After the ascent failed

Chapter 45 Soul Art Forbidden Curse
No one believed that Ye Chunyang was an alchemist.

Not to mention asking him, a low-level monk in the Qi refining period, to distinguish the authenticity of high-grade pills.

Fatty Qian was secretly nervous. He knew that Ye Chunyang was powerful, and that he could fly away with a single palm if he had reached the Dao Foundation Stage.

But he had never seen Ye Chunyang's alchemy with his own eyes, only heard that he healed Cheng Ye's hidden wounds, but no one except Cheng Ye himself knew how.

Ting Yu looked at the silent young man next to him, a gleam of splendor flashed in his eyes.

Whether it was Mo He's provocation or everyone's suspicion, he always sat there calmly.

Even though he knew that Ye Chunyang was not an ordinary Qi-refining cultivator, who could defeat even a strong Daoist, how tough was his mind to be so calm and calm in front of so many big men?
There was also the rejection last night, that faint look in his eyes, as if he had gone through vicissitudes and saw through the world of mortals.

Tingyu has been selling medicines in Yunbao Building for many years, and has met all kinds of people, but she has never been as mysterious as him.

"Lord Qian, it seems that the fellow Taoist next to you has no real materials. In my opinion, this Zhuxin Pill may not be destined for you." Mo He sneered.

"Master, this heart-building pill is extremely important to me. If the master can help me, I will be grateful!" Fatty Qian said sincerely.

"Ok."

Ye Chunyang nodded.

Looking at today's scene, it is impossible not to show one's hand.

Fatty Qian was overjoyed.

Mo He looked at this, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Others looked at Ye Chunyang with suspicious eyes.

Does this kid really dare to learn alchemy?
Amidst the different thoughts of the people, Ye Chunyang sat still, and said slowly: "The pill is real."

After these words fell, there was a moment of silence in the field, and then there was a burst of laughter.

Both He Lao and Cao Yu didn't even look at him.

With their eyesight, they can naturally see that the elixir is perfect, and anyone can talk nonsense, but whether they can tell the nature of the medicine is two different things.

But what Ye Chunyang said next left them dumbfounded.

"This Zhuxin Pill is indeed of high-grade quality, but it only contains three kinds of medicinal materials."

Ye Chunyang said lightly.

The whole place was quiet.

"what?"

"You heard me right?"

"There are only three medicinal materials?"

"Is this kid talking nonsense?"

"..."

A group of monks looked contemptuous and completely regarded Ye Chunyang as air.

Just now Cao Yu argued that more than 80 kinds of medicinal materials have been despised by Mr. He, and now this brat threatens that there are only three kinds. Isn't this slapping two senior alchemists in the face?

Only when Ye Chunyang said this, the faces of the old man surnamed Zhuo and Mo He changed slightly.

"This elixir has been cursed, so when you detect it with your spiritual sense, you will have the illusion that it has extremely high medicinal properties."

Ye Chunyang smiled lightly and shook his head.

"This elixir is indeed Zhuxin Pill, but it is far from top-grade, at most it is in the middle-grade."

As soon as these words came out, the entire venue fell silent again.

Cao Yu and He Lao also showed shock at this moment.

"The kid is full of nonsense, how dare you say that the old man's elixir is not of the highest grade?"

A furious voice sounded.

The old man surnamed Zhuo stared at Ye Chunyang gloomyly, his palms were full of energy, and he seemed to be ready to strike at any time.

"Fellow Daoist Zhuo, this is the Wanding Tower, are you going to provoke the city lord's mansion and the majesty of the other factions?" Old He squinted at the old man surnamed Zhuo.

The face of the old man surnamed Zhuo changed.

The City Lord's Mansion of Yunlan City is called the imperial court, but in fact it is also the Xiuxian family. There is a family elder who has reached the spiritual realm and sits in charge, with a very high reputation.

And this Wanding Conference is also hosted by the City Lord's Mansion, and other factions jointly maintain it.

The old man surnamed Zhuo prided himself on his cultivation of a small achievement in the Dao Foundation Realm, which can be done without restraint in other places, but here he has to be in awe.

"Boy, since you said that this pill is not of the highest grade, I want to hear what you have to say." Mr. He turned his gaze to Ye Chunyang, "If you aim at nothing, you should know the consequences."

Ye Chunyang smiled lightly, not taking it seriously.

He flicked his fingers, and a void ripple appeared in the air.

Before everyone could see clearly, there was a clear sound of "Bo" in Mr. He's hand.

Under these ripples of nothingness, emerald green rays of light rolled up on the surface of Zhuxin Pill, and everyone felt that their spiritual consciousness was surging in their minds. When they regained their composure, they suddenly found that one of the three spirit patterns on the surface of the pill had become dim, and the aura Volatility also dropped sharply by three points.

"What's the matter, why are there only two spirit patterns left?"

"Could it be that this Zhuxin Pill is really only middle-grade?"

"Old monster Zhuo, how do you explain this matter?"

All eyes stared at the old man surnamed Zhuo.

He Lao and Cao Yu showed great shock after the change of this alchemy.

At this time, they suddenly felt that there were indeed only three medicinal properties in this elixir. Although they were all the main medicinal materials of Zhuxin Pill, their medicinal properties were obviously much worse.

"This elixir has been enchanted by human souls, so everyone can't see its essence clearly." Ye Chunyang said.

On the opposite side, the old man surnamed Zhuo's expression changed drastically, and he turned to look at Mo He with shock and doubt in his eyes.

Mo He sat quietly in the same place, frowning deeply, and didn't pay any attention to it.

