Mortal Seeking Immortal

No matter what kind of elixir it is, if you want to exchange it, you need to pay a lot of spiritual stones, even heavenly materials, earthly treasures, various magic weapons, etc. Some elixirs are even priceless in the market.

Even if Ye Zhou had valuable treasures, there would be no way to exchange them.

Ye Zhou frowned, looking at the elixirs all over the courtyard, as if he had a treasure house, but he could only watch helplessly, unable to let them work.

"Is it necessary to use elixirs to make medicine?"

A new idea popped up in Ye Zhou's mind.

Ye Zhou thought he knew the elixirs in the hospital very well. If so, why couldn't he prepare his own medicine according to the efficacy of these elixirs?

If a prescription similar to Huangyundan can be developed, then one can take drugs and practice for a long time.

As soon as this idea appeared, Ye Zhou began to select the elixir and prepared to test it himself.

In order to avoid confusion in the effects of medicines, Ye Zhou only selected a few elixirs with similar effects at first.

In the first experiment, Ye Zhou got a bowl of weird-smelling concoction.

According to the old rules, Ye Zhou gave the hare a mouthful first, and then took it after seeing that the hare was fine.

But after taking this bowl of medicine, the speed of Ye Zhou's body's inner magic speed only increased slightly.

It seemed that the medicine was too weak, so Ye Zhou continued to prepare the medicine.

...

After these few days, Ye Zhou prepared no less than a dozen prescriptions after countless experiments, but the results were all unsatisfactory to him.

On this day, Ye Zhou successfully brewed another pot of medicinal soup that made people panic. A strange medicinal aroma came from the pot. When he smelled this medicinal aroma, Ye Zhou became energetic.

"There is no end to the road. Is it possible that we will really succeed this time?"

Ye Zhou's eyes gleamed with excitement.

He grabbed a hare in the cage and fed it the concoction. Within half a quarter of an hour, the hare that had been dosed with the medicine couldn't wait to crawl onto the other rabbits in the cage.

"I've even prepared river crab medicine but haven't prepared a prescription similar to Huangyundan. It seems I'm still too naive."

Ye Zhou's face turned red and he was about to throw away the medicine. Then he thought about it, what if it is needed in the future?

If you encounter an enemy you can't defeat, you can also drug him.

He poured the medicine into the small porcelain bottle and continued to boil it.

...

A few days passed by in a hurry.

Another pot of medicinal materials was put into the pot. As the fire became stronger, the medicinal materials in the pot rolled and boiled, and a faint fishy smell wafted out of the pot.

Ye Zhou didn't notice that the grass next to the stove turned slightly yellow due to the smell.

A day later, when the concoction in the pot was getting less and less, there was only a "sting" sound, and a burst of light green mist rose from under the stove.

The iron pot leaked!

Ye Zhou hurriedly filled the pot with the medicine. In the process, the iron pot was still corroding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a moment, he looked at the small half bowl of concoction on the table that had been rescued with some horror. There was no doubt that the iron pot was corroded by the concoction.

"Another strong poison!"

Ye Zhou rolled his eyes and filled the poison in a small porcelain bottle.

If it can corrode an iron pot so quickly, it might be able to corrode other monks' magic weapons.

Now that the iron pot has a big hole, the experiment cannot continue.

I have to go out and buy some more big iron pots.

In addition to buying pot, it is now the registration time for the promotion competition in half a month. If you miss this registration, you will have to wait another year if you want to be promoted to an outer disciple.

After leaving the small courtyard, Ye Zhou headed straight for Wuming Peak on a familiar road.

After not seeing each other for a few months, Wu Yong was sitting at the door of the miscellaneous hall and dozing off as usual, seemingly very idle. As soon as Ye Zhou came forward, Wu Yong woke up.

"Why did you come out?" The moment Wu Yong saw Ye Zhou, he glanced around in a panic.

