Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

With his current vision, he naturally doesn't care about low-grade magic tools.

However, a large amount of animal bones circulate in Fairy Cat Valley every year, which are all excellent materials for refining first-level magic tools.

Unfortunately, there are too few weapon casters in Zhangjiaji, and the most talented weapon caster in Zhangjiaji has a success rate of only 30%.

Therefore, many of these animal bones can only be sold cheaply to merchants from the upper sect, losing a lot of spiritual stones.

Now, he can refine low-grade magic tools 100%, and this skill alone can help him earn a lot of spiritual stones.

In front of him, the smoke and dust dissipated, and Zhang Xuan saw Zhang Yuhuai and Lao Youtou standing facing each other.

"Puff——"

Zhang Yuhuai spit out a mouthful of black blood and kneeled on one knee uncontrollably on the ground.

Lao Youtou's spiritual energy was exhausted at this time, but he still forced himself to support it.

"I lost, and the position of clan leader is yours." Zhang Yuhuai's eyes were full of sadness.

He didn't expect that he would lose to the other party in the battle 50 years ago.

Fifty years later, the opponent was only at the first level of Qi Refining, and his Dantian was broken, but he still lost to the opponent.

"Clan leader, no!" Zhang Yujue rushed over directly, "I will kill Zhang Jianqiu now."

"No!"

As he said that, Zhang Yuhuai hit Zhang Yujue's wrist with a worry-free sword.

The sword that Zhang Yujue chopped at the old oily head fell.

Zhang Yujue picked up the sword on the ground with his other hand and chopped at the old oily head again.

Zhang Yuhuai wanted to stop him, but he was too injured to lift the worry-free sword.

The old oily head had no spiritual power at this time, and he closed his eyes slightly, with a relieved smile on his lips.

"Dang..."

The sword in Zhang Yujue's hand chopped a green cauldron, which was Zhang Xuan's Xingsui Xianlei Cauldron.

Zhang Xuan was only at the fifth level of Qi Refining. Even if he held a spiritual weapon, he could not take this sword.

However, he practiced both magic and body, and his physical strength was strong, so he barely blocked the sword of the three clan elders.

Even so, Zhang Xuan was also shocked by the sword energy and broke many bones.

"Tenth elder, what are you doing?" Zhang Yujue was also quite taboo about this new elder who killed the six-clawed Chi beast with one finger, and did not rush up to fight.

"Third elder, the clan leader has already said to spare the old oil head, why do you still want to take his life?"

"What's the point of keeping such a scum of the Zhang family?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the old oil head was forced out of the Fairy Cat Valley and then chased after him. I'm afraid it was the order of the old clan leader." Zhang Xuan speculated.

"So what?" Zhang Yujue said with a sullen face, "A clan member who colluded with the demon woman of the demon clan, a genius with supreme swordsmanship, if he can't be used by my Zhang clan, we can only kill him."

"Shut up!" Zhang Yuhuai said angrily, "All this is done by me, Zhang Yuhuai, and has nothing to do with the old clan leader."

"Clan leader, how long are you going to take this black pot for my father?!" Zhang Yujue's eyes actually showed a bloodshot.

Everyone was speechless.

However, they basically knew what happened back then.

Zhang Jianqiu gave up the position of clan leader for the transformed demon woman.

In order to prevent changes after his death, for the cohesion of the family and to pave the way for Zhang Yuhuai, the old clan leader eradicated the strong branches of Zhang Jianqiu's clan.

At this time, the old oily head also knelt on the ground weakly.

Zhang Xuan hurriedly helped him up.

He fed him a few Qi-restoring pills.

Zhang Yuhuai stood up with all his strength: "Nine clan elders."

"Here." Nine clan elder Zhang Xingshan shouted.

"Repair the lake embankment and provide relief to the injured tribesmen in the market."

"Yes."

Several elders left.

Only Zhang Xuan and Old Oilhead were left.

"You are the one who wants to enter the Ancestral Witch Ruins, right?" Old Oilhead took a few Qi-restoring pills and felt much better.

"Yes."

"Don't you know that entering the Ancestral Witch Ruins is a sure death?"

"I know."

"You still go even though you know that?"

"Old Oilhead, you came out alive, didn't you?"

"I am me, can you compare with me?"

Zhang Xuan glanced at Old Oilhead in tattered clothes, threw him a piece of clothing and said, "Your butt is exposed, put on this piece of clothing."

Old Oilhead smiled awkwardly, took the clothes and put them on himself.

"Speaking of Old Oilhead, how did you comprehend such a powerful sword art? Others who comprehend the sword art are invincible at the same level, but you can even fight across levels."

"Do you want to know?" Old Oilhead looked weird and unpredictable.

"I want to."

"I won't tell you, hahaha..."

The old oily man's fifty-year knot was untied, and he was in a cheerful mood at this time, laughing very boldly.

"By the way, I want to go to the ancient witch ruins. Can you follow me, old oily man?"

"Hehe, that depends on your sincerity." The old oily man returned to his oily look.

"Sincerity..."

Zhang Xuan thought for a while and took out more than half of the Qi-recovering pill.

"What do you think of this sincerity?"

The old oily man glanced and said, "It's boring... Golden Pill?!"

"Old Oily Man is quite knowledgeable."

"Where did you get it from?"

"Of course I made it, but it's a pity that only more than half of the pill was made."

"Do you have a whole golden pill?" The old oily man asked, staring at the more than half of the golden pill in Zhang Xuan's hand.

Zhang Xuan's face twitched.

The Taiqing Creation Map can extract 8 first-level origin objects every day.

When it was originally only possible to extract two pieces, two pills can produce half a golden pill.

He originally thought that after taking 8 pills, he could extract two complete golden pills.

Who knew that after taking 8 pills, he actually extracted 4 and a half golden pills.

Every time he thought of this, he would scold Taiqing Good Fortune Picture several times.

"No, only this half." Henry said through gritted teeth.

"Sigh... What a pity. If there were a whole golden elixir, it would be worth dozens of times as much as this half of the golden elixir."

"Of course I know that you can only refine half of it, but even this half of the Qi Recovery Pill is dozens of times more powerful than ordinary Qi Recovery Pills. Taking it can instantly restore your spiritual power. "

"Hehe... This is a really good thing, but..."

"But what?"

"Half a golden elixir is too little."

"How much do you want?"

"Half a golden elixir every day until you leave the secret realm of the ancestral witch."

"Old oily man, do you know how hard it is to get this golden elixir." Henry Zhang can only produce four and a half golden elixirs every day. Now he has to give one to the oily man, so he naturally feels that it is not cost-effective.

"I'll risk my life to accompany you to the ruins of the ancestral witch. I'll give you half a golden elixir a day. I won't bargain." The old oily man said, twisting his neck.

Henry Zhang sighed and said: "Okay, okay, I promise you."

"In addition, I also need you to provide the resources for my daily cultivation." The old oil man put his legs on a broken chair and said.

"Okay." Henry Zhang agreed directly.

"I want to put my ugly words first. I need a lot of cultivation resources. I need three first-level elixirs every day."

"Easy to say."

The old oily man got down from the broken chair, looked at Henry Zhang in front of him, and continued: "It seems that you have accumulated a lot of wealth. Before entering the secret realm of the ancestral witch, you have to provide a cave for me to practice."

"no problem."

"Did you hear what I said clearly? The cave I'm talking about is the cave where spiritual energy accumulates at the first-level intermediate core spiritual veins."

"This is the kind of cave I'm talking about. Okay, come with me."

With that said, Henry Zhang took out the bloodthirsty bat.