bestfiction Chapter 6 Zongyou's Alchemy
Chapter 6 Zongyou's Alchemy
When Shen Yao came out after retrieving the medicine, she heard a commotion in the courtyard. Standing on the second-floor corridor and looking into the courtyard, she saw that her fellow disciples in the alchemy room had finished their theoretical lessons and were beginning their practical alchemy training.
All I could see were my fellow disciples, who had gained this for free, each occupying a courtyard, spaced three meters apart. They were all taking out their alchemy tools, some fiddling with them, others starting their furnaces.
Shen Yao found it interesting; she had only ever seen Taoist alchemists in movies and TV dramas before, and this was the first time she had seen it in real life.
He decided not to leave immediately and leaned on the railing of the second-floor corridor, watching his fellow clansmen refine elixirs with great interest.
There were sixteen fellow clansmen in the courtyard, ten brothers and six sisters. Among them, two men and one woman had fire spirit roots and were busy running around the courtyard helping everyone light the furnace.
Shen Yao stared intently at the female cultivator. She wore a pink dress with a pink sachet tied around her waist. Her round face was fair and delicate, and she would blow air into the stove after forming hand seals to start a fire. This was Lu Qingqing, the adorable junior sister in Bai Luo's memory.
Lu Qingqing, who is twelve years old this year, has a mid-grade spiritual root of fire, wood, and qi. She is an orphan that her master found during his travels seven years ago.
Disciples of the Immortal Clan who meet the sect's recruitment criteria generally enter the sect at the age of eight. Before the age of eight, they live and study with their parents or relatives.
A small number of exceptionally talented children are taken away and nurtured by major sects at an early age.
Orphans of average status, in this dog-eat-dog world, are rarely lucky enough to be adopted; most are left to fend for themselves.
Lu Qingqing was lucky; she met Zhao Zhen, the sect leader of the Lingcao Sect, who was a traveling healer.
The Spirit Herb Sect is located in a remote area, and there are not many disciples in the sect. They are all of the eighth-grade spiritual roots, and their lifespans can be seen at a glance.
The sect leader and elders are all medicine cultivators, and they are all quite carefree and benevolent. There is no competition within the sect, making it a veritable paradise compared to other sects in the cultivation world.
Lu Qingqing's given name is Qingqing, but she loves pink the most. She has to wear pink clothes, pink hairpins, pink storage rings, and even pink bedding in her disciples' residences.
The sect leader and elders doted on her, as did her fellow disciples. Even the windows of her junior sister's residence were dyed pink with highly pigmented bubble flowers.
The cultivators of the Spirit Herb Sect all have a bit of a soft heart, Shen Suyao thought to herself.
The preparations by the clansmen were quick. By this time, there was no more noise in the courtyard. The fellow disciples were all guarding their own alchemy furnaces, earnestly refining elixirs.
Shen Yao looked at the alchemy furnaces; some emitted blue smoke, some red smoke, and some yellow smoke—a dazzling array of colors. There were even a few emitting black smoke!
This doesn't look like the refining of healing elixirs; it looks more like a bunch of fake Taoist priests concocting poison. Especially those furnaces belching black smoke—the smoke is getting thicker and thicker…
"Is it going to explode?" Shen Yao thought to herself.
"Oh!"
"Boom!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"The oven's exploding! Get out of the way!"
Suddenly someone shouted that the furnace had exploded, and the experienced members of the clan immediately hid under the tables of their respective alchemy furnaces.
Some formed and some unformed pills kept flying out of the furnace, crashing into the thick, riddled courtyard walls without any pattern.
"Wow!" Shen Yao exclaimed. So that's how the pits and bumps on the courtyard wall came about!
After the banging stopped, the clansmen remained hidden under the table.
The Third Elder came out of the house, glanced at the several stoves emitting black smoke in the yard, shook his head and pursed his lips. He then looked around at the quails under the table, sighed, and went back into the house.
Shen Yao guessed that the Third Elder was thinking to himself, "You are the worst class I have ever taught." "It's true that each class is worse than the last."
"Coo coo coo coo coo coo coo".
"Oh!"
"Boom!"
Another explosion rang out, and another wave of formed and unformed pills flew out of the new furnace, crashing into the even more dilapidated, thick courtyard wall.
