I handed over the world of immortality to the state

Chapter 9 Unexpected Disaster (please read more)

Ling Feidu looked at Su Run curiously and asked: "How to open the pattern...?"

"No one stipulates that alchemy must be done in a disciplined manner, right? We can make it as simple and healthy as possible. Can't we use other things to replace cinnabar? For example...starch? I remember that the cat food my cat eats is made through Starch is used to shape it.”

Cat... cat food?
Ling Feidu and Xue Rou couldn't help but twitch their lips.

It’s true that you need to open up your mind, but are you going too far?
Immortal cultivators.

What a panacea.

You just dragged it into the hands of a beast. Doesn't this really undermine the lofty character of the immortal cultivator?You might as well use a pressure cooker to make elixirs.

Is it really a layman's way of looking at the mountain?

Mr. Su can personally enter the world of immortality, so he thinks that immortality cultivators are nothing more than this?

Although Ling Feidu was speechless, he still answered honestly from a professional point of view: "No, the temperature is too high, the starch will be burned directly to ash, and the shelf life of cinnabar is extremely long. I am afraid that starch can only be stored for a year and a half. broken."

"The one-year shelf life is enough."

Su Run spread his hands and said: "The current method of alchemy is actually like old-fashioned popcorn, which is directly expanded by extreme high temperatures. But what if we change the method of alchemy, for example... low-temperature baking?"

Xue Rou said speechlessly: "Isn't this still cat food?"

"Low temperature...use starch instead of cinnabar, through long-term baking..."

Ling Feidu muttered.

As a professional, he knows more than Xue Rou. For example, many ancient medicinal prescriptions are actually baked to bring out the medicinal properties of Chinese herbal medicines.

So although the way Su Run said it was ridiculous, in a sense...

He said thoughtfully: "Mr. Su, if you don't mind that failure will waste these precious spiritual plants, I can try it, but let's talk ugly first. If you want the low-grade Nayuan Dan from before, I can keep it flowing. It is refined for you, but your so-called baking elixir...this...this...there are really a lot of difficulties that need to be overcome..."

"Try it. If I can really make a non-toxic elixir, then my chances of breaking through the third level of Qi refining will be greatly increased!"

Su Run smiled and said: "Alchemy is originally a skill from another world. We use technological means to reproduce it. In fact, it has completely deviated from the orthodox alchemy channels. In this case, why do we still have to pay attention to their rules? Practice the elixir Can't it just come out? We only need to ensure the proportions of the formula, and the refining method is not so particular."

Xue Rou asked: "Is there anyone in the world of immortality who does this?"

"No."

Su Run had just had a whim before, but he soon discovered the superiority of this method. He said: "Even if a monk from the Mahayana stage comes, I'm afraid it will be difficult to keep the flames of his true essence at the same time." The temperature remains unchanged for several hours, right? After all, it is a human being, not a machine. Apart from the power of technology, it is probably impossible for pure human power to achieve this level of maintenance for such extremely delicate operations, right?"

"What you said makes sense, I'm completely speechless."

Xue Rou suddenly discovered that alchemy, which was originally a high-end and high-end thing, had become extremely down-to-earth after Su Run did this.
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And just when Su Run suddenly discovered the new continent.

Immortal world.

Zhuquefang City, in the four narrow alleys.

A drunken figure staggered into a narrow courtyard door with a staggering step that he did not recognize.

By the way, he kicked the threshold and flew it far away.

The sound of banging echoed far away in this otherwise silent alley.

The alley was narrow and the residences were densely packed, so the sound disturbed everyone around.

Someone stuck his head out impatiently, as if he wanted to scold him, but when he saw the person coming, his face suddenly changed in fear, and he quickly retracted his head.

Those who can live on this spiritual vein must either have a certain skill or have a solid foundation of cultivation.

But no one wanted to bring bad luck to this drunkard.

"Who?! How dare you break the half-refined amulet of Master Dao? Can you afford to pay for the loss to Master Dao?"

Lin Yuanzhi rushed out angrily.

