Mortal Alchemy

Nan Yun confronted the Foundation Establishment Protector.

The Foundation Establishment Protector stared at Nan Yun with icy eyes. She was at the same cultivation stage as him, the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

If he were to forcefully attack, in a one-on-one situation, finding an opportunity to kill Chen Ping wouldn't be a problem.

However, Nan Yun glanced at Chen Ping's injuries, her expression changing drastically, her face turning cold: "Did you injure him to such a state?"

At the same time, her divine sense spread out, transmitting a secret message into the Sea Medicine Hall.

"咻咻咻——"

In the next instant, Fang Xing and Luo Chongzhi flew out from the Sea Medicine Hall.

"Two more Foundation Establishment cultivators?" The Foundation Establishment Protector's expression changed slightly, his pupils constricting: "What is this person's background and identity?"

Nan Yun, Fang Xing, and Luo Chongzhi attacked the Foundation Establishment Protector together. With the combined force of three Foundation Establishment cultivators, he couldn't withstand them alone.

"Retreat!" The Foundation Establishment Protector's expression was gloomy, and he transformed into a streak of light, hurriedly retreating.

After he retreated hundreds of feet, he discovered that Nan Yun and the others didn't chase after him, but only feigned an attack to force him to retreat, their purpose being to seize the time to treat that person.

The Foundation Establishment Protector's expression was somewhat unsightly. He snorted coldly, remembering this matter, and had no choice but to quickly return to the White Jade Flying Boat, taking everyone away in a hurry.

……

Inside the Sea Medicine Hall.

"How could Senior Brother be injured so severely?!" Luo Chongzhi frowned deeply.

Nan Yun slowly shook her head: "This concubine also doesn't know. When I saw Fellow Daoist Chen just now, he was already in this state."

His physical injuries were too severe, like a body riddled with holes, and the power of his divine soul was almost extinguished. No matter how one looked at it, Chen Ping had become a cripple.

At this moment, Chen Ping had been brought into the Sea Medicine Hall and placed in a medicinal bath, barely maintaining Chen Ping's last sliver of life while also healing his injuries.

Chen Ping fell into a coma. Nan Yun and the others wore worried expressions, not knowing if Chen Ping could survive.

But none of them were alchemists. They simply didn't know how to deal with such a tricky situation.

At this moment, Chen Ping wasn't using his disguise. Since he was in a coma, they didn't dare use Chen Ping's name as Ronghai Sanren to seek help from the Loose Cultivator Alliance.

Luo Chongzhi immediately frowned and said: "I will return to Fuguang Fang City immediately to send the message back. They will definitely have a way to save Senior Brother Chen."

Fang Xing's expression was heavy: "Junior Brother Luo, going back and forth will take at least a month. Moreover, Senior Brother told us not to reveal information about the Hao Jade Sea."

A month was too long, and accidents could easily happen during that time.

Han Tongbao's fleshy face trembled, feeling anxious: "Are we just going to watch like this?"

Nan Yun bit her red lips:

"First, take out all the resources we have and buy spiritual pills and medicines, and put them all into the medicinal pool. It's better than nothing."

The others nodded, as if that was all they could do.

Chen Ping's injuries were too severe. Either he would wake up with the support of a large amount of spiritual medicine and pills, or he would... Anyway, the outcome would be known within a month.

……

His soul seemed to fall into an abyss, and at this moment, it was forcibly dragged back into his body from the darkness.

"Huff~"

Pain!

So much pain!

Chen Ping's consciousness recovered, and a heart-wrenching pain came from all over his body: "Hiss!!!"

"Senior Brother, you're awake!!!" Beside him, Han Tongbao's excited voice sounded:

"Senior Brother, listen to me, we don't know how to treat your injuries. If you have a way, tell us what to do. If Senior Brother doesn't have a way either, I will immediately return to Fuguang Fang City and call the Dongxuan Sect cultivators over!"

Chen Ping was so weak that he couldn't even open his eyes, his life hanging by a thread.

