62: Medicine Man (10)

Legend has it that the cause of Elder Jixia’s death was extremely peculiar. Some say that the Old Ancestor also wanted to do something to his two precious Disciples, but was instead ganged up on and killed by them.

Later, Qian Yuan tried to pull the same trick on Cang Yu, who sensed something was wrong and fled in a panic.

At the time, Si Yun couldn't help but complain a few times.

“Good heavens.”

“What a truly well-inherited sect, perfectly embodying the excellent tradition of deceiving masters, destroying ancestors, and harming Disciples.”

He was scared.

He was truly scared of the words “taking a master.”

Without thinking, he blurted out.

“Unwilling.”

The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone present.

The entire underground cave instantly fell silent.

Everyone looked at Si Yun as if he were a madman.

He refused?

He actually refused?

That was Divine Alchemist Mo! The Western Desert’s number one Alchemist, a Grotto-Heaven Realm Expert who had one foot in the Pill Venerable Domain!

Even the Western Desert’s only Holy Land power regarded Divine Alchemist Mo as an honored guest.

“Is this kid crazy? He actually doesn’t want such a heaven-sent opportunity?”

“Is his brain broken? Or does he not even recognize Divine Alchemist Mo?”

The previously arrogant Red-robed Youth and the woman in green were now gaping in shock.

Wang Ye’s pale face also turned to a blank stare.

He couldn't fathom how anyone in this world could refuse Divine Alchemist Mo’s invitation to take them as a Disciple.

Even Divine Alchemist Mo himself was stunned.

He had lived for several millennia and had seen countless Geniuses who wanted to desperately become his Disciple, many of whom were direct descendants of various Grotto-Heaven Blessed Lands and even Holy Lands.

But he had refused them all.

This was because his unique Dao of Alchemy could only be inherited by those with the Heavenly Elixir Precious Body.

Now that he had finally found a perfect successor and personally extended an invitation, he was actually rejected on the spot?

This made him question his life for a moment.

Si Yun met the gaze that seemed to see through his heart, forced himself to calm down, and cupped his hands, saying, “This Junior already has a master and dares not seek another.”

This was the only excuse he could think of.

Hearing this, the surprise in Divine Alchemist Mo’s eyes slowly turned into admiration.

“Good, a truly loyal and righteous young man.”

He stroked his beard, smiled, and nodded.

“To be able to teach a Disciple like you, your sect must also be a place that values etiquette and Legacy.”

Si Yun inwardly grumbled.

It’s more than just valuing etiquette; they’ve practically etched the words “etiquette” into their bones, even thinking about how to send off their Disciples during festivals.

Divine Alchemist Mo was determined.

He looked at Si Yun as if he were a Peerless Grade treasure that had been lost and found again.

“Very well, since you already have a master, this old man will not force you.”

“However, even if there is no master-Disciple relationship, this old man’s Legacy cannot be cut off just like that.”

“You, come with me.”

With that, he waved his large sleeve, and a gentle force enveloped Si Yun. The two instantly vanished from the spot.

Only a group of dumbfounded Western Desert Geniuses and the several Elders who exchanged glances remained… Si Yun was brought by Divine Alchemist Mo to a Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land.

However, this place was far from what he imagined the residence of the Western Desert’s number one Alchemist would be like.

If not for Divine Alchemist Mo residing here, this would be the lowest-ranked Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land in the Western Desert.

Unsolicited kindness is often a sign of ill intent.

Si Yun was extremely vigilant, constantly guarding against the old man revealing his true intentions.

However, Divine Alchemist Mo merely settled him down, diligently taught him his unique Alchemy techniques every day, and answered his cultivation questions, without any malicious intent.

One day, while explaining a passage of Dao of Alchemy insights to Si Yun, Divine Alchemist Mo suddenly frowned.

He stretched out a withered finger and gently tapped Si Yun’s glabella.

“Oh?”

A pure Divine Soul power probed into Si Yun’s body, carefully investigating.

“You, my boy, how can there be such a hidden Pill Poison in your body?”

Pill Poison?

Si Yun was startled and immediately calmed his mind to inspect his interior, but found nothing.

Divine Alchemist Mo’s expression was serious.

