The First Marquis of Daxuan

"Come in."

A slightly older voice said gruffly.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Zhang Guojian's face.

He glanced at Su Mu out of the corner of his eye.

Su Mu lowered his head, as if he heard nothing.

"Uncle Li has a strange temper. He's not targeting me. Just get used to it."

Zhang Guojian whispered.

"The disciple understands."

Su Mu nodded quickly.

He secretly complained in his heart.

Zhang Guojian said that he had connections who recommended him to the elder of Shennong Baicao Sect, but now it seems that the facts are not quite the same as what he said.

This elder surnamed Li didn't seem to like Zhang Guojian very much.

I don’t know if I will be implicated by Zhang Guojian.

Following Zhang Guojian, Su Mu walked into the cave.

This cave opened in the mountain is very spacious, but it is empty inside. Apart from a furnace and herbs piled everywhere, there is almost nothing else to be seen.

A sloppy old man with a messy hair was sitting cross-legged in front of the alchemy furnace, constantly throwing herbs into the furnace.

"Uncle Li."

Zhang Guojian stopped when he was about ten feet away from the old man, bowed and called out.

"This is Mu Ning, the outer disciple I was talking about."

"Mu Ning, don't salute!"

"Disciple Mu Ning, I pay my respects to my uncle-master."

Su Mu adapted to the local customs and performed the role vividly.

"Hey, isn't this Senior Brother Zhang? Why, you're here to recommend a boy to Senior Uncle Li as well?"

Before the old man could speak, a voice suddenly came from behind.

Su Mu looked back and saw two figures walking in from outside the cave.

The person in the lead was wearing gorgeous clothes with a grass leaf embroidered on the lapel. He was clearly a true disciple of Shennong Baicao Sect.

He should be the same as Zhang Guojian, a true disciple of the later generations, and Su Mu does not know him.

Behind the true disciple, there was a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old. Judging from his clothes, he should be an outer disciple of Shennong Baicao Sect like Su Mu.

Relate this to what he just said.

In all likelihood, this outer disciple is Su Mu's "opponent" in this competition for the job.

But it seems that the true teachings that others rely on are much more reliable than those that I rely on.

Zhang Guojian was scolded as soon as he entered the door, but the real disciple walked in directly.

This attitude is very subtle.

Su Mu observed everything, secretly complaining in his heart.

In their Taiping Division, they rarely see such things.

Although there were struggles in the Taiping Division, everything was based on merit and strength. He had indeed not experienced much of this kind of open and covert fighting and verbal taunting.

In Su Mu's eyes, the competition between the two true disciples of Shennong Baicao Sect was like a quarrel between children, which was a bit funny.

"Brother Zhang, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. The outer disciple I trained this time is a genius who can refine a perfect quality hemostatic pill."

The true disciple said with a haughty look on his face, "Don't bring some unpresentable things to taint Uncle Li's eyes."

As he said this, he looked at Su Mu with disdain.

Su Mu felt helpless. You two can just talk, what does it have to do with me?

"Humph, Wanjin, it's too early for you to be complacent."

Zhang Guojian said coldly with a gloomy face, "Mu Ning's success rate in refining hemostatic pills is 100%. He has the stable talent that alchemists dream of.

Even if the outer disciple you brought with you can refine a hemostatic pill of perfect quality, can he guarantee success every time?

Everyone has moments of inspiration, but not everyone can be stable. "

"You said his success rate is 100%?"

The true disciple named Wan Jin sneered, "You may not even be able to guarantee a 100% success rate in refining the hemostatic pill."

"I can't do it, but can you?"

Zhang Guojian said angrily, "Wanjin, don't forget, your ranking is still below mine!"

"Soon, you will be left far behind by me."

Wan Jin was not angry and said with a sneer.

He pushed Zhang Guojian aside, took two steps forward, and said to the slovenly old man, "Uncle Li, I have brought the boy you wanted, and let those irrelevant guys go away.

I'm not bragging, the boy I found for you will definitely be of great help to you."

While speaking, he glanced at Zhang Guojian.

Obviously, the irrelevant people he was referring to were Zhang Guojian and Mu Ning.

"Uncle Li, the people I brought with me——"

Zhang Guojian said hurriedly.

The sloppy old man finally turned his gaze away from the alchemy furnace.

He turned his head slowly, his eyes first falling on Wan Jin, then the person Wan Jin brought, then Zhang Guojian, and finally Su Mu.

The slovenly old man had a blank expression and cold eyes.

"Come here you two."

He raised his hand, pointed at Su Mu and the outer disciples brought by Wan Jin, and said coldly.

