Great Demon Leader: Start By Refining Flying Zombies

Chapter 3: Hostility

"Did you really make it?"

Xie Ling'er's cold face showed a hint of surprise when she saw Liang Xiao nod. She took the bamboo box from his hand.

Upon opening it, she saw neatly arranged transparent containers made of glass, with only a few bubbles, almost perfect.

What's even more remarkable is that these transparent containers are all the same size.

If someone from the Blue Star were here, they would immediately recognize these things as glass test tubes commonly seen in chemistry laboratories.

However, it is probably the first time they have appeared in the Heavenly Mist Continent.

"Sister Xie, are you satisfied?" Liang Xiao asked with a smile.

"Satisfied, I'm very satisfied. With these things, it will be much more convenient for me to refine medicinal liquids."

Xie Ling'er didn't expect that just by casually complaining to Liang Xiao last time, he would tell her that there might be a way to make another type of container.

And now he actually made it.

The ceramic bowls used by alchemy apprentices in the past always had errors when measuring the amount of Spirit Medicine, and because their spiritual perception was shallow, they couldn't accurately assess the medicinal properties.

This led to a high failure rate when preparing the materials for alchemy.

Previously, alchemy apprentices could only rely on trial and error, trying to achieve an inexplicable feeling.

Or they would work hard to improve their cultivation level until they could freely use their spiritual perception to investigate.

Now, Xie Ling'er has this set of glass tools, which is of great significance for her to smoothly pass the early and middle stages of being an alchemy apprentice.

Exaggerating a bit, its value is no less than a Law Weapon.

But negotiations are not that simple.

Although Xie Ling'er is considered rare in the demonic cultivation world for being cold-hearted and kind, she is by no means naive.

Her expression of joy only lasted a few seconds before she collected herself and put on a cautious and cold face.

"I'm sure you've noticed that this set of tools is useful to me. Although its effect is limited, I'm willing to pay a price to obtain it."

Xie Ling'er pondered for a moment and said, "Tell me, Liang junior brother, what do you want to exchange?"

"Sister, you're straightforward, and I naturally won't waste your time. I want to exchange for a bottle of Corpse Demon Pill, preferably High Grade!"

When Liang Xiao saw Xie Ling'er's expression change slightly, he sighed inwardly. Without waiting for her to speak, he handed her a bag of spirit stones and added, "I also saved up thirty-five spirit stones, which should make up for some of the price difference."

"Hmm, High Grade Corpse Demon Pill..." Xie Ling'er hesitated and weighed her options. She looked at the beautiful test tubes in the bamboo box and sighed helplessly. Finally, she said, "Alright, I can get it for you tomorrow."

"Thank you, Sister Xie Ling'er!" Liang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. The price he offered was actually slightly lower than that of a High Grade Corpse Demon Pill, but he couldn't come up with anything else for the time being.

Upon hearing the familiar address from the person in front of her, Xie Ling'er shook her head and gave him a disdainful look.

"The Corpse Demon Pill is the best nourishment for Qi Refining stage zombies. It has the wonderful effect of increasing potential and consolidating Yin energy. It is also in high demand at the Spiritual Medicine Hall, not to mention you want a High Grade one, which is twice as valuable as the ordinary ones!"

"I'm letting you off easy this time. If you come up with any other ingenious tools in the future, remember to show them to me first!"

"Definitely, Sister Xie Ling'er! I, Liang Xiao, will remember your kindness!"

...

With the most important Spirit Pill in hand, Liang Xiao was in a very good mood. He could hardly resist the urge to go to the Biohazard World to refine corpses.

"Phew, keep calm in the face of major events. I've already bet almost all my wealth. If the refining fails, I'm afraid the competition in half a year will be in jeopardy."

Liang Xiao took a deep breath and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes. He secretly thought, "Moreover, there are a few guys in the Little Ghost Hall who are not on good terms with me. If I fail in the competition, they won't hesitate to kick me while I'm down!"

Just as Liang Xiao was about to achieve his goal and prepare to return to his stone chamber to cultivate, a commotion came from the entrance of the mountain platform.

Since Liang Xiao was originally planning to leave from that direction, he followed the crowd and looked up, frowning.

