
Ximen Changqing can only explain it this way.
"That's right, it's just half an inch taller."
Sang Xiaoyu frowned slightly, and then said with a sad face: "Cousin, the Fire Luan Chicken is missing."
"That's not good. That troublesome chicken has caused you a lot of trouble. It's stewed."
Ximen Changqing answered indifferently.
"Stewed?"
Sang Xiaoyu had a sad look on her face. She had been taking care of the Fire Luan Chicken for most of these years, and she had already developed feelings for him. Even if the Fire Luan Chicken caused trouble, she would not be angry.
"Just buy another obedient one."
"don't want."
"Why!"
Ximen Changqing has a special affection for Sang Xiaoyu. When his parents died, he was only five years old and could not remember their parents' faces for a long time. However, his grandfather always said that Sang Xiaoyu looked more and more like Sang Mulan.
After returning to the cave, Ximen Changqing took out the Fire Luan Chicken from the Nine Heavens Space with a thought.
"Sang Xiaoyu." Ximen Changqing smiled at the corner of his mouth.
"Cousin, you will make fun of me." Sang Xiaoyu glared angrily, picked up the Fire Luan Chicken and left.
Seeing Qian Ying leave his sight, Ximen Changqing was filled with emotions. His mother was probably like this at this age.
Sang Xiaoyu has three spiritual roots of fire, earth and wood, sixth grade fire spiritual root, third grade wood spiritual root, and first grade earth spiritual root. His qualifications are pretty good.
But she is an outsider after all, and her family's resources for cultivating immortals will not favor her. Now she is fourteen years old and has just broken through the third level of Qi training.
She really wanted to learn alchemy, and her spiritual roots suited her very well, but it was expensive to train an alchemist.
The Ximen family spends five to six thousand spirit stones every year and can only train one first-level mid-level alchemist and five first-level low-level alchemists.
Even these six people cannot be called alchemists, they can only be regarded as alchemy apprentices.
Only those who can refine second-level elixirs are considered true alchemists. Those who can refine third-level elixirs can be called masters of alchemy. Those who can refine fourth-level elixirs will be respected as alchemy masters.
Ximen Changqing is just a junior in the family and has never been able to help Sang Xiaoyu. But things are different now. He has decided to help Sang Xiaoyu secretly.
There are only five hundred miles between Qingyang Mountain and Qingyangfang. For the wind-chasing beast, in just half an hour, the mount of the ancestor Ximen Hidden Sword has been returned to Ximen Changqing.
There are more than fifty shops in Qingyangfang that sell elixirs, and as long as they are selling elixirs, they will definitely buy elixirs. If a shop sells two hundred elixirs, it can sell out all the elixirs.
There are two hundred elixirs, the most expensive one can only be sold for fifty spirit stones, and the cheapest one can only be sold for twenty spirit stones. These first-level and low-grade elixirs will not attract much attention.
The expensive ones sold two to three hundred plants at a time, the cheap ones sold five hundred plants at a time, and thirty shops sold fifteen hundred spiritual stones.
There are still more than 1,000 elixir trees left, and 500 of them are the cheapest Moon Grass, a necessary medicinal material for refining Bigu Pill.
These Moon Moon Grasses are prepared for Sang Xiaoyu. Ximen Changqing does not plan to learn alchemy yet. He has to learn the four arts of immortality step by step.
Refining alchemy requires an alchemy furnace. Even though Ximen Zangjian is a second-level low-grade weapon refiner, he can barely make a low-grade magic weapon. The refining furnace costs 5,000 spirit stones, which is as much as the price of a low-grade spiritual weapon.
Already.
Weapon refining is inseparable from refining technology, and it also requires knowledge of formations.
As for the alchemy furnace, talisman making and alchemy techniques are also indispensable. Mysterious runes need to be drawn on the surface of the alchemy furnace. This is the knowledge of talisman making.
When refining elixirs, if the temperature control is slightly off, a batch of elixirs will be scrapped. This not only tests the skills of the alchemist, but also tests the performance of the alchemy furnace.
No one knows better than the alchemist how to arrange the temperature control system of the alchemy furnace.
Many times, when the weapon refiner is refining the alchemy furnace, he needs the charm maker and the alchemist to come together to help.
If the cooperation is not tacit, the alchemy furnace may be dropped or scrapped.
The fifteen hundred spirit stones in his pocket are not enough to buy an alchemy furnace. The cheapest low-grade alchemy furnace costs three thousand spirit stones.
The only medium-grade alchemy furnace in the Ximen family was purchased by our ancestors at a cost of 6,000 spirit stones. There are only three low-grade alchemy furnaces.
After Ximen Changqing sold the elixir, he went to the underground fire room where his ancestor Ximen kept his sword. He came here specifically to learn how to refine weapons, as his ancestor had promised before.
"Ancestor."
"Fourth level of Qi training, not bad. Hey, I haven't seen you for a month. Why do I feel like I've grown taller again? You guys grow up really fast."
Ximen Zangjian stared at Ximen Changqing with a look of joy on his face, seemingly without thinking too much.
"Ancestor, this is...a middle-grade spiritual weapon?"
Ximen Changqing picked up a golden giant sword. The spiritual power emanating from the spiritual weapon fluctuated, and he was certain that it was not a low-grade spiritual weapon.
"Haha! It was just refined. Thanks to you, kid, I bought so much second-level ore at a low price. How could I not take the opportunity to make a breakthrough?"
Ximen Hidden Sword advanced to the second level mid-level weapon refining master. He was in a very good mood. He took out a jade slip and handed it over: "This is the basic knowledge of weapon refining. You kid should study it carefully first and come back to me in five days. Get lost."
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"Old Ancestor, this middle-grade magic weapon, the Black Iron Sword, is very good. It was given to me as a gift." Ximen Changqing took the middle-grade magic weapon and put it into his storage bag.
In the middle stage of advanced Qi training, if he continues to use low-grade magic weapons, it will be difficult to show his strength, but he feels that even high-grade magic weapons can be used easily.
"You bastard, get out of here."
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