The First Marquis of Daxuan

In an alchemy room.

Hundreds of alchemy furnaces were arranged neatly, with raging fires burning under the furnaces, making the whole room hot.

In front of each alchemy furnace sat a young man in gray clothes.

They were obviously sweating profusely, but their expressions were still focused and serious.

From time to time, there were loud explosions in the room.

Every time the sound was heard, it meant that someone had failed in refining the elixir.

Those who failed in refining the elixir were covered in dust and looked frustrated.

Others were secretly delighted when they saw this.

The amount of herbs supplied to each alchemy room is fixed, and the number of herbs distributed to people in the same alchemy room is related to the number of pills they refined the day before.

Some people get more, while others get less.

It can be said that everyone in the room is a competitor to each other.

"Brother Mu, how did you do it?"

A young man looked at the person next to him with admiration and whispered, "You haven't failed once in the past two days.

I wish I could have your success rate."

The young man observed that almost everyone had failed in the past two days, except for the man next to him named Mu Ning, who had never failed once.

“Slow work brings out the best in the work.”

This Mu Ning is naturally Su Mu's pseudonym.

He smiled and said, "In fact, the steps for refining the hemostatic pill have been explained very clearly by the uncle in the sect.

As long as you don’t make mistakes step by step, you will not fail in the end.”

"It's easier said than done."

The young man sighed and said, "There are dozens of steps to refine the hemostatic pill, and no step can go wrong. It's too difficult."

For most people, it takes three attempts to succeed once, and only a few extremely outstanding people can succeed seven or eight times out of ten.

As for the possibility of success ten out of ten times, the young man only saw Mu Ning.

This success rate has even attracted the attention of the inner sect master uncle who is in charge of the alchemy room.

The uncle in charge said it himself that as long as Mu Ning could maintain this success rate, he would be able to become an inner sect disciple within three years.

Other outer disciples could only refine five or six hemostatic pills a day, but Mu Ning could refine ten.

Even the uncle in charge was particularly friendly to Mu Ning.

"As long as you focus on the step at hand, it won't be difficult."

Su Mu said with a smile.

He learned the art of water and fire alchemy from Marquis Jin, and practiced it to perfection. Although he could not say that his alchemy skills had reached the pinnacle, he was not much inferior to those true disciples of Shennong Baicao Sect.

It is impossible to fail in refining this lowest-level hemostatic pill.

If he wasn't worried about being too conspicuous, he could refine the hemostatic pill with his eyes closed, and it would be of perfect quality.

"Thank you for your advice, Brother Mu. I'll give it a try."

The young man said excitedly.

Su Mu glanced around the alchemy room, stood up and stretched.

"Please help me take care of it. I'm going to go to the bathroom."

Su Mu said to the young man, then stood up and walked out.

The inner disciple in charge was sitting in a corner of the alchemy room. He looked up and saw that it was Su Mu, then he lowered his head and took a nap again.

In his opinion, Su Mu, the outer disciple, is very worry-free because he can get a stable supply of ten hemostatic pills every day, which is his treasure.

Being able to make pills stably is also a kind of talent. Although this talent is not as good as those of real geniuses, it will not be difficult to become an inner disciple in the future, so there is no need to offend Su Mu.

If you sell well now, you can meet each other in the future.

So as long as Su Mu doesn't affect other people, he won't care too much about what he wants to do.

For example, now, if Su Mu is tired, he can just go out for a walk and relax. If it were other outer disciples, they would be scolded by him.

…………

Su Mu walked out of the alchemy room, stretched his body and walked slowly on the path.

He was at the foot of Mount Long, which was also the outermost area of ​​Shennong Baicao Sect.

There are at least one or two hundred similar alchemy rooms, so densely packed together that they almost form a small town.

Follow this road all the way up the mountain and you will reach the core of the Shennong Herb Sect.

The real core area of ​​Shennong Baicao Sect can only be entered by true disciples and above.

Ordinary inner disciples are not allowed to enter.

Su Mu has already figured out the nearby terrain in the past two days, and he also tried to sneak into the core area of ​​Shennong Baicao Sect at night.

It turned out that the core area of ​​Shennong Baicao Sect was guarded by a formation.

If he must break in, the formation cannot stop him.

But if that happened, it would definitely alarm the people from Shennong Herb Sect.

With Su Mu's current strength, he is not afraid of the Shennong Baicao Sect. Even if the Shennong Baicao Sect comes out in full force, he can still leave if he wants.

