87: Chapter 88 Heading to the Upper Sect (Part 2)

Seeing how concerned the other party was, Chen Fan nodded repeatedly. "Since we are both Alchemists, we can discuss the methods of refining Medicinal Pills."

"Elder Chen, the Old Ancestor has given orders not to create any extra complications. The route has already been arranged properly, so please do not make things difficult for the two of us." Qin Shan's expression was slightly cold, looking as if he would brook no refusal.

"Insolent! I am an Elder of the Qin Family; you must not be so insolent."

Having said that, his expression darkened slightly, and he slowly released a powerful pressure, precisely limiting it to the Peak Qi Refining Stage.

"Bang!" The two of them showed pained expressions and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"You…" Qin Shan and Qin Yuan frowned, greatly shocked. They had never imagined that the other party possessed such strength, already having reached the Peak Qi Refining Stage.

After exchanging a glance, they could only forcibly suppress the anger in their hearts.

Yan Xue witnessed this scene, and a smile appeared on her face.

She had always felt that the scholarly Cultivator before her was extraordinary, and it turned out to be true.

After finishing her Spirit Tea, Yan Xue extended her jade hand and summoned a moderately exquisite flying boat.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, please."

Chen Fan nodded slightly, wearing a smile, and walked onto the flying boat.

Qin Shan and Qin Yuan followed closely behind, but just as they were about to step on, they were stopped by a hand extended by the maid behind the female Cultivator surnamed Yan.

"Two Fellow Daoists, this flying boat is a private space. The two of you should just follow in your own flying boat."

"This…" Qin Shan and Qin Yuan looked troubled. Their flying boat was extremely small and of average quality; if they were to keep up with this flying boat, it would certainly consume quite a lot of Spirit Stones.

Just as things were so awkward, Yan Xue cast a spell, and the flying boat slowly rose.

The next moment, with a "whoosh," it flew into the sky, emitting a loud sound of breaking through the air.

"Clan brother, what should we do?" Qin Yuan was anxious.

"We can only follow. When we return to the Qin Family, we must inform the Old Ancestor that this person harbors evil intentions."

However, just after saying this, they saw the flying boat disappear into the horizon. When they prepared to catch up, they could no longer do so.

After the flying boat was flying steadily, Yan Xue walked to the zither and began to play it with great elegance.

The zither music was melodious, like carving and polishing; the rhythm was brisk, like high mountains and flowing water, like pearls falling on a jade plate; in its gentle turns, one could even better see a steady and peaceful state of mind.

Chen Fan sipped the Spirit Tea calmly, but inwardly he was secretly shocked. He had not expected this woman to have such insights into the Dao, and for a moment, he was unsure of her cultivation level.

Just as he was contemplating this, her jade hands suddenly accelerated, and the zither music suddenly became agitated.

The resonant zither music seemed to have the power to capture souls, causing the closely following Qin Shan and Qin Yuan to suffer from splitting headaches, soon unable to control their flying boat.

Yet Chen Fan nodded repeatedly, as if this soul-capturing power had no effect on him at all.

Yan Xue, with a calm expression, saw this and was secretly shocked, accelerating the rhythm once more.

An invisible force spread from far to near, causing all nearby Cultivators to show expressions of pain.

Chen Fan smiled faintly. After finishing the Spirit Tea, he closed his eyes to rest, immersing himself in the beautiful music.

When the melodious zither song ended, Yan Xue couldn't help but look at Chen Fan with higher regard, her eyes brimming with emotion as she said, "I have embarrassed myself."

"You are too modest, Fellow Daoist Yan. Your zither skills are extraordinary, rarely seen in this world."

"I have heard that the Qin Family is known for its unique Alchemy techniques. Over these years, there have been many quite special Medicinal Pills on the market, which are very interesting."

As she spoke, she took a pill bottle from her Storage Pouch.

"The Medicinal Pill inside here is very special. It was bought from your Qin Family's shop. Although the quantity is small, some of them actually carry an ancient aura."

"I wonder if you, Fellow Daoist, know who refined these Medicinal Pills?"

Chen Fan smiled faintly and did not answer directly, instead saying, "Whether it is modern or ancient, the idea of refining the Impurities out of a Medicinal Pill is the same. The Dao of Alchemy lies in taking from the strong to supplement the weak; if one blindly pursues an ancient aura, one will instead go astray."

After hearing this, Yan Xue smiled faintly, knowing that ordinary Cultivators, because they could not refine them, would instead argue in this way.

"In the past, my skills were average, and I once deliberately pursued an ancient aura. Now it seems that was going astray. This is a Medicinal Pill I recently refined; please, do appraise it."

Chen Fan did not deny that those Medicinal Pills with an ancient aura were refined by him, and he slowly handed over a bottle of Medicinal Pills he had refined casually.

Yan Xue was slightly surprised. For these years, she had been searching for the person who refined them, never expecting that the person before her would admit it himself.

She swept her spiritual sense over it slightly, and her eyes suddenly brightened. She cast a spell, and the Medicinal Pill slowly rose.

When she saw the ten distinct lines on it, she was instantly unsettled and extremely excited, saying, "Did you really refine these?"

One must know that supreme-grade Medicinal Pills are rarely encountered on the market; most are quietly purchased by large Families.

"Of course. If you like them, Fellow Daoist, these Medicinal Pills are all yours."

Yan Xue nodded slightly and did not refuse; right now, she wanted even more to know what was special about these Medicinal Pills.

She carefully used her fingernail to scrape off a trace of powder from it. After tasting it carefully, her eyes lit up.

She discovered that it indeed contained a trace of ancient aura, which was not as artificial as the previous Medicinal Pills, but was just right.

More importantly, the gentle spiritual power slowly entered her body, giving one an indescribable sense of comfort.

Yan Xue was secretly shocked: "I never thought the Qin Family would have such an outstanding Alchemist, yet he is not highly valued. What a pity."

Subsequently, the two conversed very happily, and Chen Fan did not hold anything back, slowly speaking of his insights and the subtleties of Alchemy.

Yan Xue gained a great deal, and her eyes were filled with admiration.

"Alchemist Chen, you will surely take first place in this Alchemy Conference. I offer my congratulations in advance."

Chen Fan smiled faintly, his expression bitter: "Originally, I did not want to come, but I could not disobey the command of the Family's Old Ancestor."

"But this time, for the Alchemy competition, if a Qi Refining Cultivator performs outstandingly, there will be a reward of a foundation establishment pill. If Alchemist Chen misses it, it would truly be a pity."

Yan Xue shook her head slightly, her expression full of regret.

"It is of no concern."

Chen Fan smiled faintly, downed a mouthful of Spirit Tea, and nodded repeatedly.

Just when the two were conversing happily, they saw a layer of faint black mist slowly drifting across the distant sky.

"What is this?"

Yan Xue was somewhat nervous, and when she saw a black flying boat vaguely within it, her expression changed drastically.

"Alchemist Chen, something is terribly wrong; we have encountered Cultivators of the Demonic Path."

Having said that, she cast a spell with all her might, turning the flying boat to retreat rapidly.

"Hahaha, it is too late."

The speaker was a burly Cultivator, his eyes filled with greed.

Standing on the black flying boat were a dozen or so Black-Clad Demonic Cultivators, each holding a sharp blade, eyes wide, continuously scanning over.

After casting spells together, the black flying boat suddenly flashed, blocking the escape route of their flying boat at extreme speed.

"Beauty, why aren't you running anymore?"

The leading burly Cultivator revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth, staring fixedly at Yan Xue's seductive figure.