"I'll sign up and get the spirit stone by the way." Ye Zhou said with a smile.

"Oh, so, the spiritual stones for these six months, after deducting the benefits mentioned before, will be a total of ten low-grade spiritual stones." Wu Yong took out ten low-grade spiritual stones from the storage bag and placed them on the table. Ye Zhou Take it.

"You just said you would sign up. What did you sign up for? A promotion competition for handyman disciples?!" Wu Yong asked in surprise.

Ye Zhou nodded.

"Yes, please help Senior Brother Wu register."

"Your cultivation has reached the second level of Qi training so quickly?!" Wu Yong looked at Ye Zhou in surprise and quickly sensed it carefully. Only then did he realize that Ye Zhou did exude the aura of the second level of Qi training.

You know, it would take at least eight or nine months for a general handyman to reach the second level of Qi training, but Ye Zhou has only been practicing for six months. Could it be that Ye Zhou has a useless spiritual root?

Seeing the confusion in Wu Yong's eyes, Ye Zhou explained calmly: "I am Feilinggen, but have you forgotten who I am working as a handyman for?"

After being reminded by Ye Zhou, Wu Yong suddenly realized: "Did Mr. Shu give you the elixir?!"

Ye Zhou smiled and acquiesced.

This was the excuse he had long ago made for his cultivation in the second level of Qi training.

Even if others don't believe it, they can ask Elder Shu and find out that he didn't lie. Elder Shu did give him the elixir. What's more, no one would ask Elder Shu about such a trivial matter.

Seeing Ye Zhou nodding, Wu Yong's eyes were full of envy: "You don't know what kind of virtue you accumulated in your last life, so you were selected by Mr. Shu to be a handyman in this life. Even I am jealous of you."

"However, although your cultivation level has reached the second level of Qi training and you have met the registration conditions, I advise you not to register." Wu Yong changed the topic.

"You're new here, so you don't know how cruel this promotion competition is!"

"Every year, there are at least hundreds of servants who die in this promotion competition. All of them have the strength of the second level of Qi training, and some are even at the peak of the second level of Qi training, just one step away from reaching the third level of Qi training."

"With your cultivation level of just entering the second level of Qi training, isn't it like going to die in the competition?" Wu Yong said with lingering fear, as if he remembered some terrifying scene.

Ye Zhou seemed to have anticipated that the servant disciple competition was extremely cruel.

However, Ye Zhou was completely fearless at this time.

"While not many people have seen you yet, you should hurry back and stay here, so as not to be discovered by Zhao Xu. Zhao Xu has already broken through to the third level of Qi training some time ago, and it can be said that he has already secured a place for an outer disciple in advance!"

"As soon as you left Wuming Peak, Zhao Xu took people to block you outside Shu Lao's courtyard, but he didn't block you. Zhao Xu swears that he will cut you into pieces and peel your skin and pull out your tendons the next time he sees you!"

Wu Yong saw that Ye Zhou didn't speak, thinking that he was frightened by the cruelty of the promotion competition, and hurriedly urged him to leave.

"Thank you for your reminder, Senior Brother Wu, but I have now cultivated magic and am not afraid of him. To be honest, I will make him look good in the competition." Ye Zhou said viciously.

Wu Yong was a little anxious: "Hey, why don't you listen to advice? Forget it, if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you. I will register for the place for you, and you can only wish you good luck!"

Although Ye Zhou and Wu Yong have interests, they are not big.

Wu Yong didn't care about his advice, and there was no need for him to explain anything more.

After registering, Ye Zhou didn't leave, but took out two spirit stones and placed them on the table in front of Wu Yong.

"Is there anything you can tell me about this competition, Senior Brother Wu?"

Wu Yong took the spirit stone and threw it into the storage bag without hesitation, with a big smile on his face.

"Of course, Senior Brother, I wish you a successful start."

Then Wu Yong told Ye Zhou the information of some powerful menial disciples.