The problem is that Su Mu did not come to Shennong Baicao Sect to kill people.

He came for the "Shennong Herbal Classic".

If the noise is too loud, the Shennong Herb Sect will definitely strengthen its defenses, and Emperor Xuan will also send strong men over.

If that happens, it would be difficult for him to obtain the "Shennong Herbal Classic".

"To cure the poison in Chen Beixuan, Mingyi Hou and Jin Hou, we must obtain the Shennong Herbal Classic."

Su Mu looked up at the core area of ​​Shennong Baicao Sect hidden in the clouds on the top of the mountain, and said to himself, "The efficacy of Huiguang Fanzhao Pill can only last for one and a half months at most.

I also need to reserve time to refine the elixir, so I must get the Shennong Herbal Classic within a month at most!"

Su Mu felt a little anxious.

If he was given enough time, he would patiently hide in the Shennong Herbal Sect and become a true disciple in two or three years. Then he would naturally have the opportunity to learn the "Shennong Herbal Classic".

But he doesn't have that much time now.

It seems impossible to learn the unique skills of Shennong Herbal Sect in just one month.

"It seems that I can only use perfect quality pills to attract the attention of some big shots."

Su Mu thought in his heart.

If you can refine a hemostatic pill of perfect quality, you will have a chance to be accepted as a disciple by the elders of the Shennong Baicao Sect.

If you show some talent at that time, you may have the opportunity to learn "Shennong's Classic of Materia Medica".

Meow.

That's when.

Suddenly, a cat's meow was heard in Su Mu's ear.

He looked up subconsciously and saw a calico cat flash past the wall.

A look of doubt flashed across Su Mu's face. Just as he was about to chase after him to take a look, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

As soon as he thought about it, the Nascent Soul in his body instantly retracted, leaving only a trace of aura fluctuations equivalent to the Body Tempering Stage on his body.

This is the skill he mastered after he started learning the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts.

The Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills are the supreme and unique skills for achieving sainthood in the flesh.

Even if it is only the entry level, the control over the body has reached an astonishing level.

The most basic thing is that he can make his body reveal absolutely no signs of training.

Generally speaking, the physical body of a strong warrior who practices the martial art of becoming a saint through the physical body will look different from that of an ordinary warrior at first glance.

Before practicing the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills, Su Mu's Nine-Transformation Golden Body Technique had made his skin glow light golden.

After practicing the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills, Su Mu's body returned to its original state, and one could not tell from the outside how strong his physique was.

Moreover, the physical body can conceal the true energy, and the effect is stronger than any breath-concealing technique.

Su Mu had done an experiment. When he restrained his breath, Zhuge Jingang, who was at the Nascent Soul stage, could not see any flaws at all.

Although the fusion realm is uncertain, it is most likely that one cannot see through his disguise.

After restraining his breath, Su Mu slowly turned around, with a hint of surprise on his face.

"Greetings, Uncle-master." He bowed and called out in a bit of panic.

"Are you Mu Ning?"

The person who came was actually the true disciple who had previously taught this group of outer disciples.

This true disciple is named Zhang Guojian, and his cultivation level has reached the rebirth realm.

Speaking of which, Su Mu, the true disciple of Shennong Baicao Sect, also knows a few of them.

Su Mu had a good relationship with Wu Yiqi, who was ranked second among the true disciples of Shennong Baicao Sect.

However, Su Mu had never met Zhang Guojian before.

There is no other reason.

Zhang Guojian is a newly promoted true disciple, and his status and position are far inferior to Su Mu's.

In short, if Su Mu revealed his identity, Zhang Guojian would not even be qualified to meet him.

The commander of the Daxuan Taiping Division, Zhenxibo, a powerful warrior at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

In the Shennong Baicao Sect, there are only a few people who can stand on equal footing with Su Mu, including the Sect Master of the Shennong Baicao Sect.

Zhang Guojian was a very important figure to those outer disciples, but to Su Mu, he was a very small figure.

"Exactly the disciple."

Su Mu said respectfully.

"I heard that your success rate in refining hemostatic pills can reach 100%?"

He looked at Su Mu and asked.

He taught this group of outer disciples. If a genius emerged, it would be his credit. Moreover, the genius would be considered his and would help him climb up in the future.

Therefore, although he would not deliberately train these outer disciples, if a genius really emerged among them, he would not suppress him easily.

Unless that day he is ungrateful.

