From a young medicine seller to a Taoist master

At this moment, the black and white energies merged into one, and Ying Zijian's figure appeared.

It's you, damn it, how could it be possible? The man suppressed his anger and exclaimed.

I didn't expect it was you, but it's worth it that I waited here for two days, Ying Zijian said calmly.

Since you are here, you might as well die here. The man turned his eyes and left. Ying Zijian followed him. The two of them left the well so that they could attack with all their strength.

There was a lot of rain falling from the sky. It was a heavy rain.

Ying Zijian controlled the raindrops, turned them into water blades, and rushed towards him. He swept out with the sword and the thunderous sword energy.

Thunder burst out from the man's body, and the rain around him turned into a water shield, and the water blades had no effect on it.

The sword energy and thunder kept colliding with his thunder sword, which showed how terrifying his experience and control were. Although he had a lot of experience, he still couldn't resist and slowly fell into a disadvantage.

In order to break this situation, he controlled the rain, which melted the ice and blocked Ying Zijian's offensive.

But he also knows this move, the ground cracks, shattering all the ice walls, turning them into ice blades, counterattacking, but being blocked by the water wall.

Thousands of trees pierce my heart and fallen leaves dance in the air.

But when he used thunder magic, it was raining and the thunder formed a minefield, which he wanted to resolve quickly.

But this is exactly what Ying Zijian wanted to see. The space was folded, and all the heavenly thunder was drawn away, wasting a lot of spiritual energy in vain.

Damn it, why? Why did you hinder me? You should have left when I took the token. Why did you...? The man said angrily.

The sky wind was broken, the water blade storm, and the violent wind-like attacks surrounded the man. Even if the man was surrounded by water shields and lightning shields, it was useless. Waves of roars came from him.

After the storm dissipated, the man was covered with wounds.

It creates ripples on the water and recovers the damage done to itself.

You forced me to do this, to deliver a thundering blow that would shake the mountains and rivers.

Ying Zijian felt the shock in this area.

He knew this was the opponent's final blow.

Duan Ting Feng Hua, two powerful forces gathered together. But in the end, Ying Zijian was better.

The sword split the sky and earth, and hit the man, forcibly cutting him in half. The move backfired, but he still had a breath left. (Most of these are just adjectives, for the sake of easier writing.)

The man vomited blood, his black hair turned white, and he stood up with difficulty, laughing loudly, as if mocking Yingchuan or himself. He laughed so hard that tears came out.

What are you laughing at? Ying Zijian asked with a curled lip.

You and I are the same kind of people, except that you are more talented than me, just like an ant and a dragon.

My talent is not that good.

Almost there, kid, do you know how many spiritual roots I had back then? Two spiritual roots.

He seemed to not care about anything anymore and just kept talking to himself.

Back then, I was a branch of my family, and I was diagnosed with two spiritual roots.

I was looked down upon by everyone, even by the disciples of the main lineage. At that time, I questioned the heavens, why did God give me such a rubbish talent? I was disappointed, inferior and sad, but I was not disappointed. I wanted to prove that a person with two spiritual roots could also become a golden elixir.

In the following days, I practiced very hard, and finally my cultivation level was the same as that of the main family's children, but I was still looked down upon. People with second spiritual roots had no future at all.

But I was unwilling to give up. Once when I went out to gain experience, my cousin found the cave of a foundation-building cultivator, and after overcoming many dangers in it, he obtained a foundation-building pill. I became very evil-minded, and while he was in a bad state, I killed him and stole the foundation-building pill, faking it to be an accidental death.

After that, I successfully established my foundation, and my family realized that there was no point in investigating further, so they gave up.

After the old patriarch died and there was no successor, it was natural for me to inherit the position of patriarch. Several decades later, I reached the middle stage of foundation building, and it was difficult to make any progress from then on. I didn't believe that this was the end of my life.

I began to look outside for ways to increase my cultivation. A few years later, when I was almost a hundred years old, I found a method: to offer a blood sacrifice to my relatives in exchange for cultivation.

I was always fighting in my heart. I didn't want to use this method at the time, but as I got older, I changed and became cold-blooded.

I faked my own death to conceal my tracks and secretly wiped out my entire family. Finally, my cultivation level improved again after many years.

The rest is what you know.

The man's black hair turned white, and he looked like an old man. He stared at Ying Zijian or Ying Chuan with a pair of lifeless eyes, and died silently.

Yingchuan's heart was slightly shaken, but his determination to pursue immortality was even stronger.

Ying Zijian came to the bottom of the well and took all the things.

The rain was pouring down, getting heavier and heavier.

Then, Ying Zijian burned the place down and left quietly.

He returned to the sect, handed in the disciple's token, and received more than 2,000 contribution points.

He returned to the cave and disappeared.

Yingchuan sorted out his harvest this time, including several pill recipes, all of which were of great use to him.

There are not many spirit stones and not many magic weapons.

Anyway, I'm quite poor.

Yingchuan had the elixir he needed, so he planned to refine it.

He took out the alchemy furnace and lit the spiritual fire.

Zengyuan Pill is suitable for the middle stage of foundation building.

Just like refining medicine and refining equipment, there are regulations on what to add and how much to add at what time.

Put in all the herb, purple star fruit, and nine-yang fungus.

Yingchuan concentrated on controlling the temperature, and his hands were constantly providing spiritual power.

The elixir changes in it, shedding its mundane appearance, and its most essential essence is extracted and slowly merges into one.

The medicinal properties of the three elixirs collided and blended, merged into one, and new properties were slowly born.

At this time, Yingchuan added auxiliary drugs to stimulate the medicinal properties and better demonstrate the medicinal properties.

Jade Wheel Flower and Purple Palace Ginseng, two auxiliary medicines, are added in the amount specified in the pill recipe.

The addition of two auxiliary drugs stimulates the medicinal properties of the three main drugs and guides the changes in the medicinal properties.

Yingchuan realized that the time was almost up, but he was not in a hurry. He had no idea how many times he had practiced making the elixir, and he was as steady as an old dog.

He performed it according to the method written on the pill recipe, and relied on Sihua's technique to hit the pill furnace.

Finally, add the spiritual extract and you’re done.

When the alchemy furnace was opened, a burst of white mist rose, accompanied by bursts of fragrance, and a green, flawless pill appeared.

Zengyuan Pill, a spiritual pill for the foundation-building period, usually costs around tens of thousands of low-grade spiritual stones on the market.

He summoned his black and white clones and asked them to serve as his slaves so that he could refine more pills while they were free.

He took out the two magical alchemy furnaces he had obtained earlier and laid out the elixirs.

The three of them kept refining pills.

Two days later, Yingchuan finally vomited.

After all, he had to be on his toes all the time and it was very boring, so he planned to go out for a walk.

However, with the two clones working together, he managed to refine hundreds of medicinal pills, and the elixir was almost gone.

He was like a street urchin, but he walked steadily and not so unrestrainedly. After all, being handsome is a lifelong thing and no normal person wants to die suddenly in society.