Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Since joining the Ten Thousand Immortals Association, Luo Chen has only experienced a few missions.

Especially the most common monster hunting mission, he has never done it once.

Therefore, he is not very clear about the details of the transaction.

At this moment, in the Taiping Fortress, several foundation-building true cultivators spent half a day to identify the monsters he took out one by one. When they encountered something they didn't understand, they sweated and frequently took out the sound transmission magic tool to talk to another skilled appraiser who was not here.

Finally, they finally got the relevant results.

The four monster corpses can be sold to the Monster Hunting Bureau for about 2.6 million spirit stones.

At the same time, the converted merit value is enough for Luo Chen to be promoted from a five-star monster hunter to a six-star, and it is more than enough.

Such a result is not unexpected by Luo Chen.

After all, they are four great third-level late-stage monster kings comparable to great cultivators!

For ordinary people, being able to hunt one is enough to brag about for a lifetime, not to mention that Luo Chen killed four at once.

The only thing that surprised Luo Chen was the price of the demon king's corpse.

He had been practicing all the way and had experienced many transactions of demon beast corpses, so he was very sensitive to various prices.

The price of a regular first-level demon beast was only a few thousand low-grade spirit stones.

The price of a second-level demon beast was about ten thousand spirit stones, and the corpse had to be relatively intact.

The price of a third-level demon beast was expensive, often hundreds of thousands, and divided into different levels.

The price of an early demon king was one price, the price of a middle-level demon king was another price, and the price of a late-stage demon king was several times or even dozens of times!

Of course, this was the trading price of the demon beast corpses in the East Wilderness.

In the North Sea, because the sea area is vast and various demon beasts emerge in an endless stream, the price of demon beasts is relatively low.

But no matter how low it is, these are four great demon kings in the late third level!

Not to mention two million, it is natural to sell them for seven or eight million in total.

"Two million? Are you kidding me?" Luo Chen asked in a deep voice.

Under the pressure of his imposing aura, several foundation-building cultivators trembled and looked to the silent Dao Lan for help.

Dao Lan was helpless.

Facing Luo Chen's gaze, he sighed, "The Demon Hunting Division purchases demon beast materials, and the internal price is usually half of the external price. Haven't you learned about this over the years?"

Luo Chen snorted coldly, quite displeased.

In his heart, it was a little bit clear, no wonder Zhang Jiadi and his wife risked being punished by the Demon Hunting Division to sell the demon beasts they hunted to the Giant Whale Port.

This internal price was too much.

It was not a half-cut, it was clearly 64, or even 73.

Dao Lan saw that Luo Chen was unhappy, and he patiently explained a few more words when he needed help.

"Although the price is low, you can actually exchange a part of it for the merit points needed to upgrade the star level of the demon hunter."

"Moreover, the lost part can be replenished from the internal resource exchange of the demon hunting department through the discount of the demon hunter star level."

"It's not low. It has been this price for so many years."

"Besides, the corpses of the demon beasts you have are mostly damaged, and they can't reach the best transaction price."

"Even if you upgrade your star level to a nine-star demon hunter one day, you can also get the resources of the Wanxian Association for infant formation. Compared with that, this loss is nothing at all."

Listening to this seemingly rough and warmongering person comforting himself with a tone of family matters and quibbling, Luo Chen also felt quite ridiculous in his heart.

"Okay, okay, just two million, I'm too lazy to argue with you."

This amount of spiritual stones is a huge sum of money in the eyes of ordinary Jindan cultivators. Just renting an ordinary third-level spiritual land can be used for cultivation for a long time.

But in Luo Chen's view, it is not worth mentioning.

Not to mention the increasing output of Penghu Spirit Land in recent years, he had already harvested more than 30 million spirit stones from the storage bag of the Lord of Baizao Mountain!

That was a real huge sum of money!

Baizao Mountain, a major casting company, was extremely rich.

Obviously, the Lord of Baizao Mountain brought most of his personal wealth with him on this trip, and in the end, it was cheaper for Luo Chen.

He was unhappy before, not because he cared about the price, but simply because he didn't want to suffer a loss.

Now that the rules are like this, he is too lazy to argue.

Dao Lan was a little surprised, "Isn't it 2.6 million?"

Luo Chen snorted, "Sell the other corpses to the Monster Hunting Division, but I'll take this Sea Demon Dragon away myself!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand and put the dried Sea Demon Dragon corpse directly into the Thunder Ring.

The other appraisers looked at each other, and finally did not dare to say a word.

Dao Lan deliberately reminded Luo Chen that it was best to take it for his own use, and not to circulate it outside the Ten Thousand Immortals Association, otherwise it would be easy to be punished by the Monster Hunting Division.

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

Luo Chen had already agreed to sell him the sawtooth of the Jiaoyan Sawtooth Shark, and it was at a very low price. He got a great deal, so why offend him at this moment?

Besides, the Wanxian Association strictly manages low-level cultivators, and the constraints on their high-star monster hunters are not that strong.

Let him go!

After handling the matter here, Luo Chen had no more nostalgia, and said goodbye to Dao Lan and returned to the cave.