"Uncle Li is calling you, go over there, behave yourself, and don't embarrass me."

Wan Jin waved his hand and said.

Zhang Guojian also winked at Su Mu.

Su Mu nodded, stepped forward, and stood side by side with the young outer disciple.

The young outer disciple looked arrogant and glanced at Su Mu with disdain.

Su Mu looked indifferent, standing quietly, looking at the sloppy old man.

He was amazed in his heart.

This sloppy old man may not look impressive, but his cultivation is extraordinary.

The aura is as deep as the sea, unfathomable.

It is clear that he is a powerful person in the fusion realm.

Su Mu had thought that there would be a powerful person in the Fusion Realm in the Shennong Baicao Sect, but he didn't expect to meet one so soon.

Speaking of which, as first-rate sects, the hidden strength of the Shennong Baicao Sect is much stronger than that of the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

The leader of the Divine Weapon Pavilion, Wang Huomin, is only half a step away from the fusion stage. Although the Divine Weapon Pavilion also has supreme elders who have reached the fusion stage, those supreme elders are wandering around all year round and are hard to find.

But then again, the casting of magic weapons by the Divine Weapon Pavilion consumes the warriors, and although the Shennong Herb Sect also consumes their energy, the elixirs they refine can aid in cultivation.

In the Shennong Herb Sect, as long as one has good aptitude, with a massive amount of elixirs, one's cultivation will not be too bad.

As for the side effects of taking the elixir -

It may cause an unstable foundation and superficial cultivation, but is it important?

No matter how weak the fusion realm is, it is still the fusion realm, which is always stronger than the infant transformation realm.

As for the overdrawn potential and being unable to reach a higher realm, this is not a problem for most warriors. After all, the upper limit of most people is just like that, and whether or not they use elixirs, they will not achieve too high a level of achievement...

Closer to home.

Su Mu practiced the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills to completely restrain the power of the Nascent Soul.

The sloppy old man suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Su Mu.

Su Mu subconsciously wanted to dodge, and it took a lot of willpower to control his body movements and let the other person's hand fall on his shoulder.

The calico cat lying on top of his head raised its head, glanced at the sloppy old man with its black pearl-like eyes, then yawned lazily and closed its eyes again.

Su Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really worried that this ancestor would slap the sloppy old man to death. It didn't matter if he slapped the sloppy old man to death, but Su Mu's identity would be exposed, and he hadn't found the "Shennong Herbal Classic" yet.

The sloppy old man did not notice anything unusual about the monster cat. He pinched Su Mu's shoulders, arms and palms with his big hands, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Good muscles!"

He couldn't help but exclaimed, "What a good seedling!"

After checking Su Mu, he looked at the outer disciple brought by Wan Jin. After a few glances, a hint of disappointment flashed across his face.

"You two, each of you should refine a hemostatic pill. Whoever makes a pill of higher quality will stay and become my boy."

The sloppy old man pondered for a moment and spoke slowly.

"Uncle Li——"

Zhang Guojian's expression changed slightly.

Mu Ning's advantage lies in stability; he can achieve 100% success in making pills, but the quality of his pills is only average.

The outer disciple brought by Wan Jin may not have as good a pill success rate as Mu Ning, but the quality of the pills he made may be better.

This competition is totally unfair!
Is it just because Wanjin has a good ancestor?
Zhang Guojian was filled with indignation.

Wan Jin has an aunt who is an elder of the Shennong Herb Sect and is said to be having an affair with Master Li.

Therefore, Uncle Li always looked at this million gold with a different eye.

Although Uncle Master Li is not the sect leader, he is one of the few people with the highest attainments in alchemy in the Shennong Baicao Sect. In particular, he has a unique alchemy technique, which is said to have been acquired by chance when he was young.

That alchemy technique is not inferior to the "Shennong Herbal Classic". Uncle Li has always been very proud of it and would not teach it to anyone even if they were offered millions of gold.

This time when Master Li was recruiting boys, everyone knew that this was an opportunity.

After Zhang Guojian got the news, he immediately started looking for candidates and happened to find Mu Ning, so he couldn't wait to bring him here.

Who knew that this guy Wan Jin would also show up!

An outer disciple who can refine hemostatic pills of perfect quality?

Only a ghost can believe it!

In all likelihood, this outer disciple was carefully trained by Wan Jin and the family behind him.

Zhang Guojian wanted to argue, but he also knew that in front of Uncle Li, he had no right to argue.

Accusing Uncle Li of being unfair will hardly have any other effect except to completely eliminate himself from the game.

