The First Saint of Alchemy

"Being on good terms with Qunding, I believe Patriarch Zhu will not be disappointed!" Sensing Zhu Jingkong's sincerity, Tang Yan smiled brightly.

Zhu Jingkong nodded, suddenly frowned, and said worriedly: "If we let Wei Jianqing go, the Lingwu clan is afraid of being retaliated by Yaogu. The Lingwu clan is in danger. Mr. Tang, do you have any advice?"

"Cultivating a king-level master requires a lot of resources. Although Yaogu is powerful, losing sixteen king-level masters at once will be enough for them to feel distressed for a long time.

Wei Jianqing may not dare to directly go to the Spirit Witch Clan to cause trouble, but with such a deep hatred, the masters from Yao Valley should arrive at the Spirit Witch Clan soon.

Relocation of the entire family is imminent and imperative!

Let's rush back to Black Eagle Cliff as quickly as possible, take all the Lingwu clan members to aspire for the throne, hide our strength and bide our time, and wait until the time comes! "Tang Yan made arrangements steadily.

Zhu Jingkong's eyes were surprised. He didn't expect Tang Yan to be of such great help. He said gratefully: "Master Tang, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. The Spirit Witch Clan will always remember this kindness!"

Lei Yu is hiding, so many spirit witch clans are nothing... After thinking in his heart, Tang Yan said with a sincere expression: "Zhu Clan Leader has seen the outside world, we will both be prosperous and suffer losses! You think about how to arrange the relocation, and when we get back Go to Black Eagle Cliff and act immediately.”

Zhu Jingkong expressed his thanks again.

…

Fang Xuan sat on Qinghe's back. Although his face was calm, the depths of his eyes were like a cold pool. His clenched fists and white fingers revealed the turmoil in his heart.

I didn’t expect the Desolate Clan to be so domineering and unreasonable at all!

Thinking of the two brothers who had their limbs cut off and hung at the mountain gate of Zhetian Valley, Fang Xuan could not control his anger, and his body trembled slightly because of his excessive anger.

Although they have been greatly humiliated, we must not be chaotic at this time, let alone be impulsive. We must safely rescue Yang Jiayi and Yu Juechen!

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Fang Xuan sat up straight and looked into the distance. The outline of a city appeared. Fang Xuan directed Qinghe to rush towards the city.

This city is called "Chaotian City". It is a large city in the Northern Spiritual Realm. The forces inside are complicated and many big forces are entrenched in it.

Fang Xuan entered the city, took Qinghe into his care, and stopped a carriage.

"Is there any fish-free building in the city?" Fang Xuan asked.

Wuyulou is a mysterious organization in the Northern Spiritual World. Its influence has penetrated into countless corners and has many connections.

Mainly engaged in intelligence and employment business. Employment includes many projects - murder, escort, purchasing of natural materials and treasures, negotiation, etc. As long as you pay, it can basically be done for you.

"Yes!" The groom nodded.

"Is there a bigger force than Wuyu Tower?" Fang Xuan asked again.

"No!" The groom shook his head.

"Go to Wuyu Tower." Fang Xuan jumped on the carriage.

The carriage sped along, and after a quarter of an hour, it stopped in front of a secluded three-story building.

On the shop on the first floor, there is a signboard of "Wuyulou".

After paying the fare, Fang Xuan walked into the building.

Behind the counter on the first floor, a fat middle-aged man with a smile sat.

Seeing Fang Xuan come in, the fat man asked kindly: "What's the matter, Master?"

"Go upstairs!" Fang Xuan responded calmly.

"Sir, please!" The middle-aged fat man's smile did not fade, and he led his hand to the stairs.

Fang Xuan nodded, walked towards the second floor, and then went straight to the third floor without stopping.

Wuyu Building is divided into three floors. Each floor can handle things at different levels and has different prices.

The first floor deals with routine matters and has the lowest price. The third level deals with basically difficult matters and charges the highest fees.

Behind the counter on the third floor, a tall, thin old man wearing gray robes sat.

"Old man Weng Yang, what does this young master do for you?" the old man looked at Fang Xuan and asked.

"I have a blue crane, and I want to replace it with a faster flying spirit beast. Do you have it in stock?" Fang Xuan made his first request.

This simple need can be solved on the first floor, but Weng Yang still patiently explained: "Yes, Phantom Eagle, you need to add 200 million taels of silver to exchange for it.