After resting for two days, he rushed to the sinking sea again.

After he left, the name of Qingyang Demon Lord had spread in Taiping Fortress.

And this time, the discussion heat of the casual cultivators was several times stronger than the last time Dao Lan killed the golden-horned silver rhino.

Dao Lan's strength has long been accustomed to the casual cultivators in the fortress, and even killing the Golden Horned Silver Rhinoceros is just the icing on the cake.

But Demon Lord Qingyang, the Golden Elixir Master who is famous for his weapon casting in the Ten Thousand Immortals Society, has achieved such brilliant results when he first entered the battlefield. How can people not talk about it?

The only thing that makes everyone feel itchy is that in various discussions, the real means for the Qingyang Demon Lord to defeat the enemy are rarely shown.

Everyone only knew that he had this strength, but they didn't know what magic weapon or secret technique he relied on.

…

In a lake on a small island, there are thick clouds and fog, and there is a ghostly atmosphere.

Luo Chen hangs high in the sky.

The majestic sun was extremely dazzling in the sky, but its brilliance could not penetrate into the ghostly mist below.

And inside Luo Chen's body, there seemed to be a big sun, emitting endless rays of light.

The natal elixir keeps spinning!

The natal magic weapon Hunyuan Cauldron shines brightly, spreading the surging magic power in special formation patterns, forming the so-called Senluo Fire Hell in the void!

Underfoot, thousands of low-level monsters were wailing and wailing.

A mid-level third-level demon king looked up at the sky unwillingly and screamed at the red-robed Taoist. He took out a flying sword that was not in his hand, and then staggered to the ground, seemingly out of control.

Under the suppression of Senluo Fire Hell, a powerful demon king might be able to resist.

But these low-level monsters can only be slaughtered by others.

Even the Demon King in the middle of the third level cannot freely mobilize the demon power, and he cannot even control the magic weapon.

He intended to use his body to hit the red-robed Taoist, but in the dense ghost aura around him, ghost kings flew out from time to time and penetrated into his body, causing the opponent to lose control of his body.

In this case, Luo Chen can activate the true fire without any pressure and refine these still alive monsters.

Burn, refine, swallow life, and feed yourself back!

"The price paid by the Ten Thousand Immortals Society to purchase monsters is too low. Rather than selling it to them, it is better to achieve your own goals."

While Luo Chen was controlling the Senluo Fire Hell to suppress the demonic beasts, he was also using the original true fire to burn his vitality, and even had enough energy to think about other things.

When the fourth-level Ku Rong True Fire burned everything and landed on the monster beast that looked like a deer but not a deer, not like a sheep but not a sheep, several ghost kings hurriedly escaped and flew to the side to wait.

After about a dozen breaths, Luo Chen slowly took back the original true fire.

The Senluo Hell that suppressed everything suddenly dissipated.

Luo Chen floated in mid-air, closing his eyes and feeling the changes in his body.

"Thousands of low-level monsters, plus a third-level monster king, can't convert half of the vitality that the mermaid can."

"However, mosquito legs are also meat. When accumulated, a qualitative change will always occur."

On the other side of the Sunken Sea, the Great Demon King is hard to find, but low-level monsters are everywhere.

Kill them all, and there will still be an endless supply of them over at Arctic Yamazhi Tian.

Luo Chen believes that if you put in more effort, you will always gain something, and this process is not dangerous for him at all.

The only problem is probably that Luo Chen found that the true fire of Ku Rong had less and less chance of feeding back.

Luo Chen was quite confused about this.

Is it because the level of the monster is not high enough, or is his body's upper limit reaching its limit?

Or is it because Ku Rong Zhenhuo has limited himself?

Shaking his head, Luo Chen opened his eyes.

He took a long breath and waved his hand.

call out!

A black flag flag fell into the hand, and at the same time, all the ghosts, generals, ghost kings, and even the ghosts flying in the sky all around entered the Ten Thousand Souls Flag.

At this moment, the blazing sunshine from the outside world and the scorching sights fell on Luo Chen.

"It's Demon Lord Qingyang, he's coming out!"

"Be respectful and call me Master, or Senior Qingyangzi!"

"What do you know? Some big guys just like this."

"Forget it, I don't know what the outcome of the Demon Lord's battle will be?"

As Luo Chen appeared, his blazing gaze finally landed on the bottom of the lake at his feet, which had been completely burned away, leaving only a dry river bed.

No corpse of the monster was found, only thick ashes.

Everyone looked at each other, and an incredible guess emerged in their minds.

Could it be...

"Impossible. The monsters that are entrenched on this island are good at forming and combining attacks. Master Guo and the five of them joined forces, but they have never conquered this island. The Demon Lord killed them all by himself?"

"Is there anything impossible? Master Guo and the others are not orthodox golden elixir monks, but pseudo-alchemists who were promoted through refining demon elixirs. If they can't kill the demonic beasts, can't Lord Demon Lord be able to kill them?"

"But this... there are no bones left, no bones left!"

Amidst the exclamations, Luo Chen seemed unaware.

His eyes fell on the five golden elixir monks in front of the crowd.

When his eyes came over, the five people couldn't help but clasp their fists and salute.