Zhang Guojian swallowed his dissatisfaction and felt bitter in his heart.

He looked at Su Mu with fierce eyes.

"Mu Ning, show me your true abilities. As long as you can win, I will never treat you unfairly!"

he whispered.

Su Mu heard the threat in Zhang Guojian's words. If he won, he would not treat him unfairly, but if he lost, would he take his life?

Zhang Guo sneered in his heart. When he saw such a person, he felt that he was treated unfairly, so he did not dare to swing his knife at the culprit, but instead swung his knife at the weaker one.

"I'll do my best."

Su Mu said.

The sloppy old man stood up, took out two more alchemy furnaces from the corner and threw them directly to the two men.

"Everyone gets three chances."

He said coldly, "The herbs are all here, you can use as you like."

After saying that, he went straight back to his alchemy furnace, looking like he was deep in thought.

Before Su Mu could make a move, the young outer disciple had already rushed forward. He picked up the two alchemy furnaces, compared them repeatedly, and then threw one of them aside.

There was a bang.

The alchemy furnace fell to the ground, rolled several times, and finally stopped at Su Mu's feet.

Wan Jin had an arrogant look on his face, and Zhang Guojian's expression became gloomy.

Su Mu was speechless.

He silently lifted up the alchemy furnace.

The young outer disciple had already started to refine the hemostatic pill.

For Su Mu, refining the elixir does not actually require an elixir furnace. He invented his own elixir furnace that uses visions as a furnace, and can refine the elixir out of thin air, without even needing a fire.

However, these shocking methods are naturally impossible for a young man who has just started alchemy to perform.

So he just put the alchemy furnace in place and started to light the fire.

By the time he heated up the furnace, the young outer disciple brought by Wan Jin had already started putting herbs into the furnace.

The hemostatic pill is a low-level elixir that only requires twenty-four kinds of herbs to be refined.

The requirements for technique and heat are not too high.

As long as you master the recipe, even an ordinary person can succeed by trying a few more times.

The young outer disciple's skills were very skilled, far beyond what an ordinary outer disciple could compare to.

In comparison, Su Mu's movements seemed very clumsy.

This is definitely not Su Mu’s outfit.

When he was making elixirs in the past, all the herbs would fly up with just a thought.

There is no need to be so troublesome, having to light a fire while putting herbs into the furnace.

Simply put, he knows this low-end technique, but he has long since become unfamiliar with it.

This is like asking a person who is used to flying to suddenly walk on his legs. He will still be able to do it, but his movements will definitely be unfamiliar.

"Zhang Guojian, is this the genius you found?"

Wan Jin laughed out loud, "When I was seven years old, my skills were a hundred times better than his now."

Zhang Guojian's face was gloomy, and he said coldly, "He has only been here for a few days? Let's see the result!"

Zhang Guojian had actually already given up in his heart.

Even if Mu Ning has some talent, he has only been practicing for a short time. How can he possibly compare to someone who has been carefully trained by Wan Jin?
This is a fundamentally unfair competition.

He looked at Su Mu's clumsy movements and became more and more upset.

call!
He raised his leg and kicked towards Su Mu.

What's the point of comparing? It's so embarrassing!

When Zhang Guojian raised his leg, Su Mu just stood up to get a herb.

Zhang Guojian's foot brushed against the corner of his clothes and missed.

Wan Jin burst into laughter.

The slovenly old man raised his head and glared at the two of them unkindly.

"If you don't want to watch, get out of here."

The slovenly old man shouted coldly.

Wan Jin and Zhang Guojian both stepped aside awkwardly.

However, when Zhang Guo saw that all his anger was directed at Su Mu, he had already thought about how he would torture this guy when Su Mu lost.

Some people are like this. They can't afford to offend people who really offend them, so they can only vent their anger on people who have nothing to do with them.

This is the kind of person who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

Su Mu seemed to have not noticed Zhang Guojian's previous actions at all. He completed his actions slowly and methodically.

There were twenty-four kinds of herbs, and when he had just put in the sixteenth one, the young outer disciple had already successfully refined the first hemostatic pill.

However, that hemostatic pill was only of medium quality.

"Again!"

The smile on Wan Jin's face disappeared, and he said in a deep voice, "Calm down, don't worry about your opponent, he can't compare to you.

Just follow what I taught you, don’t panic!”

"Yes!"

The young outer disciple said with some shame and started refining again.

He glanced at Su Mu who was taking his time. This guy looked so clumsy, how come he hadn't failed yet?

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little panicked. (End of this chapter)