“I don’t know if it counts.”

Su Mu said shyly, like a farmer's son who had never seen the world, "After I learned how to make hemostatic pills, I never failed.

I have to thank my uncle for his teachings."

Hearing Su Mu's words, Zhang Guojian nodded with satisfaction.

This outer disciple still has some gratitude in mind.

if it is like this……

Zhang Guojian's mind raced, and he said slowly, "Mu Ning, I have a great opportunity for you now, do you want it?"

"If I can be cultivated by my uncle, I will repay him with a gift of grass and a ring."

Su Mu said quickly.

"very good."

Zhang Guojian nodded and said, "There is an elder in our sect, who is also my uncle, and he needs a boy.

Although you are a boy, if you behave well, you will have the opportunity to become an inner disciple in the future.

And if you follow him, you can see senior alchemists making pills at any time. If he gives you a little guidance, you will benefit from it for the rest of your life.

I think you are a promising talent and would like to recommend you to my uncle. Are you willing?"

"Of course I am willing."

Su Mu said seriously, "But, may I ask, Uncle Master, what do you need me to do?"

Zhang Guojian glanced at Su Mu in surprise, "You are smarter than I thought.

Of course I need you to do something, but it's too early to say it now.

Although I can recommend you to go, whether Master Uncle will keep you depends on your ability. "

"The disciple understands."

Su Mu bowed and said, "Disciple will do his best. If I can pass the test by luck, if Uncle Master has any orders in the future, I will not refuse even if I die!"

"very good."

Zhang Guojian nodded with satisfaction, "You have to remember one thing, if I can make you climb up, I can also make you fall down.

But as long as you work hard for me, I won't treat you unfairly."

"The disciple understands."

Su Mu bowed.

"Come on, let's go meet my uncle."

Zhang Guojian said with his hands behind his back, "Whether you can pass the assessment of Master Uncle depends on your ability."

As he spoke, Zhang Guojian walked towards the core area of ​​Shennong Baicao Sect.

Su Mu's heart moved slightly.

He had been thinking about how to enter the core area of ​​Shennong Baicao Sect without alerting the people of Shennong Baicao Sect. Now, the opportunity has come?
He put away his surprise and quickly followed.

suddenly.

A calico cat landed gently on Su Mu's shoulder.

Zhang Guojian seemed to notice something and looked back.

"You still have a cat?"

Zhang Guojian frowned.

"It's just an ordinary cat, not a monster."

Su Mu said, "Uncle Master, please be flexible. It has been dependent on me since it was young..."

"Forget it, keep an eye on your cat and don't let it run around. Otherwise, it will be useless if someone beats it to death."

Zhang Guojian said casually.

Su Mu nodded in agreement.

The tabby cat climbed onto Su Mu's head, lay down lazily, yawned, squinted its eyes, and looked lazy.

The hairs on Su Mu's back stood up, and he followed Zhang Guojian with a somewhat stiff body.

Zhang Guojian didn't know, but Su Mu knew.

How did this ancestor suddenly appear?

Su Mu thought it would come again, but he didn't expect it to appear at this time.

And what does it mean?
Surrender?

It doesn’t look like it either.

Whose demon pet is lying on its owner's head?

Come to kill yourself?
It doesn't look like either.

At this distance, if it wanted to kill me, I would have died countless times already.

For a moment, Su Mu couldn't figure out what this monster cat was thinking.

He couldn't ask in front of Zhang Guojian, let alone throw the monster cat away.

All he could do was let it lie on his head.

Zhang Guojian had no idea how close he was to death. He took Su Mu all the way up the mountain, passed through the protective formation of Shennong Baicao Sect, and then came to a cave on the top of the mountain.

"Disciple Zhang Guojian, requesting to see Uncle Master Li."

Zhang Guojian bowed slightly and said in a loud voice, "I have found a good candidate among the outer disciples, and I have specially sent him to you as a boy. I beg you to see me."

"roll!"

A powerful voice came from the cave.

Zhang Guojian's face turned pale and blue.

Su Mu lowered his head, pretending not to see this embarrassing scene.

Zhang Guojian took a deep breath and continued, "So that Uncle Master knows, this outer disciple learned the method of refining hemostatic pills three days ago. For two consecutive days, he refined ten hemostatic pills every day without any failure.

I suspect he has some special physique or talent."

Squeak!

Before Zhang Guojian finished speaking, the door of the cave opened. (End of this chapter)