Gong Wucheng's eyes suddenly turned cold, "Are you rejecting me?"
Meng Xingyuan did not give in, and also sneered, "The palace master thinks that by opening a teleportation array to Central Continent, you can get an elixir-level elixir recipe?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the scene suddenly turned cold.
The atmosphere became tense again.
"You can't be the master, right?" Gong Wutong said coldly, "Where did you get this elixir? It doesn't look like an ancient relic, but like a 90% new elixir. You don't have to hand over the elixir recipe if you don't want to.
But I want thirty [Yuansuo Dan]!"
"Thirty pieces?!"
Meng Xingyuan frowned.
[Suoyuan Dan] is not easy to refine, and the number of completed pills is very small.
The one time he was lucky enough to succeed, he only got three coins.
Thirty pieces? How much time will it take him to refine?!
Moreover, the value of a [Yuan Locking Pill] is no less than a first-grade elixir.
The value of the elixir is, at least, upwards of a million spirit stones, and there is no market for it. You can only ask for it, not buy it.
You want a powerful elixir to refine a pot of elixir for you. Not to mention the rare and valuable raw materials, the production fee alone is quite high, and you also have to owe a favor, which is also a high price.
Thirty [Yuan Locking Pills] are equivalent to thirty first-grade elixirs. Which master is so idle that he can refine thirty of them just for you?!
Obviously, Gong Wucheng is opening his mouth to the lion!
Seeing the unhappiness on Meng Xingyuan's face, Gong Wucheng was equally indifferent.
He had his hands behind his back, and the breath on his body was not leaking, but it was like an abyss, unfathomable, which made people even more fearful. "There is no bargaining with the ultimatum. Whether it succeeds or not depends entirely on you."
As he spoke, his expression was indifferent, his face was as calm as ever, but it was frightening.
Surrounded by a group of blood-clothed generals, the eyes of the Blood God Army are even more evil.
Meng Xingyuan understood that if the deal failed, he might not be able to escape today.
The majestic Master of the Blood Temple appeared in person, and he couldn't be dismissed by simply saying, "Business cannot be done without righteousness."
Meng Xingyuan estimated that if he didn't agree, Gong Wucun might have to settle the account with him for kidnapping his daughter in the next moment.
"Thirty coins is thirty coins."
Meng Xingyuan pondered for a long time and finally nodded and said, "But I have to go to Central Continent first and then give you the elixir."
"You don't believe me?!" Gong Wuchen looked at him.
Meng Xingyuan looked at him similarly, with a sneer on his face but said nothing.
"Have courage."
Gong Wucheng's eyes were cold, "In this case, the deal is concluded."
"But the dirty talk is ahead. I don't care where your pills come from. Since you agreed, you must hand over the thirty [Yuan Locking Pills] in full, without even one missing one."
He looked at Meng Xingyuan meaningfully, with a cold light in the corners of his slanted eyes, "Since I can let you set foot on the land of Central Continent, I can also let you sleep there forever!"
"It will take half a year to prepare the teleportation array. During this half year, you can stay in our Blood Temple. Blood One, I will leave this person to you to make arrangements."
Gong Wuchen said, no longer talking nonsense, he waved his sleeves and brushed Meng Xingyuan's palm, directly took the [Suoyuan Pill] from his hand, and gave the antidote to his daughter to take.
"Twenty-eight more."
Gong Wuzheng glanced at Meng Xingyuan and smiled. Suddenly, the demonic energy around him surged, directly covering his and Gong Moyue's figures. The two of them immediately disappeared without a trace.
"Mr. Meng, please."
As soon as the blood came over, his face was still cold, but his attitude was very polite.
They all admired Meng Xingyuan for his strength and his courage to speak like that in front of their lord.
Of course, the most important thing is strength.
In the magic way, the strong are respected.
If there is no strength, this blood attack will obviously have a different attitude.
The group of people left, and the area returned to normal.
…
Meng Xingyuan was in a palace-like courtyard at this time.
The courtyard gate is tall and carved from an exotic wood.
Although the area is not small, the workmanship is very fine. The carved flowers on it are like orchids and dots like peaches, as if they were real things growing on the courtyard gate.
At this time, Meng Xingyuan was refining elixirs in his room.
In the gorgeous living room, there are furry exotic animal skin rugs spread out. The oily fur is visible, and it also exudes a refreshing fragrance, which makes people feel clear-headed.
Next to it are tables and chairs carved from strange crystals, which are translucent and almost unbelievably beautiful. At this moment, he is sitting cross-legged on a jade-wood couch made of purple-gold wood, concentrating on refining elixirs.
I have to say that people from the Demon Sect really enjoy themselves.
But at this moment, Meng Xingyuan was not distracted by these luxurious accessories.
The refining of [Yuan Locking Pill] is extremely difficult, and he only has half a year. Within half a year, it is obviously impossible to refine thirty [Yuan Locking Pill].
Fortunately, through Gong Moyue, Gong Wucheng finally relaxed.
The delivery of the elixir can be postponed, but not one of the thirty pills should be missing!
While Meng Xingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, he also understood that Gong Wucheng was probably thinking about him.
