"Has junior disciple just joined a few days ago?"
Seeing the curiosity on Mo Wangchen’s face, Lin Ruyuan couldn’t help but smile and then explained, "This mountain is the Wangyou Courtyard, residence of the forr Saint Heir of our Pill Sect. Though the Saint Heir left hundreds of years ago, he remains our Saint Heir. Since you’ve joined the sect, you should know who I’m referring to."
Mo Wangchen nodded. The person ntioned was naturally himself, yet he remained expressionless and asked, "Can I go in to have a look? Or, is there a way for to enter?"
Lin Ruyuan smiled, "Since junior disciple just joined, forcibly entering Wangyou Courtyard would be a severe offense. However, if you want to go in, it’s not impossible. You need the Saint Master’s approval, but..."
He didn’t finish his sentence, instead, he scrutinized Mo Wangchen, making it clear that ordinary disciples would find it difficult even to et the Saint Master, let alone get his approval.
Upon hearing these words, Mo Wangchen slightly cupped his hands in gesture and then turned to leave.
Clearly, he didn’t wish to forcibly trespass; after all, this was the Pill Sect. As the forr Saint Heir, it would be false to say he had no emotional attachnt, so naturally, he didn’t want to break the rules.
Soon, Mo Wangchen walked towards the Main Peak’s location based on his mory. Upon reaching the top of a mountain, he saw an ancient hall before him, reminiscent of his mories.
This is the long-term residence of the Sect Master.
No one guarded the entrance to the hall. Mo Wangchen stepped in and soon scented the fragrance of pills.
"Is soone practicing alchemy?"
Curious, he continued forward, and when he reached the hall’s back, he saw a man sitting cross-legged with a pill furnace in front of him. The furnace’s alchemy fire was flourishing, showing signs of soon forming a pill.
Perhaps due to his deep focus, the man hadn’t noticed Mo Wangchen’s arrival. His eyes were fixed on the furnace, and as ti passed, his eyebrows furrowed increasingly, evidently challenged by the pill he was concocting.
"It’s that kid..."
Mo Wangchen recognized the man; it was none other than his old disciple from when he was still within the Pill Sect, Zhang Feng!
This was the Sect Master’s residence, and Zhang Feng was practicing alchemy here. Could it be that he had beco the current Saint Master of the Pill Sect?
To this, Mo Wangchen was not particularly surprised. Even back in the day, he had seen Zhang Feng’s extraordinary talent in the Alchemy Dao; it was rely buried due to various reasons.
Since following Mo Wangchen, his skill in alchemy had grown remarkably, which undoubtedly confird Mo Wangchen’s judgnt.
If Zhang Feng had indeed beco the present Saint Master of the Pill Sect, Mo Wangchen would not find it strange at all.
"Buzz... Buzz..."
Mo Wangchen did not disturb Zhang Feng but quietly approached, standing behind him. It was uncertain how much ti had passed when the pill furnace before Zhang Feng began to shake restlessly.
"Quickly reduce the alchemy fire and protect the pill with your perception; first stabilize the furnace."
Mo Wangchen spoke up, for clearly, Zhang Feng’s concoction was supposed to explode, which would be dangerous if not redied in ti.
Hearing a voice from behind, Zhang Feng was startled, but he couldn’t afford to pause and hurriedly adjusted the alchemy fire, stabilizing the furnace after a while.
"The dicinal properties are too strong, causing significant obstruction to forming the pill. You can draw a thread of alchemy fire to refine it, evaporating the excessive dicinal properties." Mo Wangchen spoke again.
Zhang Feng found it reasonable and imdiately followed suit.
"Now you can increase the temperature inside the furnace a bit." Mo Wangchen continued.
Ultimately, under his verbal guidance, the pill furnace did not explode, but Zhang Feng still failed to succeed in his alchemy.
The principal cause of failure was not due to Mo Wangchen’s guidance being flawed; rather, Zhang Feng’s perception strength was insufficient to refine the pill within the furnace.
Fortunately, all was safe, and no accidents occurred.
"Phew..."
Uncertain of how much ti had elapsed, Zhang Feng exhaled slowly, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and his face bore a look of lingering fear.
Evidently, if it weren’t for guidance from the person behind him, the pill furnace might have exploded long ago. Moreover, through this guidance, he seed to have learned so invaluable concoction thods.
"Thank you..."
While thinking this, Zhang Feng stood up intending to express his gratitude, but upon turning and seeing Mo Wangchen, he was utterly stunned into silence.
"Master?!"
Only after a good while did Zhang Feng recover from his shock, looking at Mo Wangchen with an incredulous expression.
"You rascal, your perception isn’t there yet; why insist on refining the pill in the furnace?"
Mo Wangchen shook his head with a wry smile, speaking in a tone of reprimand.
Evidently, he did not approve of Zhang Feng’s actions, finding them too risky. If he hadn’t happened to arrive and offer guidance, the pill furnace’s explosion would not only demolish the hall but also endanger Zhang Feng’s life.
Upon receiving Mo Wangchen’s reprimand, despite being the current Saint Master of Pill Sect, Zhang Feng could only lower his head in sha.
After not having seen Mo Wangchen for so long, Zhang Feng naturally had many reflections. If not for the care he received from Mo Wangchen in the past, how could he possibly enjoy the status he holds today?
Reflecting now, over nine hundred years have passed.
He beca the Saint Master of Pill Sect, while Mo Wangchen had beco a legend of Tiannan.
But regardless of the circumstances, Zhang Feng never dared to forget the gracious guidance Mo Wangchen had given him.
Throughout the conversation with Zhang Feng, Mo Wangchen learned about the developnts within Pill Sect over recent years.
Including how the forr Saint Master, after stepping down and passing the role to Zhang Feng, himself beca the Supre Elder of the Pill Sect, residing in the depths of the rear mountain, focusing on alchemy studies and the pursuit of martial arts.
"If the Supre Elder learns of your return, he will surely be very happy. I’ll notify him right away," said Zhang Feng as he prepared to walk out of the hall.
Mo Wangchen stopped him, shook his head, and said, "No need, I’ll go by myself."
He asked Zhang Feng not to spread the news of his return widely and then walked out of the hall alone, heading towards the rear mountain.
At the midsection of an Absolute Peak, Mo Wangchen finally arrived in front of a courtyard.
A gnarled old tree stood within the courtyard, its branches and leaves lush in the midsumr. An elderly man, whose hair and beard were white, sat cross-legged before the tree, his eyes closed, imrsing in cultivation.
Seeing the elder elicited surprise in Mo Wangchen, for he appeared completely different from the image of the old Saint Master in his mory.
When he left years ago, the old Saint Master was rely middle-aged. Unexpectedly, after nine hundred years, when they t again, the elder had such a deanor.
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