Shen Yao was speechless with astonishment.
"Pfft, you fellow clan members are truly a bunch of useless trash, hahaha." The Purple Cloud Golden Beetle peeked out from Shen Yao's sleeve and mocked.
Shen Yao rolled her eyes at it: "I'm on the same level as them, I'm a piece of trash too."
“You’re different.” The golden beetle said confidently, “Once you have the cheat code, Daddy guarantees you’ll become very strong.”
"Oh, I'll just take your word for it, thank you."
After the furnace exploded several more times, the fellow disciples gradually emerged from under the table, and Shen Yao was certain that it was finally over.
Watching her fellow clansmen dejectedly clean up the mess, Shen Yao felt a bit hungry, so she decided to leave the Spirit Pill Hall and go to the sect's kitchen to find something to eat.
The kitchen is located next to the disciples' quarters. There are five cooks and three female cooks in the kitchen, all of whom are low-grade ninth-rank cultivators with dual spiritual roots of water and fire.
Eight chefs take turns on duty every day to ensure that the disciples can come to the kitchen to eat anytime from morning to night.
In this fantasy world, there is no such thing as fasting; you have to eat when you're hungry.
Immortals need to eat, demons need to eat, and monsters need to eat.
Even those with the worst spiritual roots need to eat, and so do those with the best spiritual roots.
Aside from life and death, this is the fairest thing; everyone has to eat when they're hungry.
Whether it's fruits, flowers, herbs, rare animals, fish, meat, or elixirs and dew, no matter what you eat, you still have to eat something.
Shen Yao quickly filled her stomach, ate and drank her fill, and returned to the disciples' residence. She found Bai Luo's room, which was now hers.
The room was very clean and tidy. The outer room and the inner room were separated by a curtain. To the right of the entrance was an exquisite tall incense table with a small three-legged openwork censer on it.
The incense in the burner was still burning, and there was a faint floral scent in the room. Shen Suyao thought it smelled a lot like the jasmine scent of windmills on Blue Star.
Lying on the comfortable and soft bed in the inner room, looking at the exquisitely carved and antique-style canopy, Shen Yao felt like she was dreaming.
There really are time-travel and resurrection cases in this world.
Shen Yao suddenly found it hard to believe.
Could it all have been a dream? If so, the dream was too long and too real.
Thinking back to my past life, I was troubled by unemployment and worried about mortgage payments.
In the blink of an eye, she arrived in the world of cultivation, transmigrating into the body of an eighth-rank female cultivator with good parents, a good older brother, and a good sect.
He has a lifespan of 270 years, doesn't have to worry about food or shelter, has a dimensional master guarding him, and his cheat-like abilities haven't even arrived yet...
When will the cheat code arrive? I'm really curious about what a cheat code is.
"Daughter, Daddy's going out for a bit." The boy's voice interrupted Shen Yao's thoughts.
Shen Yao asked, "It's getting dark, where are you going?"
Golden Beetle: "Don't worry about that. I'm just going out for a little while. I'll be right back."
Shen Yao stared at the golden beetle for a while: "You're so small, what if you fly out and get eaten by birds?"
Golden Beetle: "Don't worry, there's nothing in this world that can harm this sect master."
Shen Yao was still a little worried: "Then tell me the location, so that if you don't come back later, I'll know where to look for you."
The golden beetle stopped in suspense: "I'm just going to the back mountain to get something to eat! You've eaten and drunk your fill, but this door god hasn't eaten yet!"
Shen Yao felt embarrassed. She had only been focused on filling her own stomach in the kitchen and hadn't thought about whether an insect was hungry. It was indeed her oversight.
The Golden Beetle could tell what his daughter was thinking at a glance. To prevent her from feeling guilty, he explained, "Don't worry, I won't eat what you're eating. I'm going to the back mountain to absorb the natural energy at night. The natural energy in this world is most concentrated at dawn and dusk, which is most helpful for my recovery."
“There’s a restriction on the back mountain, so you can’t go in. How about I take you to other mountains for a stroll?” Shen Yao said as she got up.
"Alright, alright, you can lie down now. No restriction can stop this sect master. Go to sleep." After saying that, the golden beetle didn't wait for Shen Yao's reply and spread its wings to fly away through the window.