An alchemy furnace fell from the sky

Until he arrived at the hut, Xu Fu did not realize that it was any different from the other houses. Most of them were covered with snow and looked inconspicuous.

Following Jie Tingzhu inside, Xu Fu felt like he had entered a cellar. He walked up several steps before he stepped on the floor of the house.

It turns out that a small part of this wooden house is buried underground, so the inside of the house does not look as small as it does from the outside.

There was no light in the room, and it became dim once the door was closed. The only light was from a window on the roof.

The window was two feet square and seemed to be made of thin ice. One could vaguely see the white snow covering the outside of the window.

The viewpoint pillar raised his hand and waved. The window did not move, but the snow covering it seemed to be blown away. The whole room suddenly became brighter, and the furnishings in the room could finally be seen clearly.

At the innermost part of the cabin, there is a bed and a desk next to the bed with a lamp and some books on it.

On both sides are wooden cabinets of various sizes.

In addition, there is a stone fireplace on the left, with a lot of dry firewood neatly stacked next to the fireplace.

After Jie Tingzhu entered the house, he went straight to the fireplace, picked up a few pieces of firewood and a handful of hay from the pile of firewood by the wall, squatted down and lit the fire with a tinder that was only an inch long.

Looking at Jie Tingzhu making a fire, Xu Fu was a little dazed.

Without any magic or magical tools, Jie Tingzhu at this moment was like a middle-aged man who had done farm work all his life. He was doing the most ordinary thing in his life, plain and lonely.

Jie Tingzhu was very skilled, and soon the fire was lit. Then he asked Xu Fu to carry Hu Wangshuo to the stove. He then pulled an old mattress from the bed and spread it on the floor.

"Xuanwu has a strong chill, and he has suffered too much damage. I'm afraid he can't withstand the cold."

Hu Wangshuo explained to Xu Fu in a cold voice, and then took out a cold jade bottle from a wooden cabinet beside him.

When Xu Fu saw the cold jade bottle, his eyes lit up and he thought that he could finally see Xuanwu's miraculous elixir.

In cases like Hu Wangshuo where the spiritual power is excessively depleted, the best treatment is to take elixirs to warm up the inner elixir and meridians.

"What is this?" Xu Fu asked hurriedly when he saw that Jie Tingzhu was about to pour the contents of the jade bottle directly into Hu Wangshuo's mouth.

"This is Qingling water. If I wanted to harm him, there's no need to bring it here." Xie Tingzhu didn't look at Xu Fu. He pried open Hu Wangshuo's mouth expressionlessly and poured all the juice in the cold jade bottle into him.

Xu Fu counted them and found that there were only three drops.

"What is this clear spiritual water?" As early as Jie Tingzhu opened the stopper of the cold jade bottle, Xu Fu had sensed the rich spiritual power contained in it. Seeing that Jie Tingzhu was so "stingy", he asked curiously.

"There are several white-skinned fairy trees growing above the Ice Sky Secret Realm. Our ancestors discovered that their juice contains extremely pure spiritual power that can be absorbed into the meridians without refining. It is a rare spiritual object in the world, so it is called Qingling Water..."

Jie Tingzhu spoke slowly as if he was chatting about daily life.

"Since we have this treasure, won't the cultivation of Xuanwu students improve by leaps and bounds?"

"This fairy tree only produces two or three drops in late spring every year, and it is only effective in healing and detoxifying, and has very limited effect on improving cultivation."

Xie Tingzhu smiled bitterly when he said this. If it was really as Xu Fu thought, then how come no one in Xuanwu had been promoted to the ninth-grade supreme for so many years?

After listening to Jie Tingzhu, Xu Fu placed his fingers on Hu Wangshuo's wrist to check and found that the originally "dried up" meridians seemed to be injected with a stream of fresh water, and the new spiritual power had started to circulate on its own.

"It's really a good baby!"

Xu Fu couldn't help but sigh. This was the first time he had seen such a rare treasure. Even Li Danxin's collection of books did not record it.

Seeing that Hu Wangshuo was fine, Xu Fu breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the ground and started talking to Jie Tingzhu.

"Who are those people? How come so many ninth-grade masters suddenly appear?" Xu Fu asked in confusion.

"Over the years, the remaining monks of Qilin have tried every possible means to take revenge on the four great spiritual academies. Most of those who came today are evil demons who are hated by everyone and have a lot of blood debts on their hands. They even dare to use these people. The people of Qilin are really crazy!" Jie Tingzhu said with a sigh, shaking his head while hiding there and fiddling with the fire in the torch.

"What happened to Bisu just now? How did he come back to life?"

Xu Fu had just investigated carefully and found that Yu Wuya was indeed dead at that time, so when Yu Wuya jumped out later, he was scared.

"He used the Turtle Breathing Technique." Jie Tingzhu said lightly.

"Turtle Breathing Technique? Isn't that the Ji family's unique technique?" Xu Fu asked in surprise.

"Wu Ya has some connection with the Ji family..." Xie Tingzhu said this and did not continue, but it could be regarded as an answer to Xu Fu's question.

"You know Bisu is not dead?"

"Why do you think I covered him with my robe?"

Xu Fu suddenly realized that it was Bi Su who faked his death and Jie Tingzhu acted out the play. It must be said that these two are worthy of being master and master brothers, and their cooperation is really seamless.

"What kind of skills did Senior Brother Beifeng realize that made Senior Bisu so happy?"

When Xu Fu thought of Yu Wuya crying with joy, he was even happier than on his wedding night. This made him very curious about Bei Feng's newfound martial arts skills.

"It's the true secret of Xuanwu!" Xie Tingzhu's tone was full of relief.

"Didn't you teach him this?" Xu Fu was a little puzzled when he heard this. He remembered that Jie Tingzhu knew this martial art. Since Beifeng was Jie Tingzhu's disciple, what was there to be happy about about knowing this martial art?

"The Xuanwu True Art is the supreme skill in my Xuanwu Shangling Academy. Only the dean can practice it. If it is not for the sake of saving their lives, Yan Han and the others must not practice it." Jie Tingzhu said in a deep voice.

"So that's how it is! It's amazing that Senior Brother Beifeng could figure out the supreme technique by himself!" Xu Fu praised with amazement.

"Not only that..."

Xu Fu was slightly stunned when he heard this, and didn't understand what Jie Tingzhu meant.

"Didn't you find anything special about his martial arts?" Jie Tingzhu fiddled with the torch, turned his head to look at Xu Fu and asked.

"It's a bit like... ghost magic, but I don't sense any ghost energy." Xu Fu said truthfully. He had this question from the beginning. Although the black air from Beifeng was a bit cold, it didn't have the creepy feeling that was unique to ghost magic.

"According to the records in the classics, the Xuanwu Secret Art is divided into two parts, the Yin and Yang. The Yin Secret Art was lost thousands of years ago. All along, people in the world believed that the Yang Secret Art practiced by the dean of the Xuanwu Shangling Academy was the Xuanwu Secret Art..."

At this point, Jie Tingzhu sighed, and after a moment's silence, he continued, "After a thousand years, the Yin Jue has reappeared in Xuanwu. It is really... a great blessing!"