Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Duanmu Lan was still the first to refine the medicine, and then Wang Qiye completed the final crucial step.

After all the medicinal liquids are blended together, put an inner pill full of demonic power into it, start absorbing the medicinal liquid, and then continuously fill the demon pill with one's own spiritual energy until not even a drop can be absorbed.

In this way, a furnace of fake elixir is ready.

After refining ten furnaces in a row, Wang Qiye was already sweating profusely. Fortunately, he was just refining the same kind of elixir, so his mental strength could still support it.

Duanmu Lan watched so many furnaces from the side, and even saw every bit of Wang Qiye's spiritual power running. There was indeed a big difference between using a sixth-level alchemy furnace and using a divine alchemy furnace to refine fake pills.

Only the fake elixir refined in a sixth-order elixir furnace is the most intuitive, and people can understand it after just one look.

When it came to the eleventh furnace, she took charge of it herself, refining it according to Wang Qiye's method, and she did it quite well.

Wang Qiye nodded with satisfaction. Everything that could be taught had been taught to her. She had already learned it all and had demonstrated 80% of her proficiency in her first attempt at refining. She believed that if she refined a few more furnaces tomorrow, her proficiency would reach 100%.

"Let's go out for dinner. You're exhausted today." Wang Qiye said.

Duanmu Lan, who was about to refine another furnace, withdrew her hand upon hearing this and wiped the sweat off her face. In fact, she could have persisted in refining two more furnaces without any problem, but before she knew it, it was indeed time for dinner.

Well, I'll do it tomorrow. I can't finish refining these fake pills in one day anyway.

"Let's go." Duanmu Lan responded.

The two then left the alchemy room, ending a hard but fulfilling day of alchemy.

Qingyun Peak.

Lingjingzhai.

In the evening, Wang Qiye did not eat in the house, he had two tables of people to attend. At this moment, he had already arrived at Tianxiang Tower.

Looking up, the building is magnificent and brightly lit.

He glanced at the message on the jade pendant, which read "Box 2, 5nd Floor", and walked in.

"Master, how many of you are there? Do you have an appointment?" the servant came forward and asked enthusiastically.

"Box No. 2 on the 5nd floor." Wang Qiye responded in a faint tone.

"Please go upstairs, both of you." The servant gestured respectfully.

Wang Qiye and Shuanghua followed him and slowly went up the stairs.

The stairs were covered with soft carpets, and the sound of footsteps was quietly absorbed. Their figures, illuminated by the lights, appeared steady and calm.

"Oh! The protagonist of today's banquet is finally here." Zhu Qishan was sharp-eyed and saw it first, and shouted out loudly.

After Wang Qiye came in, he quickly looked around and saw that everyone in the flag-grabbing battle group, including Senior Sister Murong, Li Liu, Ningxia, Li Jingyi, and Ji Nianshi, were all present.

He clasped his hands together, with an apologetic smile on his face: "I'm sorry, everyone. I'm late."

White Wolf bowed and saluted, saying loudly, "We just arrived not long ago, waiter, serve the food."

Soon, two tables were filled with sumptuous spiritual bird feasts. The wine was the lowest grade brewed by Xiaoyao Sanren, but it cost 100 spiritual stones per pot.

Shuanghua raised her hand slightly and gently picked up the wine jug. Her movements were extremely skillful and smooth, like flowing clouds and water, and she filled the wine glasses on the table one by one.

Bai Lang was the first to pick up the wine glass and said in a loud voice: "Come, today let's congratulate Wang Qiye for his successful entry into the Golden Core stage. From now on, he will officially embark on the road of cultivation. His future will definitely be bright and promising."

All the fellow disciples responded and raised their glasses in unison.

Seeing this, Wang Qiye quickly picked up his wine glass and declared proudly: "Today, everyone must eat and drink well, and don't go home until you are drunk."

After that, everyone drank the wine in their glasses and then sat down.

Ting Yu Jian smiled, his eyes full of admiration, and said, "Wang Qiye, your advancement to the Golden Core Realm this time really makes us envious."

Wang Qiye responded modestly: "Junior brother, you are too kind. I am just luckier."

Bai Lang continued, "Luck is also a part of strength. You have to take better care of us brothers in the future."

Wang Qiye quickly responded, "Of course, of course. Tomorrow everyone goes to Yueyu Tower to pick out a second-tier magic weapon, and everyone gets a 50% discount."

When everyone present heard this, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they understood in their hearts that Wang Qiye was taking care of everyone. Wang Qiye is now a wealthy landlord, and he just came out of the secret realm some time ago. I think this trip must have been fruitful.

Everyone stopped being polite with him and said with a smile, "Then we must go and show our support tomorrow."

Wang Qiye took a bite of food and swallowed it slowly to suppress the smell of alcohol, then turned his head to Bai Lang. "I just heard about your situation recently, please accept my condolences."

The forced smile on Bai Lang's face collapsed instantly, and he said with a gloomy look: "Life and death are unpredictable, this is the fate of every treasure hunter. We have been treasure hunting for five years, and we are lucky enough to have only one death this time."