In the end, his injuries couldn't be recovered because the power of his divine soul was almost extinguished, unable to mobilize the cultivation within his body. As for his physical body, his essence blood was completely exhausted, unable to activate his cultivation technique to absorb the medicinal power in this medicinal pool.

There were a large number of pills and elixirs and third-order spiritual medicines in his spatial ring. The most crucial thing was to restore the power of his divine soul so that he could circulate his cultivation technique and absorb the medicinal power, so that he could gradually heal his injuries.

Once the power of his divine soul was restored, he would begin to restore his physical injuries. As long as his essence blood was replenished, he could use his essence blood to quickly heal his injuries.

Understanding this logic, Chen Ping spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse, low, and somewhat unclear:

"Clear... Clear Spirit... Pill..."

Although it was unclear, Han Tongbao still heard it clearly:

"Clear Spirit Pill?"

Han Tongbao hurriedly found Nan Yun, Fang Xing, and Luo Chongzhi: "Senior Brother has awakened, he wants a Clear Spirit Pill."

The others hurriedly came to the medicinal pool. The Clear Spirit Pill was a pill commonly used by Foundation Establishment cultivators, and they all had some.

Nan Yun took out a bottle of high-quality Clear Spirit Pills and used her divine sense to send a Clear Spirit Pill into Chen Ping's body.

But the problem was, this Clear Spirit Pill was not being refined.

"What do we do?" The others were as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

Nan Yun bit her red lips lightly: "This concubine will refine the pill into a medicinal liquid and then transfer it into Fellow Daoist Chen's body. This should be effective."

Although this action was somewhat ambiguous, they couldn't think of a better way.

Then, Nan Yun swallowed a few Clear Spirit Pills, held them in her mouth, and refined them into a medicinal liquid. She approached Chen Ping and offered it with her red lips, transferring the medicinal liquid and saliva over.

In this way, the medicinal power of the Clear Spirit Pill finally entered Chen Ping's body.

Chen Ping's torn and dry spiritual platform was nourished by the medicinal power, finally feeling like a sweet rain had fallen, giving him a cool feeling, making Chen Ping breathe a sigh of relief, and his condition improved somewhat.

He only felt that it wasn't so painful anymore.

This was good news.

But the bad news was that Chen Ping's divine soul injury was too severe, and this second-order Clear Spirit Pill couldn't make up for Chen Ping's divine soul power.

Also, Chen Ping's divine soul had already reached the peak of Foundation Establishment, and his divine sense had reached nine hundred and ninety-nine feet. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to withstand that Golden Core attack.

A feeling of weakness and fatigue surged up, and Chen Ping spoke with difficulty:

"Go to the Loose Cultivator Alliance, find a Golden Core cultivator and ask for a bottle of Soul Nurturing Pills..."

The Soul Nurturing Pill was a pill among all second-order pills that directly increased the divine soul.

The materials for this pill were too difficult to find, and Chen Ping had never collected them all to refine it.

But the Loose Cultivator Alliance had been stationed in the Hao Jade Sea for hundreds of years, and that third-order alchemist must have a bottle in his hands.

This was their foundation.

"Okay!" Fang Xing nodded: "Senior Brother Chen, we'll go right away!"

Then Chen Ping's consciousness fell into a coma again.

There was too much medicinal power in this medicinal pool that Chen Ping couldn't absorb into his body.

……

Five days later.

Chen Ping felt a soft and warm sensation on his lips, and his spiritual platform was cool and refreshing, allowing him to wake up.

Needless to say, it was naturally Nan Yun transferring medicine over to help Chen Ping recover.

Then Luo Chongzhi's low voice sounded: "Senior Brother, the Loose Cultivator Alliance refuses to sell us this pill..."

"Do you... have any other methods?"

Although taking this Clear Spirit Pill could briefly allow Chen Ping to wake up, they discovered that this seemed to be consuming Chen Ping's last foundation, and the more times Chen Ping woke up, the weaker his life force became.

It seemed that he had truly reached the end of his rope, his lamp running out of oil!