Mr. Yan has long resided in the Heavenly Do, naturally having consud Human Pills.
The effects of those overwhelming elixirs, once ingested, can transform the vast wasteland he sees into a land of eternal spring and rare flowers over a long ti scale.
However, having consud Human Pills is not the reason he has a deep understanding of them.
"The Changsheng Palace Master thinks he understands Human Pills, but what does he know about elixirs?"
Mr. Yan’s right hand turned into a claw, his five fingers penetrating the bluestone, then hooking slightly to scrape out so gravel from within.
He had three pieces of gravel in total.
Gripping the gravel, he lightly hovered in the air, rising to the edge of the Pill Furnace, where he sat on the edge, tossing a piece of gravel down as if feeding fish.
The stone traced an arc through the air, landing on a large bluestone inside the Pill Furnace with a crisp collision sound.
Throughout the stone’s descent, Mr. Yan watched attentively—he clearly saw the arc disappear for a fleeting mont at three-quarters of its fall.
This sense of disappearance was fleeting but did not escape his eye.
He felt that the pebble vanished into thin air at the mont of the "vanishing sense," as if pulled into an unseen, intangible space.
"At that mont, ti disappeared."
After muttering to himself, Mr. Yan suddenly laughed, though his laughter was still controllable.
Then he tossed down the other two pieces of gravel one after the other.
"Tap, tap!"
Two more crisp collision sounds ca from the pebbles, two arcs were ford by their descent,
and at the track of both arcs, breaks appeared once more.
The only difference was that the heights at which the breaks occurred were not consistent.
Mr. Yan could not restrain himself this ti. He held a lantern and laughed loudly, unrestrained and uncontrollably.
Laughing, he bent over, clutching his belly. If soone else was around, seeing such exaggerated laughter, they might rush to stop him—stop laughing, stop laughing, or you might burst a seam.
"Zhou Xuan, oh Zhou Xuan, you are so bold to hide one elixir in the presence of Bai Yujing, Qing Yangyu, and ’Heaven and Earth.’
"Indeed, there was a Human Pill. Indeed, there was one Human Pill, which erged from the furnace along with that Source Power Pill. That Dan Demon is the Human Pill."
"The places the Dan Demon has lingered will generate a subtle dicinal property. Although these properties decay rapidly over ti, even when they’ve faded greatly, I can still detect the typical ’Human Pill characteristics’ after sniffing almost completely depleted properties,
indicating what a powerful dicinal property this Dan Demon inherently possesses."
Mr. Yan stopped his laughter, crossed his legs, and gazed upward toward the Heavenly Do.
"Should I report Zhou Xuan’s vulnerability to Qing Yangyu? No, he is nothing more than a diocre man, obstinate and ignorant. He won’t believe my words."
"Report it to Bai Yujing? Bai Yujing is grand in scope. If he knew about Zhou Xuan’s vulnerability, he would surely acknowledge my rit and reward greatly,
twenty Yin Pills? Or perhaps eighty Mao Pills?"
Elixirs offered by alchemists would be graded by the Heavenly Do and nad after the twelve hours.
Among them, ’Zi Pill’ is, of course, of the highest quality, followed by ’Chou,’ ’Yin,’ and ’Mao.’
Yin Pills are third-grade elixirs, while Mao Pills are fourth-grade. These two grades of Human Pills are also hard to co by for the Changsheng Palace Master, Qing Yangyu.
Mr. Yan was a re watcher at the Sky Do Gate. To earn twenty Yin Pills through a ssage is already more than enough.
"But is it truly enough?"
Mr. Yan understands alchemy very well, a secret unknown to Qing Yangyu and the entire Changsheng Palace.
Therefore, Mr. Yan knows the value of Dan Demons more than most.
"Twenty Yin Pills are precious, but compared to the Human Pill made by Zhou Xuan, hmph, they aren’t even worth a dirty night pot."
"If I could find that elixir and claim it for myself, that would be a once-in-a-lifeti fortune, wouldn’t you agree?"
Mr. Yan lowered his head, not knowing who he was asking.
After a long while, a gust of wind hit his robes, and a deep, ancient voice drifted from the human skin he wore,
"You’re courting death... Zhou Xuan is a ruthless man capable of slaying the Dream Realm Heavenly God."
The human skin called the "Dream Realm Heavenly God" as the Heavenly God, contrary to the widely known nickna "Doctor."
"Zhou Xuan can slay the Doctor, indeed, he’s powerful..."
"Have you been in the Heavenly Do so long you’ve forgotten the God’s na?" the human skin queried.
Mr. Yan ignored this, simply speaking to himself: "Therefore, I will steal Zhou Xuan’s elixir. Rember, to steal, not to rob."
"Steal the elixir? If caught, wouldn’t you be dood?"
"I have a way to preserve my life."
Mr. Yan’s hand reached into the human skin, patting his own ugly, bloated maggot-like shell, saying,
"Don’t forget, I am currently part of the Heavenly Fire Clan, lofty and overlooking all beings. If captured, revealing my identity—what could Zhou Xuan do to ?"
"Hmph..." The human skin snorted derisively.
"Back when Young Master Lin Ming died, it brought catastrophe to the whole Wuwen Mountain! Wuwen Mountain’s God, ’Sixteen Stances,’ was one of the most formidable god-level entities in the Heavenly Do. Did he dare make a fuss?"
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