Gong Wucheng didn't pay attention before because he felt that the origin of these [Yuan Locking Pills] had nothing to do with Meng Xingyuan.
He probably knew a certain alchemy master and was lucky enough to obtain the [Suo Yuan Dan] from this alchemy master.
The reason why there was a mandatory requirement of thirty pieces, not one less, was because Gong Wuchen wanted Meng Xingyuan to become anxious and ask for help from the alchemy master.
Of course, it would be impossible for an ordinary alchemy master to make Gong Wucheng, the master of the Blood Temple, be so interested in him.
But Gong Wucheng is still very interested in a master of Yidan Dan Dao who can refine an elixir that is no less than an elixir.
He wanted to borrow Meng Xingyuan's help to get acquainted with the mysterious alchemist, but what he never expected was that this Meng Xingyuan was actually the mysterious alchemist!
"What kind of freak is this kid...?"
Meng Xingyuan's information had been collected early on and put on Gong Wuchang's case.
He knew everything about Meng Xingyuan, including his origins, his experience in the Medicine King Palace, and even the years when he disappeared inexplicably. He had some guesses.
Beihan Continent is indeed very large, and it is of course very difficult to thoroughly investigate a previously unknown junior.
It's just that Gong Wuchen is not an ordinary person.
Originally he was just curious, but after getting some general information about Meng Xingyuan, he became even more curious!
"There must be some secret in this kid!"
His eyes flickered.
To say that he, a majestic Demon Lord, would not be able to plot against a junior would make people laugh out loud.
But Meng Xingyuan is completely different!
Because in just a few decades, the speed of his rise is really terrifying!
It's fine if you don't understand the situation. At this time, Gong Wucheng can hold all the files on him from his birth to the present!
The more he looked, the more frightened he became!
"Even the reincarnated people are not as amazing as him, right? How long did it take this kid to grow from a low-level spiritual person, the lowest existence in the entire cultivation world to this day? Compared with him, I have been like this all these years.
Live like a dog!"
"And the period of time when he disappeared is also worth considering."
"What level of cultivation did he have during the battle at Chenjiabao? He came back suddenly, and even the Ling Sect could be easily killed by him? This is so unusual!"
Gong Wuzhen's eyes sparkled, "His physical body is at least at the Lingzong level. The physical aura is unmistakable. Compared with the ordinary Lingzong level ferocious beasts, he is not inferior."
"If it's just a simple leap in strength, what's going on with his alchemy cultivation?!"
It was two months ago that I discovered that Meng Xingyuan knew how to make elixirs.
Gong Wucheng himself is also a highly accomplished alchemy master. Although he has not been authorized by the Alchemy Master Alliance, his strength cannot be faked.
Especially his eyesight. He has been with alchemy masters for a long time and has observed countless alchemy scenes of alchemy masters at close range. His eyesight is beyond what ordinary people can imagine.
Meng Xingyuan's work is secretive enough, but for a pill of this level like [Suoyuan Dan], the scene when it is completed cannot be concealed at all.
With Gong Wucheng's eyesight, he immediately understood what happened with just one glance!
That [Yuan Locking Pill] was actually refined by this kid!
"The accumulation of alchemy cannot be achieved overnight. There are shortcuts to cultivation. You can use foreign objects, you can use the power of elixirs, you can rely on talent and qualifications, but alchemy cannot be achieved quickly!"
"Every alchemy master must slowly hone his skills from the very basics and gradually improve himself. Behind every alchemy master, in addition to talent and talent, more importantly, there must be a lot of practice.
A lot of accumulation. It was failures that made the alchemy masters successful!"
"Practice and accumulation take time and rely on years of accumulation!"
Gong Wucheng said to himself, "Every alchemy master I know has gray hair. There is a reason for this."
"Even if practitioners can easily rejuvenate their youth, the traces of time are still clearly imprinted on the face of the alchemist. Which alchemy master is not an old monster who has lived for five or six hundred years? And this boy named Meng Xingyuan...
He is too young!"
From birth to now, everything is full, but less than one Jiazi!
Even if this kid has been practicing Alchemy since he was born without any teacher, it is impossible for him to become a Master of Alchemy in less than a year, right?!
This is simply a fantasy!
What's more, the intelligence shows that Meng Xingyuan only started to have formal contact with pharmacology when he was sixteen years old.
Learning alchemy begins when he enters the Palace of Medicine King and becomes a disciple of a three-star alchemist named Mu Boyuan!
In other words, there are only thirty or forty years in between!
In thirty or forty years, to become a master of alchemy, is this really... possible?!
Gong Wucheng was really interested now.
Just when he was thinking about how to get Meng Xingyuan to speak obediently and get what he wanted, the battle ripples came from the west side of the Blood Temple!
"Ximian? Isn't that where that boy Meng Xingyuan lives?!"
Gong Wucheng, who was deep in thought, suddenly raised his head, his expression a little startled.
His eyes flashed, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.
At this moment, "Boom!", thunder roared in the sky, and a terrifying pressure appeared over the Blood Temple, directly covering the entire Blood Temple area!