Tyrant Thunder King Peng needs to add one billion taels of silver. "

Fang Xuan made a comparison in his mind and found that the price of Wuyu House was 30% higher than the market price, but the advantage was that it was convenient, and he could get it immediately after paying for it.

Without hurrying to express his position, Fang Xuan expressed his second demand: "I want detailed information about the Desolate Clan and why Zhetian Valley cannot use spiritual power. Does Wuyu Tower have this information?"

Weng Yang's pupils shrank slightly.

Could this kid want to challenge the Desolate Clan in Zhetian Valley?

As expected of someone who can go up to the third floor, the demands he made are truly astonishing.

Concentrating his mind, Weng Yang said slowly: "Zhetian Valley is not a good place, and it is very difficult to find out the information inside. The entire Northern Spiritual World knows very little about Zhetian Valley, and Wuyu Tower happens to have relevant information!

If you want information, one billion taels of silver! Or trade items of equal value! "

Fang Xuan nodded and asked for his third demand: "One hundred thousand kilograms of Nebula sand and ten thousand green-tailed tiger bones. Do you have them in stock?"

Although Weng Yang was used to big scenes, he was still shocked at this moment.

After being stunned for a few breaths, he came back to his senses and said: "It's not that much. If the young master is not in a hurry, we can get all the goods within seven days, which is 40 billion taels of silver!"

Although it was a large amount of money, Fang Xuan did not hesitate and handed over a storage bag and said: "I went out in a hurry and didn't have much preparation. There are four billion taels of silver in it. I want to exchange it for a Thunder King Peng. I want a share." According to the information of the Huang Clan, the remaining two billion will be used as a deposit for the Nebula Sand and Qingwei Tiger Bones. Someone will pick it up in seven days and make up the balance!"

"Okay!" After making a big order, a smile appeared on Weng Yang's face.

Half an hour later, a Tyrannical Thunder King Peng carried a young man and flew quickly towards the southern wilderness.

…

It's night.

Black Duck Cliff.

Tang Yan fed the Phantom Eagle a lot of elixirs along the way, and it took him a day and a half to rush here without stopping.

Inside the rolling mountains, there is a huge cenote surrounded by towering peaks.

Many houses have been built on the surrounding rock walls. This is where the Lingwu people live.

Seeing that the interior of the Black Duck Cliff was normal, Zhu Jingkong breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart, which had been hanging all the way, finally let go.

Without waiting for the Phantom Eagle to land, Zhu Jingkong jumped off the back of the eagle and landed on an altar in the middle of the valley.

He took out a witch staff with his right hand, quickly formed a seal with his left hand, and put the mark on the witch staff, then held the witch staff with both hands and slammed it towards the altar.

The altar "banged" with a loud noise, and the altar instantly burst into a dazzling white light, illuminating the entire valley.

The entire Lingwu tribe was immediately alarmed.

Countless figures quickly appeared around the altar, and soon the altar was full of people.

"Chief, how come your strength has dropped to the Heavenly Rank? What happened?" An old man noticed Zhu Jingkong's condition and asked anxiously.

Zhu Jingkong looked around at the tribe members, pulled Tang Yan over, and his voice spread: "Everyone, this is Tang Yan, the leader of Wen Ding. Wen Ding is the closest ally of the Lingwu tribe, and Master Tang is also the most distinguished guest of the Lingwu tribe!

Master Tang gave us the answer to the cultivation problem that has troubled our tribe for tens of thousands of years.

In the process of practicing witchcraft, if the power of the soul is insufficient, it will cause great damage to the soul.

Over time, the carrying capacity of the soul cannot keep up with the growth of our strength, which will make the soul more likely to rupture, thus going astray, destroying the cultivation, or even death.

Master Tang also gave us a solution to the problem..."

Zhu Jingkong Kong explained to the tribe members the method of repairing his soul and the whole story of the feud with Medicine Valley, and finally said: "When the Spiritual Witch Clan was in danger of survival, we were grateful to Mr. Tang for not abandoning us and giving us a shelter!

This kindness should be remembered by the Spiritual Witch Clan for generations!

From now on, we will hide and fight for the throne. Remember not to reveal any whereabouts, otherwise it will bring disaster to the clan.

You must remember the humiliation brought by Medicine Valley, cherish the hard-won opportunity to practice, practice hard, and strive to have the qualification to see the light of day as soon as possible!

Within half an hour, everyone will pack up and return here immediately to wait for the transfer arrangement!"