There was a trace of desolation on everyone's face. The death of Lao Hu and Yun Ruoyan was indeed a big blow to everyone.

Wang Qiye said softly: "It's good to be able to come back alive. After all, that is the tomb of a fifth-level boss."

When they were entrusted to Lao Hu, I thought Lao Hu had been walking on thin ice in the past few years. I didn't expect that this time, he would capsize in the gutter again.

Bai Lang looked a little lonely. "In the end, I didn't have the strength to take them down, so I had to sell the news. It was also a way to help them settle down."

They were somewhat unwilling to accept this. There must be some sinister traps waiting for them behind the tomb of such a big shot. But the dead could not wait. Without some resettlement money, they would not have the face to deliver the urn.

Wang Qiye was silent for a long time before he asked, "Are you planning to disband this time, or stay silent for a few years?"

After a brief thought, White Wolf responded, "Keep going. Although this line of work is risky, it can also be very rewarding. All in all, it's much safer than going to the secret realm."

Wang Qiye looked surprised: "Are you still planning to do it?"

Bai Lang nodded: "I will take the lead this time. Li Jingyi will join us. There is another candidate. We have investigated three candidates this month. We will have a result next month."

Wang Qiye nodded without comment. It seemed that he had put too much pressure on this group of people.

Everyone entered the foundation-building stage at the same time, but I have already reached the Dan stage. The strongest among them, White Wolf, has only reached the seventh level of foundation-building.

With their qualifications, if they kept moving forward steadily, they would be able to form a pill sooner or later. But now everyone would rather take risks and continue to be a treasure hunter, obviously to push themselves.

What he didn't expect was that Li Jingyi would be attracted to this kind of story and want to join this line of work. He wasn't too worried about her safety, but he was just worried that she would be "hooted" by one of them.

Wang Qiye couldn't even take care of his family's affairs. Lei Siyu had returned to her parents' home these days, so he was able to take a breath, so how could he have the mood to care about such trivial matters?

"Old Hu asked me to sell something, and I just sold it these few days. Please help me deliver it to his house." After Wang Qiye finished speaking, he transferred the income from the three boxes of elixirs in the secret realm, a total of 15,000 spirit stones, to Bai Lang.

Bai Lang took a look at the money that had arrived, and his eyes instantly turned red. He picked up the wine glass in front of him, and said in a choked voice: "I thank you on behalf of Lao Hu."

Wang Qiye also raised the wine glass in front of him and nodded slightly to him.

The two of them drank it all in one gulp.

White Wolf spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of heaviness and regret.

"Originally, Lao Hu did not support us setting foot in that dangerous place, but none of us noticed any danger and rushed in relying on our skills and courage.

Yun Ruoyan's several mechanical puppets explored the way first and were safe and sound. Then Xiaoxiao began to crack the formation. At this time, everything was still normal.

However, just after the formation was cracked, the mechanism of the entire tomb suddenly changed. Only then did we realize that we had fallen into a trap.

It is already difficult to withdraw at this time.

Fortunately, this tomb is very old and the prohibitions were not yet in place, which gave us an opportunity.

Everyone braved the blockade of the machine gun, fought and retreated, and finally managed to retreat.

It’s embarrassing to say that in the end, we didn’t even get to see the tomb-guarding spirit, and we lost two people in there.”

White Wolf lowered his head slightly, his face full of self-blame and pain. His eyes were somewhat empty, as if he had returned to that thrilling scene.

His hands were clenched into fists and his body was shaking slightly, as if he was trying hard to suppress the grief and regret in his heart.

Wang Qiye knew in his heart that the fifth-level cultivator must be a sinister and cunning person. The layers of traps before him, like nesting dolls, had already harmed countless cultivators.

As for the last treacherous man, it is really hard to say whether there will be anything valuable placed in his tomb.

Perhaps there is nothing in the tomb, or perhaps over the course of a long time, anything that may have existed has already decayed.

However, this is the life of treasure hunters. As long as they are still alive, they may easily lose their lives because of a vague clue.

The lives of the second-level cultivators were so worthless. Just five thousand spirit stones were enough to make them hang their heads on their belts at all times, constantly wandering in danger.

Wang Qiye did not try to persuade them. After all, everyone has their own path to take. He just put down his chopsticks, nodded slightly, and said softly, "Be careful next time."

The white wolf took a bite of the bird leg and responded incoherently, "I will."

This made Wang Qiye feel even more depressed. Before he knew it, he was drunk again.

The alcohol was pouring down his head, and he felt dizzy and his vision was blurry. His body tilted and he was about to fall under the table.

Fortunately, Shuanghua was quick to reach out and support him, so that he did not make a fool of himself.

Seeing that Wang Qiye was already very drunk, Shuanghua nodded slightly to everyone and bowed respectfully. Then, she carefully supported Wang Qiye and slowly left.

Everyone just looked at their backs sadly and watched them leave quietly.

Before going downstairs, Shuanghua did not forget to settle the bill for 2,200 spirit stones in the private room.