With Luo Chen’s return, the once quiet Yao Yue Island bustled anew.
Pill Refiners and dicine Disciples bustled about, handling all sorts of trivial dicinal herbs for Luo Chen.
That massive Pill Tripod also revealed itself intermittently on the small island.
However, this ti, not many Cultivators dared to co and watch.
Within Ten Mile Flat Lake, a ferocious Black Dragon slumbered, with massive Demon Qi uncontrollably leaking out of its body from ti to ti.
Without the protection of Luo Chen, those ordinary Qi Refinent and Foundation Establishnt cultivators simply could not contend with that Demon Qi.
Others rely assud the Black Dragon was protecting the island to keep outsiders from prying.
Only Luo Chen knew that this was the Black King refining and assimilating the essence of a Cliff Serpent that had failed to transcend its tribulation.
As all its attention was on the refinent, it fell into a "feigned slumber," hence it could not control the leaking of its power.
One could imagine, once the Black King awakened, its strength would surely surge, and its very foundation and talent might see even greater improvent.
The question was whether the bloodline of the Black Scaled Giant Pythons ancestors included that of the Cliff Serpent and whether it could well integrate it.
The bustling Pill Refinent work on the island affected many people, with many benefiting from it.
Xu Muxian was among them.
Twelve years ago, he was just an insignificant mber of an offshoot lineage within the clan, overlooked by everyone.
Twelve years later, he had reached the Seventh Level Qi Refinent Realm and married into the Cheng Family, the first Clan of the Flying Swallow Islands, creating his own small family.
Walking among the various islands, everyone he t treated him with the utmost respect, even Foundation Establishnt True Cultivators greeted him with a smile.
All this was simply because he carried the title of a "Demon Monarch’s Disciple."
But only Xu Muxian himself knew that he was rely a "registered" disciple.
The Demon King Qingyang’s guidance consisted rely of limited resource provision, along with occasional tips when he assisted with Pill Refinent.
There were no true ntor-disciple transmissions of Cultivation Techniques or Secret Techniques at all!
Xu Muxian felt quite ambivalent about this.
He earnestly wished to beco the true successor, but clearly, the other party did not have that intention.
This Golden Core Ascendant Master, although benevolent in nature, clearly didn’t plan on using the Flying Swallow Islands as a Base Camp for ongoing operations. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have turned a blind eye to the small sches below.
Inside the Side Hall, Xu Muxian tallied the number of Elixirs and placed the Elixir Pills radiating intense cold onto a cold jade tray, and then carried it toward the main hall.
His gaze fell onto the cold jade tray, and his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at those Elixirs.
Even if he could not beco a disciple of the Demon Monarch, it did not affect his heartfelt admiration for Luo Chen!
The Jade Dew Pill was an extrely difficult to refine Second Order Elixir.
With his current Pill Refinent Technique, he couldn’t even begin to imagine how to refine it.
Yet under the hands of Demon King Qingyang, the making of Ascendant Grade and even Top Grade Jade Dew Pills seed almost effortless!
Such a mastery was simply unfathomable.
Especially considering this wasn’t even Demon Monarch’s own limit.
The Third Order Pills were the sa!
"Can I ever reach half the proficiency of my ntor in this lifeti?"
Muttering to himself, the now middle-aged man entered the serene Green Sun Great Hall.
The mont he stepped in, a deep roar thundered in his ears like peals of thunder!
"Roar..."
Xu Muxian’s body trembled as if struck by a heavy blow as the corner of his mouth even ooze a trace of blood.
Staggering back a few steps, he involuntarily left the Green Sun Great Hall.
Now looking back, the hall remained as quiet as before.
His eyes revealed a terror, "What Cultivation Technique is my ntor practicing, to emit such agonizing sounds?"
...
In the Cultivation Room.
Luo Chen’s expression was ferociously twisted, his skin, reddened from prolonged use of the True Fla Pill, now streaked with black lines that, upon a glance, looked like the cracked earth of a parched field.
And upon his naked body, a black halo flowed like water, slowly seeping into his flesh.
With every penetration, he couldn’t help but let out a low roar.
It was like the anguish of childbirth or the mournful howling of a wild beast, making one’s heart tremble.
Just hearing the sound was so terrifying, one could imagine the intense pain he was enduring!
As ti ticked by, the black halo on the surface of his body, through Luo Chen’s relentless refinent, finally completely infiltrated inside.
A thin black mbrane intermittently appeared on his dry skin.
"Phew..."
Luo Chen opened his eyes, his whole body slumped as he propped his hands on his knees, gasping in fresh air.
His eyes held a touch of lingering fear.
Just now, he had externally applied a successfully refined Four-Order Black Emperor Ointnt!
Yes, it was the Four-Order Black Emperor Ointnt made from the shell of a Third-order Demon Crab King.
Until today, he had never ingested an Elixir of such grade for Physique Training.
Even the one that Han Zhan had rewarded him outside the Sky Drum Plain Battlefield was only Third Order.
Therefore, no matter how painful it was said to consu the Black Emperor Ointnt, he didn’t care much.
The pain he had experienced throughout his cultivation path, was far more than just that.
Whether practicing "Ming God’s Divine Cleanse," Blood Evil Channel Opening, Thunderbolt Enlightennt, which was not unbearably painful for ordinary people.
Especially that year in the White Night Ruins, where he achieved a Savage Ancient Desolation Third Order Body using the Power of the Heavenly Thunder, the agony was even more frightening.
But compared to taking the Four-Order Black Emperor Ointnt, all those pains seed trivial.
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