No abstraction, no cultivation

Chapter 99: Horse and Literature

In the center of Wuyou City is a huge alchemy room.

A furnace several dozen feet tall, its body made of a mixture of unknown metals and strange stones, was emitting white alchemy gas, which floated from the skylight in the alchemy room to Wuyou City.

Wen Shen looked at the alchemy furnace with a serious expression.

He looked to be about 40 years old, rather thin, and gentle. He did not look like an alchemist but more like a teacher.

The furnace is very large and tall, with seven-colored flames wrapped around it, hence the name Seven-Colored Furnace. Each of the seven-colored flames has its own effect, and only the Golden Elixir Master can use it.

At this time, the seven-colored flames in the alchemy furnace were like a strong wind and a fire dragon, burning a pill.

A magic pill.

A real elixir.

Eating one of these elixirs could make you an immortal.

As long as you eat it, you can become an immortal. Who can resist such temptation?
Not only did someone resist, but there were two people doing so.

"Why isn't this elixir speaking?" said the person standing next to Wen Shen.

The man had a dignified face, was slightly fat, and was wearing a purple-gray Taoist robe. It was Ma Zhiqiu.

Ma Zhiqiu and Wen Shen are the two leaders of the Huangdan Society.

But his words made people confused.

Can the elixir speak?

The benches of immortals can move, so what's so strange about the elixirs made by immortals speaking?
"It keeps emitting waves, arousing the greed in my heart and making me eat it." Wen Shen sneered and said, "After so many years, it's still like this."

"We met it when we had nothing. It taught us the techniques of cultivation and alchemy, and kept tempting us to take it for ourselves." Ma Zhiqiu also smiled and said, "Does this Diao Mao Xian Dan think we have no brains?"

He turned to the alchemy furnace and said, "I know you are listening. If you have any tricks now, use them. We can't refine you today, but when our cultivation level improves, we will be able to refine you!"

The elixir was roasted by the flames in the seven-colored furnace, slowly emitting a thin golden light, like a speechless dead object.

It's tired of scolding everyone.

The two of them had nothing, like a beggar boy, when they encountered an elixir that fell from the sky and could impart knowledge and skills.

Under normal circumstances, shouldn't a rift develop between the two young men, and then they fight each other, and the one who survives swallows the elixir in one gulp?
How come the two young men communicated with each other and acted together to deceive it, cheating it of more knowledge of the fairy world, and finally put it into the alchemy furnace and practiced slowly.

This is not cultivation at all.

Why is this happening?

It couldn't figure it out, so it didn't speak.

"Yellow Bud Pill, Blood-stained Pill, True Dharma Pill, Fire Thunder Pill, and the Immortal Pill we made with Dan Qi and Lingxin Grass." Wen Shen said, "Each one of them is not a good thing."

"Old Ma, is this elixir you said really an elixir?" he couldn't help but ask.

Ma Zhiqiu said jokingly: "It's not me who trained him, how would I know."

"We should do this, right?" Wen Shen said again.

"When you are weak, everything you do is wrong. When you are strong, everything you do is right." Ma Zhiqiu said with a smile: "If you say we are wrong."

"The only mistake is probably that we are not strong enough. We are not Mahayana cultivators."

He did love to laugh and joke, but this was no joke.

"Who determines what is right and who determines what is wrong?" Wen Shen muttered to himself as he looked at the elixir.

In the entire world of cultivating immortals, who stipulates that doing something is right and who stipulates that doing something is wrong?
No one has stipulated it.

So there is the Qinghua Sect, so there is the Taixuan Sect, and all the other sects. They all have their own right and wrong, and casual cultivators like them can only go with the flow and obey the right and wrong of others, unless they also build their own power!

"Old Yan has been uneasy lately!" Ma Zhiqiu sighed and said.

Yan Zijian's origins are unknown, and he seems to have come from a very far place. When he joined the Huangdan Society, the Huangdan Society had just started, and at that time, there were only three or five people in the entire Huangdan Society.

Yan Zijian spoke with reason and logic, did things flawlessly, and was willing to humble himself and do things personally, which made up for the gap between the two in the management of the Alchemy Association.

It can be said that without Yan Zijian, there would be no Huangdan Club today.

"I've heard about that too." Wen Shen also sighed.

Both of them are people who value friendship, so they were like brothers when they were young.

Faced with the temptation of the elixir, the two of them, who had just started practicing, were fooled by the elixir and tricked it into revealing many of its skills.

Xiandan had seen intrigues, sweet words and treacherous deeds, and all kinds of betrayal, but he had never seen friendship or even brotherhood, so Xiandan was deceived by the two.

"He wants to be the third leader." Ma Zhiqiu said, "How about...give it to him? With his contribution to the Huangdan Society, the third leader is enough."

Wen Shen said: "He is indeed enough, but I heard something, do you know it?"

"You said."

"It is said that Old Yan is recruiting his own personal guards to cultivate his own power. There are even rumors that he is going to set up a new Dan Society." Wen Shen said.

Ma Zhiqiu could only sigh and said, "You make elixirs every day, and you know everything. How could I not know?"

Wen Shen waved his hand, and the seven-colored flames adjusted and changed. He continued, "If he talks to us nicely, he is still our brother."

"He does this? He doesn't consider us as brothers!" Wen Shen said firmly.

The only person he can trust is Ma Zhiqiu.

Because the two of them grew up wandering around and had faced starvation more than once, if they had less trust in each other, they would never have come to this point.

"Brother..." Ma Zhiqiu said with a frown.

He treats others as brothers, but others do not treat him as a brother.

"You come and I come?" Wen Shen said decisively.

Act decisively, otherwise there will be chaos.

"There will be a meeting tomorrow, and I will start the trouble at the meeting. Otherwise, Old Yan has so many subordinates, and it is inevitable that something will happen!" Wen Shen reminded: "Make a plan to avoid any accidents."

Ma Zhiqiu nodded and said, "I know that most people in the club are on our side."

The two of them do have a very high prestige in the association, and in the entire Huangdan Association, they are the only two who are in the Jindan stage.

They have absolute suppression over the people in the society.

"Just keep it in mind." Wen Shen took out a magic tool like a cattail leaf fan with various birds painted on it, fanned it at the seven-colored stove, and said, "This Diao Mao Xian Dan is still not talking."

Under the magic weapon of the cattail leaf fan, the seven-colored flames turned into seven fire dragons, surrounding and roasting the elixir.

"When was the last time he spoke?" Ma Zhiqiu asked.

Wen Shen said: "Seven years ago!"

"It's been seven years. Will this Diao Mao Xian Dan be roasted to the point of being speechless?" Ma Zhiqiu said, "According to our estimation, in another ten years or so, we may be able to refine this pill!"

"Pull off its skin and see what's inside!"

(End of this chapter)