Above the Immortal Cultivation

A year later, Wang Lu practiced while changing his appearance and wandering around the various large, medium and small markets in the front city. He also bought dozens of bottles of a kind of Shen Sui Dan, which is taken by the middle stage of Jin Dan. This pill is the size of a longan, and the whole body is light blue, which looks very gorgeous and intoxicating.

The price of this pill is very high. The market price of a bottle of Shen Sui Dan is 500 high-grade spirit stones.

However, this pill is in the market but not in price. Even the low-grade Shen Sui Dan requires 600 high-grade spirit stones, which makes him stretched with his empty storage bag.

Fortunately, Wang Lu was still a talisman master, so he had to go back to his old job and keep making some intermediate and low-level talismans and hand them over to Taixu to deal with. When Taixu saw the stack of talismans that Wang Lu took out: the body-destroying talisman, the ice and thunder talisman, the divine earth escape talisman, the demon-binding talisman, and the heavy water gun talisman, his eyes shone, as if he saw a rare treasure. He held these talismans with trembling hands and asked subconsciously: "Are all these talismans drawn by fellow Taoists?"

After the Six Talisman Sect was wiped out in the northern border, the spiritual talismans seemed to have lost one-tenth in an instant, which made all the talismans expensive, especially the intermediate and low-level talismans, which were even more difficult to find.

After asking, he regretted it again. Regardless of whether this person drew these dozens of high-grade intermediate talismans, as long as some specific means were used, within five years, all the expenses of the Tai family station in the front city that he was responsible for would be really worry-free.

However, what Taixu never expected was that in the past year, a steady stream of intermediate talismans flowed out from Wang Lu, and he also made a lot of money by using various channels to sell talismans.

From then on, he never asked Wang Lu whether he was a great talisman master: only by keeping silent can you make a fortune.

Wang Lu was also quite satisfied with Taixu's approach. As a large number of spirit stones flowed into his pocket, he cheered up again. He couldn't help but think of a saying in the secular world, money is the bottom line, which is so right!

For various elixirs that can increase cultivation, he wanted more, but he only bought the Shen Sui Dan. For him, to be precise, for the "Six Talismans" like Taotie, it was simply a drop in the bucket. The bulk of it was taken away by the "Six Talismans", leaving him only a little leftovers.

Fortunately, after more than a year of diligent practice, his cultivation at the beginning of the middle stage of the Golden Elixir finally improved a little. This can be regarded as a blessing in disguise. He had to sigh: The road is long and arduous, and I will search up and down.

Of course, after Taixu's one year of collection, the spiritual materials he needed were neatly placed in the courtyard.

Looking at the piles of various spiritual materials, Wang Lu's scalp tingled. He knew that the long-term retreat and alchemy plan would officially begin. He only hoped that the Kuiniu Shendan that he had prepared for so long would not disappoint him.

Wang Lu arranged a set of formations that he bought at a high price in the courtyard without any error, and then made a spell on the formation plate. In an instant, an invisible colorless light covered the entire courtyard, and he was completely relieved.

After bathing and burning incense, he took out the "Kui Niu Treading on the Sky" and placed it on the stone table. Wang Lu knelt down and prayed devoutly.

After doing this, he shouted softly, and a four-legged small tripod appeared in the air. When he looked at the Four-sided Dingtian Tripod, which he had spent a lot of money to buy, he laughed loudly. What a domineering and majestic name!

He used the Golden Palace Order to participate in an underground auction in the front city and exchanged two blood escape talismans and three Taiyuan Collapse Mountain talismans with a late Jindan cultivator wearing a bull head mask.

According to the cultivator, this tripod is neither a magic weapon, a spiritual weapon, nor a magic weapon. According to his speculation, it should be a semi-finished ancient treasure, but it is more than enough for general alchemy.

Wang Lu knew nothing about elixirs, and he knew nothing about the equipment for alchemy. He only remembered the three-legged golden crow tripod that Sun Xue took out after being threatened in the fake tomb of the underworld in the vast sea. At that time, he knew that Sun Xue cared about the tripod very much, so he took the ten thousand year old golden jade purple frost bamboo out of softness.

Thinking of the golden jade purple frost bamboo, he sighed again. He didn't know when Zi Jiu would wake up. If Zi Jiu was there, with its attainments in the soul, he and Zi Jiu might be able to escape from Tai Qingyu's needle sea with his soul, and he wouldn't let his soul be injured and fall into a coma for seven months.

Of course, as for Sun Xue, under the verification of the senior sister, especially senior brother Tian Yidong, it is unknown whether the woman who merged with him is safe and where she is now?

Wang Lu was stunned for a while, put away his thoughts, and the key at the moment was to forge himself into a half-bucket of water alchemist, and then refine the Kuiniu magic pill to become a real strength cultivator.

However, looking at the thousands of spiritual materials piled up like a mountain, he felt a little dizzy. It seemed that he really had no talent for alchemy, unlike making talismans. If he saw so many talisman materials, his eyes would be full of hope, instead of being drowsy like now.

However, for the sake of his life, he had to bite the bullet and slowly sort out the various spiritual materials into categories.

Five days later, Wang Lu slowly sorted out less than one-tenth of them and wanted to give up. He was still irritable. Finally, two months later, looking at the neat rows of spiritual materials, he nodded with satisfaction. Hard work pays off. This was the only way he could comfort himself.

Then, he began to match the required amounts of various materials, including half a 500-year-old Qianye flower, three 400-year-old longan grasses, two inches of thumb-thick iron green pine roots, half a thousand-year-old longan jade, and one pound of volcanic stone from the ground... It took him six days to prepare three hundred copies of the eighty-five spiritual materials for refining the Shuiyun Pill in the middle stage of foundation building.

Moreover, Taixu secretly gave the recipe of Shuiyun Pill to Wang Lu at the risk of being executed by his family.

After Wang Lu realized that he needed to make the pill himself, he almost visited the entire Qiancheng. Even though Qiancheng was a big city of pills, he did not find a recipe for cultivators. Instead, he found many recipes that were useful to mortals, but those recipes were useless to him.

Finally, he could only turn to Taixu for help. After knowing this, Taixu thought about it for a few days. After Wang Lu made a great oath, he finally gave him the recipe of Shuiyun Pill and repeatedly reminded him not to leak it out, otherwise the Tai family would hunt him down at all costs.

Because the recipe is the foundation of a family, a sect or an alchemist, and it is a top secret among secrets. If it is known by others, then everyone in the street knows how to make this pill. How can you use this pill to check and balance others and let others or other forces use it for yourself? Therefore, anyone or any force who has the recipe regards it as their favorite.

With his current idiotic alchemy skills, he can only accumulate and hone his alchemy skills regardless of the cost and quantity.

Wang Lu calmed himself down and looked up at the blue sky. From now on, he would start to devote himself to the great cause of alchemy. He clenched his fists and encouraged himself secretly: If one year fails, then ten years. If ten years still fail, then a hundred years will do!