After learning that Su Run probably did not intend to trade with him, but would fight to the end, his flattery and concern for Su Run had disappeared, and he looked completely rude again.

therefore……

Lin Yuanzhi returned to his lawless appearance in these four narrow alleys.

But the anger on his face froze when he saw the person coming. The originally angry look instantly turned into a flattering smile, and he exclaimed: "Yang...fellow Taoist? Why are you here?"

The visitor looked drunk, his clothes were messy, and there was a red lip print on his neck.

Needless to say, he had clearly just come out of Zuichun Tower. "Why, Mr. Yang, can't I come?"

Yang Ling stared at Lin Yuanzhi with a pair of drunken eyes and sneered: "Lin Yuanzhi, Lin Yuanzhi, you are so capable. How dare you call yourself Taoist in front of your Master Yang..."

"No... I don't dare... I really don't know that it's Fellow Daoist Yang who is in front of me."

Lin Yuanzhi's elder Yang Ling is at least in his twenties, but the way he calls himself "younger brother" now is smooth and natural.

"Did you also call me fellow Taoist?"

Yang Ling shook his body, as if he wanted to kick Lin Yuanzhi, but he almost fell to the ground as soon as his feet left the ground, and he quickly stopped and supported the wall.

He said arrogantly: "My surname is Lin. I usually call you fellow Taoist to give you face. If I give you face, you just keep it. Why, do you want to dance too?"

"No... I don't dare. Master Yang, you have misunderstood. I was just interrupted while making the talisman. I really didn't know it was you, Master Yang. I don't know what you are doing here, Master Yang."

Lin Yuanzhi almost cried.

This person has a pretty face when he is sober, but he still has some face to others, and his mouth is still short when he eats people...

Who knew the wine quality was so bad, now it's like a firecracker, exploding at the drop of a lick.

"I'm not looking for you, where is Su Run? Hey... I am somewhat of a number one in Zhuquefang City. There are not many people who dare to tease Master Yang like this. This Su Run is considered the number one."

"Are you here to see Su Run?"

Lin Yuanzhi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. He was afraid that he had come to see him specially.

"But an invitation is worse than a chance encounter. Now that we have met, Fellow Daoist Lin, I used the two ice arrow talismans I took from you during my last training. Oh, by the way, there are also two blood-burning talismans. You can give them to me." Let me make up for it."

Lin Yuanzhi: "………………"

"That's... of course... no problem."

Lin Yuanzhi gritted his teeth with hatred and said with a smile: "But business is more important right now. Let me help you call Daoist Su out first."

He couldn't help but curse.

Damn it, what are you doing teasing this bitch?
Or you just flirted with a bitch, and even invited him to your home. Do you really think that this yard belongs to you alone?

Su Run, you deserve death.

He knocked on the door and called, "Fellow Daoist Su, Fellow Daoist Su?"

No one answered.

There was silence in the house, no sound at all.

He exclaimed: "Not there?!"

"Oh...he's not here. Is this kid hiding from me on purpose? Hmph...if you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple. I'll come here to catch you next time, but this time, it's not two Nayuan Pills. It can be solved..."

Yang Ling sneered and turned to look at Lin Yuanzhi.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, the talisman I mentioned before..."

"I...I'll get it for you right now!"

Lin Yuanzhi almost cried, what a disaster.

Yang Ling asked: "How many spirit stones are there?"

"Look at what you said, you don't regard Lin as a friend."

Lin Yuanzhi said politely with a smile on his face: "Don't mention money among friends. It's customary to mention money... If you need it next time, just come."

"That's right. Anyway, I have to catch Su Run next time. Humph, this guy named Su is really dishonest. Unlike you, Daoist friend Lin, you dared to break the promise of the elixir that you promised me. You were reluctant to give it to me and never promised it in the first place. What I hate the most is people who don’t keep their word... Fellow Daoist Lin, you are more honest."

"That's that."

Hearing Yang Ling's compliment, Lin Yuanzhi felt flattered.

He felt even more comfortable especially when he heard him belittle Su Run.

Just as he was about to reply with a few kind words, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

He raised his head, with a solemn look on his face, and asked in silence: "Fellow Daoist Yang, what did you just... say? Pill? What pill?"

(End of this chapter)