“This poison is extremely insidious. It lies dormant on normal days and can even disguise itself as medicinal power nourishing the body. But once a certain time comes, it will instantly erupt, corroding the Divine Soul and severing life force.”

“If this old man hadn’t been sorting out your Meridians today, even I wouldn’t have noticed.”

Si Yun’s back was instantly drenched in cold sweat.

He knew without a doubt that this must be the work of Cang Yu or Qian Yuan.

Most likely Qian Yuan!

That old dog never intended for him to live from the start, having already left this life-claiming hidden move!

What a ruthless method!

Divine Alchemist Mo looked at Si Yun’s pale face and sighed.

“Never mind, since you are the successor this old man values, I will not stand by and do nothing.”

With that, he directly opened his Pill Furnace and began to deduce the Pill Formula for the antidote for Si Yun.

Watching Divine Alchemist Mo’s busy back, Si Yun felt a mix of emotions, and the ice-like vigilance in his heart finally began to loosen.

Time flew by.

Ten years passed in a flash.

With Divine Alchemist Mo’s unlimited supply of resources, and even personally finding Peerless Grade spiritual items for his Heavenly Spirit Realm Breakthrough, Si Yun successfully passed the Heavenly Tribulation and entered the Heavenly Spirit Realm.

His Alchemy skills also broke through, achieving the rank of Pill Emperor.

In these ten years, Divine Alchemist Mo had taught him everything he knew, treating him like his own son.

Si Yun also gradually learned that the reason Divine Alchemist Mo stayed in this decaying Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land was because it was created by an old friend of his.

After his old friend’s demise, he remained here, guarding his friend’s last painstaking effort.

He was indeed a loyal and righteous person.

After achieving the rank of Pill Emperor, at Divine Alchemist Mo’s request, Si Yun set off for the Western Desert Holy Land to participate in a young generation Dao of Alchemy competition hosted by the Holy Land… The Holy Land plaza was packed with people.

The fragrance of pills permeated the air, and flames soared into the sky.

On the high platform, Wang Ye wore a luxurious Pill King robe, his face beaming with a confident smile.

Just now, he had successfully refined a seventh-tier Medicinal Pill, drawing cheers from the entire audience, and even the Holy Land Elders praised him endlessly.

Pill King!

To achieve the rank of Pill King at such a young age, his future prospects were limitless!

Feeling the envious gazes around him, Wang Ye felt immensely pleased.

Ten years ago, that mysterious person who suddenly appeared and then suddenly disappeared had been his lingering nightmare.

He could have become a Pill King in three years, but because of that shadow, Heart Demons arose, and it took him a full eight years.

Now, he had finally broken through his Bottleneck and stood at the pinnacle of the young generation of Alchemy in the Western Desert.

That person’s gloom should also vanish like smoke.

He scanned the audience below with a triumphant air, enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention.

Suddenly, in a corner of the crowd, he caught sight of a somewhat familiar figure.

“Pill King Wang, look at that person. Their Alchemy technique is so strange, completely lacking in proper form. It’s simply a wild style.”

A nearby Alchemist said flatteringly.

Alchemy technique?

Wild?

These two words suddenly unlocked Wang Ye’s memories, sealed for ten years.

That person’s figure instantly appeared in his mind.

Impossible… Absolutely impossible… Just as Wang Ye’s mind was in a trance, a sudden change occurred!

On the other side of the plaza, an aura a hundred times more terrifying than when he had just refined his Medicinal Pill soared into the sky!

Above the sky, a dense tribulation cloud gathered without warning, and purple lightning snakes weaved through the clouds, emitting a destructive aura.

“Heavens! This is… a Pill Tribulation!”

“Such a powerful Pill Tribulation… could an eighth-tier Medicinal Pill be about to emerge?”

“Has some Pill Emperor adult in the Holy Land opened their furnace?”

The entire audience was in an uproar, and everyone looked in the direction from which the aura came.

Wang Ye also turned his head sharply.

He saw it.

At the focal point of everyone’s attention, a familiar figure stood calmly before a Pill Furnace, one hand behind his back, looking up at the tribulation clouds in the sky.

That face, that demeanor, that gaze… it was exactly the same as the nightmare that had haunted him for ten years!

It was him!

Pfft—!

Wang Ye felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of fresh blood suddenly gushed out.