"Guo Fengdao has met Lord Demon Lord!"

Luo Chen had no intention of remembering their names. They were just a few fake alchemists, but now they had something to inquire about.

According to the previous intelligence, this group of monsters was not on the island, which meant that there was a deviation in the intelligence.

Next, he will hunt other low-level monsters. In order to prevent similar situations from happening, it is better to ask these people for clarification.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Guo Fengdao and others immediately gathered information on the nearest monsters.

"The Great Whirlpool at Frog Mouth...Cangqing Plain...Xu Liuhai...Sanqing Gorge..."

Keep the place names in mind.

These places are where a large number of low-level monsters gather, which is very different from the information on the troop distribution map given by Taiping Fortress Shentu.

After all, monsters don't always stay in a fixed place.

In particular, there are those who are cultivating immortals.

They will also change places.

After Luo Chen wrote down these places, he nodded and thanked a few people, and then hurriedly flew away.

After he left, Guo Fengdao and others stood together, looking at each other, without saying a word for a long time.

As Jindan monks, even if they are pseudo-alchemists, they are indeed powerful men with magic power.

Therefore, in front of Luo Chen, he can intuitively feel the power of the other party!

Even though the opponent had restrained a lot of spiritual pressure, they were still unable to withstand the mana fluctuations as deep as the ocean.

It took a long time before Guo Fengdao uttered a word.

"If he wants to kill us, he may not need three moves!"

…

In the following months, Luo Chen frequently appeared on the battlefield of the Sinking Sea Demon.

Everywhere you go, the first thing to do is to unfurl the Ten Thousand Souls Flags to block the sight of both inside and outside.

Then he used the Senluo Fire Hell to suppress the low-level monsters, and then used the original true fire to forcibly burn them and extract their vitality.

When encountering a more powerful third-level demon king, you can only use a few Qingyang big hand seals at most. If you find it troublesome, you can easily win it with a glare.

After he leaves, it often means that hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of low-level monsters have disappeared.

No bones left!

Such overbearing and frequent actions caused the casual cultivators of the Ten Thousand Immortals Society on the battlefield to go from shock and horror to numbness.

The name of Qingyang Demon Lord has also been praised time and time again, surpassing the honorific title of Qingyangzi.

Luo Chen could naturally feel the growing awe of others towards him.

But he didn't care at all and still went his own way.

However, Jin Dan, the guard from the Taiping Fortress, came to ask him what to do with the corpse of the monster he killed with an order from Shen Tu.

He dealt with it all by crushing the bones and scattering ashes.

As Demon Lord Qingyang became more and more popular, Shentu had no choice but to let him do what he wanted.

In general, it is a good thing for the first line of defense that Luo Chen kills so much.

A large number of low-level monsters were slaughtered, which meant that the pressure on the Taiping Fortress was continuously reduced. Who could say anything?

This day.

A ray of light landed in a turbulent sea area.

Luo Chen looked up and saw three giant peaks towering over the sea.

Three waves of turbulent sea water continue to meet in the canyon, but they are clearly distinct.

Sanqing Gorge!

Connecting the sunken sea, the current sea area, and a dangerous place in the Arctic sea.

According to the intelligence, there is a huge group of monster beasts numbering no less than 30,000 entrenched here.

Among them, there are no less than five third-level demon kings alone!

There is even a big demon king lurking in the sea on the side of Sanqing Gorge facing the Sunken Sea.

Luo Chen's target was not the big demon king, but the 30,000 low-level demon beasts.

"If I can swallow up the vitality of this group of monster beasts, my merits will be complete."

Luo Chen murmured to himself before stepping into the Sanqing Gorge area.

But when he was about to take a step, his movement stopped, and a big man was coming over the waves with a knife.

It's Dao Lan.

"Long time no see, Fellow Taoist Dao Lan."

Dao Lan's expression was slightly stern, and when he saw Luo Chen's face as red as blood, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

The long knife in his hand was trembling uncontrollably, sending out waves of bloodthirsty desire.

"How is that possible!"

"He attacks so frequently, which is a waste of mana. Why does this person seem to me to be getting stronger and stronger!"

"What's going on with that uncontrollable boiling blood and exuberant vitality?"

"My golden sword is more excited to see him than to see the Great Demon King!"

Dao Lan kept roaring in his heart, but he still maintained restraint on his face.

"Demon Lord, long time no see, why are you here at Sanqing Gorge?"

Luo Chen smiled slightly and asked instead, "What about you?"

Dao Lan frowned, "I'm here for that giant squid!"

Luo Chen said oh, then smiled casually.

"In that case, I'll leave that tricky thing to you, and I'll take care of the rest."

Such a big deal?

Dao Lan was surprised for a moment and reminded: "There have been other casual cultivators here for a long time doing monster hunting missions. Fellow Taoists should be careful when they take action."

"Haha, do people of my generation still care about these things?"

Luo Chen laughed and jumped straight into the majestic canyon.

Dao Lan stood behind, looking at the back of the broad robe with big sleeves that looked like fire, and murmured: "You are worthy of the name of a demon king, he looks like a demon!"