"Your Excellency can see that there is a forbidden soul spell on this elixir, could it be soul cultivation?"

Suddenly, Mr. He turned his head to look at Ye Chunyang, with a solemn look on his face.

Hearing the word "soul cultivator", the expressions of all the monks changed slightly, and the way they looked at Ye Chunyang was obviously different.

Mo He was also gloomy.

If this person is a soul cultivator, then he really can't be judged by an ordinary qi refining cultivator.

"Could it be that what was pulled out this time was not a mule or a horse, but a real dragon?"

A look of shock flashed in Mo He's eyes.

"Soul Cultivation?"

Ye Chunyang frowned darkly.

"The soul technique on this elixir is not very good, so I can see it at a glance."

He casually replied.

Seeing his indifference, everyone was surprised.

This is Mr. He, who has a high prestige in Yunlan City. It is they who have small prejudices in the Daoist realm and may salute him politely, but this young man at the third level of refining Qi has no respect for him.

But when they thought of the other party's identity as a soul cultivator, everyone immediately felt relieved.

Even He Lao's initial displeasure quickly dissipated.

Soul cultivators may not have high spiritual power and physical cultivation, but they possess all kinds of unpredictable soul techniques, which can easily invade the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness and kill people invisible.

It is said that a successful soul cultivator can obliterate other people's souls with a flick of a finger, making people lose their spirits.

This single elixir has a forbidden soul spell, which even Elder He couldn't see, but this person has made it clear that he is so aloof and indifferent in front of the Daoist monks. If he doesn't have something to rely on, how dare he despise everyone ?

At this time, the old man surnamed Zhuo had already turned pale.

He was secretly glad that he had resisted not doing anything just now, otherwise he would have provoked the majesty of the City Lord's Mansion and other factions, and offended a high-ranking soul cultivator.
Ye Chunyang was silent, and said to Fatty Qian after a long time: "This pill is indeed a heart-building pill, but it is still far from the top grade. It is up to you to buy it or not."

Fatty Qian hesitated for a moment.

Others also stared at the old man surnamed Zhuo with gloomy eyes.

All the people present were famous and powerful people nearby, how could this old bastard dare to do this in front of them, how could he tolerate it?

The old man surnamed Zhuo glanced at Mo He coldly, and his heart was full after eating him.

In fact, this Zhuxin Pill was made by Mo He. One of them is just a bad face, the other is a red face. The old man surnamed Zhuo has no idea that there is a forbidden spell in this pill.

Mo He asked him to sell this pill, this is to push him into the pit of fire!
Now that he is notorious for selling fake pills in the Wanding Conference, he may have to go into hiding in other countries in the future.

"Fellow Daoist Zhuo, please explain this matter to the deacons of each faction! If you want to come to the Wanding Meeting in the future, you are not qualified to participate in the meeting!"

He Lao stared at the old man surnamed Zhuo coldly.

The monks showed gloating looks.

In addition to being an alchemist enshrined by the City Lord's Mansion, Mr. He himself is also one of the deacons of the Wanding Association. If it falls into his hands, the old man surnamed Zhuo will probably end up badly.

The old man surnamed Zhuo looked ashen, looked at Mo He, his lips moved silently, as if he was saying something via voice transmission.

Mo He frowned, indifferent.

"Friend Zhuo, let's go!"

He Lao waved his hand impatiently.

"Wait a minute!"

Just then, a voice came from somewhere.

"This Zhuxin pill, I want it!"

Fatty Qian stood up from his seat.

The others were astonished when they heard this.

This Zhuxin Pill is not top grade, and everyone couldn't figure out why Fatty Qian wanted to take it.

The old man surnamed Zhuo was overjoyed when he heard Fatty Qian's words.

As long as the elixir can be sold, after arguing with the deacons of various factions, it can't be considered that he is selling fake elixir.

While everyone was surprised, Fatty Qian had already thrown out a bulging Qiankun bag.

"There are [-] spirit stones in here, and it should be enough to buy your middle-grade Zhuxin Pill."

The old man surnamed Zhuo was overjoyed.

After counting the spirit stones, he immediately lifted the transaction restriction on the pill, threw it to Fatty Qian, and then followed Mr. He away with a relaxed expression.

Mr. He frowned. Although there were some problems with the elixir of the old man surnamed Zhuo, after all, someone was willing to trade with him, and he couldn't stop him.

Just before leaving, he took a deep look at Ye Chunyang who was still indifferent in the seat, and nodded slightly as a signal.

This move seemed random, but everyone present knew that, in his capacity as Mr. He, he must be paying special attention to a monk at the third level of Qi refining.

Immediately, everyone's eyes on Ye Chunyang became serious, and they didn't dare to despise Ye Chunyang at all.

Ye Chunyang was noncommittal about this. Although this old man had some alchemy talent, he was far behind Qi Cheng Ye.

Even Cheng Ye couldn't get into his eyes, let alone such a low-level alchemist as He Lao.

"Let's go!"

After staying for a while, there were no other treasures that attracted him, so Ye Chunyang lost interest and got up first to leave.

Fatty Qian took Zhuxin Pill, feeling very satisfied in his heart. Seeing this, he hastily and respectfully followed.

Listening to the rain followed.

Seeing this scene, the monks couldn't help being dumbfounded again.

This Fatty Qian is a master at the Dao Basic Realm, but he follows behind a kid at the third level of Qi Refining like a running dog.

Could it be that he is really a big shot?

Only Mo He looked sideways, his expression a little uncertain.

(End of this chapter)