After traveling through time, I accidentally ascended

Yan Hui, who thought he had escaped death, this time really felt that life was worse than death.

The whole person was limp and unable to move. He could only be caught in a net, floating up and down. The pain was like being bitten by thousands of ants and burning in fire. Every breath was like being cut by a sharp blade, and every heartbeat was accompanied by violent convulsions.

It was as if an invisible hand was tearing at his soul.

"Hold on, if you can hold on you will be reborn from the ashes, if you can't hold on everything will vanish into thin air."

Su Yan whispered in his ear in a low voice, which was bewitching.

"All the pain you are experiencing now is caused by Zi Yuan. Don't you want revenge? Don't you want to surpass him in the alchemy that he is so proud of? He is just a villain who has been standing still for thousands of years. Don't you want to see him being left far behind by you?"

"Why did he harm you? Because he was afraid of you. He was not as talented as you, so he destroyed you. He had a mean mind and didn't want to leave any genius for the Dan Sect. Are you going to let him go like this?"

"The pain will eventually end. As long as you survive, everything you want can come true."

Whenever Yan Hui showed his determination to die and give up, Su Yan would comfort him, encourage him, and then attract a wave of hatred.

Hatred is a very powerful force, it depends on how you use it. Some people live for revenge.

The matter was urgent, and Yan Hui was a good candidate, and she couldn't bear to see him being abandoned like this.

She also thought, if she hadn't come here, she wouldn't have received Medicine Master's inheritance. Would Ziyun have become Medicine Master's disciple? Would Yan Hui have successfully become Medicine Master's disciple?

Will all of this never happen?

But there is no if. She came and took root in this strange world. Existence is reasonable and she has a clear conscience.

The three days were an especially long time. To Yan Hui, it seemed as if tens of millions of years had passed. At this moment, he could no longer cry.

"Uncle Junior Master, I really don't need to soak anymore, right?"

His voice was hoarse and weak, not very pleasant, and he asked cautiously.

"Well, it's ok. When Master's ninth-grade elixir is refined, you can take it to restore your meridians. In the meantime, you can take this elixir!"

Su Yan took out a porcelain bottle, which contained elixirs for body building. This was the kind she sold to Rabbit in the demon world.

Only this one, no other semicolon.

"I'll feed you two every day until Master comes."

Yan Hui was the 'patient' she had taken over, so she had to be responsible to the end. The hardest part was over, and the rest would be easy.

During these three days, Yu Zhengqing also received news that a chamber of commerce supported by the Shadow Moon Sect was competing with the Yunlan Chamber of Commerce for the last eighth-grade elixir at the auction.

Su Yan also asked Yu Zhengqing to release the stone recording how Yan Hui was disabled and how he was being treated now, which caused an uproar among many cultivators, who cursed Zi Yuan for being a good-for-nothing.

Even the disciples he had taught for so many years were harmed, and in such a tragic way.

Su Yan would not give the other side a chance to turn the tables, so it would be better to take the initiative, especially since Lin Miaomiao’s sect was accustomed to calling a horse a zebra.

She sent another spiritual message to Yu Zhengqing.

“Qingqing, after this time, Yan Hui will definitely become an eighth-grade Danzong, surpassing Ziyuan, and let his predecessor die directly on the beach!”

"Really? Susu, that's great. I'll go spread the word right away. However, they changed the original one-week auction to three days. If this continues, the eighth-grade elixir will depreciate, and both sides will suffer. The high-level cultivators of other sects will be happy to see this happen."

Su Yan frowned and pondered for a while. Pills depreciated? Not possible. The pills she refined were all perfect. It was impossible to lower the price.

"Spread the news, the auction method has changed. We will not be auctioning elixirs anymore. We will be accepting orders for all 8th-grade elixirs except those from the Shadow Moon Sect. The success rate is eight pills, and we will not charge a penny!"

It is impossible to lose money. This way you can get four more and you don’t have to collect elixirs yourself. It really kills two birds with one stone.

If that old boy Zi Yuan has the guts, he can follow her. As for the success rate of making pills, she is not afraid of him. Even Yao Zun cannot compare to her.

Yan Hui had already laid back on the bed, his body still unable to move. With his eyes open, he seemed to be hallucinating.

"Uncle Junior, is the eighth-grade Danzong you are talking about me?"

"Yes, it's you. When you get better, you should survive the thunder tribulation. With so many pills, and Master's ninth-grade pills, it won't be a problem for you to survive the thunder tribulation. You can use the blood of the god-transforming monster beast to strengthen your body. It's a piece of cake!"

"When you reach the Spiritual Transformation Stage, you can refine the eighth-grade elixir. Is there any problem with that?"

Su Yan asked back calmly, "They are all good medicines that I have fed you all the way up."

It’s good to have a big sect, and that’s the advantage of having a strong background.

If it were a casual cultivator, it would take a lot of time and energy to collect these, and he would have to go into various secret realms to look for opportunities. If he was not careful, he would end up dead.

"Well, what if there is a problem?" Yan Hui blinked and asked weakly.

"Then take more pills and strengthen your body. I will go find a demon beast in the God Transformation Stage for you."

Su Yan's eyes were firm. She had already said what she wanted. How could she be slapped in the face? Where could she put her face? Of course not.

"Then, then I have no problem!"

Yan Hui answered timidly. He was afraid to experience that feeling worse than death again. When he thought about it, he wanted to cut his master into pieces. But if he compared the two, he felt that his junior uncle was more terrifying.

No matter what, he must succeed in becoming a god, for himself and for his junior master.

Gradually firm eyes...

Another two days passed, and the news of the fight between Dan Fairy of Dan Sect and Elder Ziyuan of Yingyue Sect spread throughout the Great Qing Dynasty, and even the other two dynasties came to watch the fun.

It's more like taking advantage than watching the fun.

According to the success rate of ordinary alchemists, someone like Yao Zun can refine ten pills. Eight is usually the limit, and more often than not, there are six pills in one furnace. The alchemist has to take out a few more, so there are only a few left.

The higher the grade of the elixir, the more difficult it is to refine and the lower the success rate.

Only Su Yan dared to say directly that the success rate of making eighth-grade pills would be eight, and he would not charge a penny.

According to Sect Master Ye, the highest success rate of the previous Elder Ziyuan was eight pills, so Su Yan chose this number.

After she asked Yu Zhengqing to say it, Zi Yuan had no choice but to accept it.

Therefore, many people from sects and dynasties came and brought elixirs with them. No matter which one they bought, they would be the ones to profit.

Dan City once again welcomed a large number of cultivators, some wanted to get a bargain, and of course there were also those who brought high-level spiritual medicines to sell for a good price.

To refine a large number of eighth-grade pills, it is also necessary to collect high-level spiritual medicines.

The inns in the city were overcrowded, the houses were temporarily filled with monks, and the Dan Sect also welcomed waves of visitors.

The demon tribe that never came out of the world actually left the demon world and visited the Dan Sect openly.