"It's Qi Meng, and that hypocrite Qi Yunkai. How did they end up here? And that person on the ground... tsk, it seems to be Liang Hao. What bad luck!"

As the saying goes, enemies often cross paths. Just as Liang Xiao was thinking about a few despicable individuals, he suddenly encountered the two most detestable ones. He couldn't help but sigh.

On the platform at the mountaintop, a slender young man in a gray robe was forcefully pushed to the ground, his body already stained with muddy footprints.

The storage bag tied around his waist was forcefully taken away by the assailant, turned upside down.

The Low Level storage bag used by Qi Refining disciples didn't have any mana imprints, so anyone could use it as long as they activated their mana.

Most of the things poured out from the storage bag were worthless miscellaneous items, not the shiny spirit stones that the assailant wanted to see.

"Liang Hao, have you been itching for trouble lately? The spirit stones you offered this month have all been depleted of spiritual energy!"

"You're enjoying using second-hand goods, aren't you?"

A tall and muscular cultivator stood on the ground like a giant bear, his face showing a cold expression as he ruthlessly kicked the small cultivator curled up on the ground.

Just from the dull sound produced by that kick and the saliva the person on the ground painfully spat out, it was clear that it was not a light blow.

"Qi Meng, forget it. This kid is a poor ghost. Even if you beat him to death, you won't be able to squeeze out a single drop of spirit stone from him!"

Qi Yunkai, who was standing by, shook a folding fan and casually said, seemingly comforting but actually harboring ill intentions.

Liang Xiao noticed that Qi Yunkai's boot was stepping on Liang Hao's palm. As the boot slowly moved, the joints of the palm made a teeth-gritting cracking sound.

In just a few moments, the palm was almost crushed into a pile of flesh and bones.

Liang Hao writhed in pain, until he fainted, only to wake up a few seconds later, screaming in agony.

Although this was the Demon Sect, where it was not uncommon for the strong to bully the weak, it was rare for two preparatory disciples to be so ruthless towards their fellow disciples in public.

A man who was setting up a stall nearby snorted and said unhappily, "Who is that arrogant folding fan guy? He's so audacious. He's not even in the outer sect yet, but he's showing off and asserting his dominance in front of so many outer sect brothers!"

"That kid is called Qi Yunkai. Don't be fooled by his status as a preparatory disciple. He has dual spiritual roots and has more potential than you and me. It's only a matter of time before he enters the outer sect."

"Heh, that's not all. It is said that Qi Yunkai has the backing of a core disciple. Even some outer sect elders look at him differently!"

People around were chiming in, only interested in watching the spectacle.

No one had any intention of stepping forward to intervene, especially after hearing the term "core disciple." Many people secretly shuddered at the thought of provoking a core disciple.

Wherever there are people, there is a world of strife, especially in the Demon Dao Sect, a place full of hostility.

Although Liang Xiao was focused on breakthroughs and cultivation and never meddled in other people's affairs, he inevitably got involved in some unnecessary troubles.

Like now.

Liang Hao, lying on the ground, barely breathing, his gray robe soaked with sweat, caught a glimpse of Liang Xiao standing behind the crowd in his painful state.

He knew that Liang Xiao had never liked Qi Yunkai, and Qi Yunkai had always wanted to bring trouble to Liang Xiao, but Liang Xiao was too slippery and had never given him a chance.

Liang Hao's eyes lit up as if he had encountered a savior. Regardless of everything, he shouted hoarsely.

"Liang Xiao... Liang Xiao, is that you, brother? Save me, please save me!"

While shouting, his intact hand pointed straight at Liang Xiao, afraid that no one would notice.

"You damn guy, always good at dragging others down. It's true that those who are pitiful often have something despicable about them!"

Liang Xiao's eyes turned cold. He was about to turn around and leave, but he saw Qi Yunkai's mouth curl up, and the folding fan in his hand casually pointed towards him.

"Liang Xiao junior brother, when you see two senior brothers here, why don't you come over to pay your respects instead of leaving? This is truly... a great disrespect!"

Liang Xiao clenched his fist lightly, seeing the deep hostility hidden in Qi Yunkai's eyes. It probably wouldn't be easy to resolve this matter peacefully today.

(End of this chapter)