The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

Chi pointed at the discolored Taichu Life Stone and said to the old man, "Is this okay?"

The old man nodded.

It worked, more than worked. It was far better than he'd expected. While it hadn't completely eliminated the evil spirit, it had been completely suppressed. If he refined it again, even if it still wouldn't reach top-tier levels, at least it wouldn't be trash.

However, the old man wondered, "Why does your flame have this effect?"

With the old man's sharp eyesight, it was not difficult to see that this flame did not rely on traditional high temperature, but relied on an alternative kind of pressure to suppress the source of the evil spirit.

The old man was genuinely curious: could humans possess such a flame? How wonderful it would be if such a flame could be used in alchemy?

"A secret." Chi was reluctant to say more.

"Okay." The old man didn't force it.

He walked forward, took a deep breath, and with some nervousness and anticipation, reached out and touched the surface of the stone.

Three years later, this was the first time he touched this precious ore that he had abandoned.

His heart was beating so fast at this moment, just like a young girl in love who was about to meet her lover.

The old man's palm covered the ore, and the hot and hard feeling came over him. It was not comfortable, but it did not cause any mental damage to him.

It actually worked!

He suddenly stood up and laughed heartily, as if venting all the frustration he had felt at being rejected by the stone. God knew how much of a blow it was to an alchemist to be rejected by the ore he loved.

After laughing, he suddenly turned around and said to Chidao: "Come back in three months to get your axe."

Chi frowned, not quite satisfied: "So long."

The old man rolled his eyes at him and snorted, "Do you think alchemy is easy?"

Especially with such precious materials, he had to carefully design it from beginning to end before proceeding. He would be heartbroken if he wasted even a little bit.

He waved his hand to send him away: "Go away, go away, you have already made your choice. If you have no other requests, just stand aside."

Then he turned to Miaomiao and said, "Which ore did you choose?"

Upon hearing this, Miaomiao turned sideways, revealing a small dark stone hill behind her.

When the old man saw the ore, a strange look appeared on his face.

He looked at Xing Yue with interest, "Is your grandson trying to play grandfather and grandson with you?"

Xing Yue: “…”

He ignored the old man and asked Xiang Miaomiao: "Do you like this?"

Miaomiao nodded.

As soon as he saw the stone, he noticed that it had an aura very similar to his grandfather's sickle. As expected, they should be made of the same material, which made Miaomiao feel very close to it.

Of course, just being close isn't enough.

The main reason Miaomiao chose it was because he thought the stone was very suitable for making chains. Just by getting close to it, he could feel that his magic power was suppressed by this piece of ore. Such a large piece of ore should be able to produce a lot.

"This is the Wild Heart Meteorite, which is one of the hardest ones. This piece of meteorite is the material left over from when I made the sickle. It is too cold and difficult to fuse with other materials, so I have never used it. It just happens that I am giving it to you now." The old man nodded.

This Wild Heart Meteorite is also a very rare material. The fact that he has successfully created a divine artifact shows how high the upper limit of this material is.

However, the flaws were also obvious: works crafted from Desolate Heart Meteorite were very picky about their owners. Just like the sickle in Xing Yue's hand, it had passed through thirteen owners before it came into his hands, and each one had been killed by the sickle's backlash.

Although Xing Yue was not attacked by the sickle, he still had to suppress the murderous aura of the sickle for many years. Sometimes when he could no longer suppress it, he had to fight with the sickle. As a result, the sickle was broken and he had to ask the old man to repair it.

The old man didn't know if Xing Yue had mentioned this to his grandson, but he still reminded him out of humanitarianism: "Don't stay with weapons made of Desolate Heart Meteorite Iron for too long."

Miaomiao blinked and responded obediently. He also only planned to treat the chain as a trump card and would not use it often.

"Is there anything else?" the old man asked Xing Yue.

Xing Yue turned to Miaomiao again and asked, "Did you take the three beads that your Grandpa Sang gave you?"

Miaomiao exclaimed, "I brought it."

He hurriedly took out three beads from his pocket, one large and two small. The large one was ice blue in color, and the two small ones were jade white. Their appearance made the air feel fresh.

This was a gift from Sang Mo when he became his disciple. It was for protection. Miaomiao always carried it with him, and he rarely got sick since then.

Xing Yue picked up the beads and threw them to the old man, saying, "Help him refine these beads and make them into jewelry or something less conspicuous."

The old man took it speechlessly: "Can't you string them together yourself?"

He was asked to do it just for a few beads.

But after touching the bead, his expression suddenly changed as if he realized something, and he asked in surprise, "Where did you get this thing?"

One Dust-Repelling Bead and two Returning Origin Beads?

The Guiyuan Pearl was relatively easy to deal with; while rare, he had seen it before, and it could quickly restore health. But he had only heard of the Bichen Pearl. Its ability to bring the dead back to life was unrealistic. Even with the limitation that it only worked within half an hour of death, its value was no less than that of a divine artifact.

Xing Yue said calmly, "It's a gift from his other grandfather. It would be too conspicuous if you just show it to others. Find a way to change its appearance and add some other camouflage effects to make sure no one else notices it."

Old man: “…Okay.”

He pulled out a notebook from his pocket and quickly wrote a row of names on it, then tore up the paper and threw it to Xing Yue, "Old rules, you know."

Xing Yue nodded lightly and put the paper into the space.

The moment they handed it over, Miaomiao noticed with her sharp eyes that the paper was densely packed with the names of various rare materials.

For an alchemist at the old man's level, wealth such as gold coins is just a thing of the past. After resolving the greatest hatred in his life, the only thing he can pursue in his life is to delve into the next top-notch work.

Miaomiao finally understood why her grandfather always had to go out from time to time. In addition to bringing him fresh food, he must be helping the old man find ingredients.

After confirming the commission, the three of them left the old man’s secret warehouse through the alchemy circle and took a carriage back home.

In reality, only less than two days had passed. But when the dark and quiet forest appeared in her field of vision again, Miaomiao felt as if she had been transported to another world.

When they returned to the cabin, Sang Mo was sitting quietly at the wooden table by the window, drinking tea, just as he had done when he saw them off.

Before him lay a chess set, halfway played. Dahei, holding a black piece in his mouth, paced anxiously around the board, hesitatingly placing it on a particular square.

Sang Mo took a sip of tea, an elegant smile on his lips, and casually picked up a white piece and dropped it.

Dahei was struck by lightning instantly: "Gah!"

Lost again!

It flapped its wings in anger, flew up and yelled, "This is not fun. I don't want to play anymore!"

Just then, there was a noise outside. It turned its head suddenly, and when it saw the vague figure of the carriage, its eyes suddenly lit up and it rushed out of the door.

"Miaomiao! Miaomiao! You're back!"