‘Alchemy: Basic Stage (Mastery)’

As the handwriting changed, a large number of memories flooded into Zhang Rongfang's mind.

He closed his eyes and vaguely saw that he had been refining various basic elixirs for three years.

The elixirs and formulas he refined were all basic formulas that he had seen and learned during these years.

One pot, one stove.

In the beginning, his failure rate was extremely high, but as the number of attempts increased, the time became longer.

His success rate slowly began to increase and become higher.

'Sure enough...it really happened...' Zhang Rongfang was delighted.

It is completely confirmed that the attribute column is not just focused on martial arts. Other skills are also suitable.

'My trap failed to show options at the beginning. It's probably because I only learned one trap technique and didn't understand the principles. My understanding was not complete and comprehensive enough.'

After confirming that the attribute points have a wider range of uses, Zhang Rongfang's eyes darkened.

'In this way...traps, medical skills, mechanisms, etc. can all be activated in case of emergencies.'

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Late at night.

Between Yangshuo City and Tianbao Palace, there is a large woodland.

Groups of bandits from Futu Mountain, under the orders of Monk Hongyan, disguised themselves as ordinary people, and gathered together to prepare with stacks of identity information copied with money.

There were sixteen people in the group.

The leader was named Zheng Jiaquan, and he had been following Monk Hongyan for a long time.

"Are you all ready?" Zheng Jiaquan was wearing a large and small snakeskin bag, which was full of notes and stickers copied in advance.

"Master, are we...really going to go up there and scatter?" Zhang Huisheng, the second master's jade-hand scholar, asked in a low voice, with some worry on his face.

"Of course it's true. If you just rush up and throw it away, what are you afraid of?" Zheng Jiaquan said impatiently.

Zhang Ying's identity was first exposed so that he could no longer hide and was expelled from the Taoist Sect.

If it is unsuccessful, induce it from within and lead it out.

This is the entire plan of Mount Futu.

Within a month, if it doesn’t work, it will be withdrawn.

"Let's go, let's be afraid! The reward will be doubled if we go!" Zheng Jiaquan shouted.

A group of people instigated for a long time before quietly walking along the mountain and approaching Tianbao Palace.

Some people first took out the notices they were going to put up. These were intended to be posted on the tree trunks on both sides of the official road near Tianbao Palace.

"who!?"

Before they were even a hundred meters away, a group of Taoist armored warriors patrolling with lanterns quickly approached this direction.

"Hurry up!!"

Zheng Jiaquan kept urging.

The five men immediately sped up and took the copybook and pasted it on the tree trunk by the roadside.

call!!

Suddenly there was a scream.

With a pop, a high-speed rotating machete struck hard on the back of a bandit who had posted a copybook.

The blood surged very high.

The bandit howled miserably and turned around to run away, but it was too late.

He didn't run a few steps before he fell to the ground, unable to move.

Soon, several more rotating machetes flew in, severely hitting the remaining bandits.

Zheng Jiaquan was stunned, looking at the scene in front of him, it was so exaggerated that he could not believe it.

They... they just came over and posted a few pieces of paper...

Do you want to be that exaggerated??

Zheng Jiaquan couldn't understand it at all.

"Beat these guys from the Tiansuo Cult to death!" I heard the leader on the opposite side yell angrily. "I've come here twice, and you dare to come a third time, you're looking for death!!"

The bandits fell to the ground one after another, basically all of them attacked them in one encounter.

There is no resistance.

The stickers in their hands were also splattered with blood and stained red, making it difficult to see the words clearly.

Zheng Jiaquan didn't care much at all, turned around and ran away. He didn't even care about the stickers and notes on his body, so he dropped them and ran away.

After this group of people finished running.

The few masters who had just been chasing them quickly returned to their original place, picked up all the scattered notes and stickers on the ground, gathered them together, and burned them directly.

The leader had a ponytail, long brown hair hanging down behind him, and a very tall figure.

He picked up a piece of paper and read it.

'The true identity of Zhang Ying from the Great Dao Sect is actually the Spirit Envoy of the Golden Wing Tower of the East Sect. His purpose is to sneak into the Great Dao Sect and drag the entire Tianbao Palace into the battle between the Eastern Sect and the Western Sect!'

"Well, the content is well written, but unfortunately... we can't do anything against the masters of Xizong, but you guys can still solve this problem easily." He shook his head and waved his hand.

"Brothers, withdraw."

A group of people responded, quickly cleaned up the mess, and quickly left the forest.

From the beginning to the end, no one knew their true identities or why they pretended to be Taoist cultists.

After a while, several figures were attracted by the sound and rushed to the woodland, but except for large blood stains on corpses, nothing else was found.

"Is it another east sect and west sect fighting each other?" someone asked in a low voice.

"Probably, but this time they are all at the bottom and there is nothing to see." Another person replied.

"Then don't worry about it. Our position is neutral and impartial. As long as it doesn't affect us, we don't care about anything else."

"Understood!"

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Most.

In a secret basement that no one has discovered.

"Golden elixir stage... I really didn't expect that... that little guy actually reached the golden elixir stage."

A woman with a stiff face, dressed in plain white, with a gold belt around her waist, admired the miniature wooden model of the entire metropolis in front of her with her hands behind her hands.

The model has towers and pavilions criss-crossing each other. Some places are gorgeous and prosperous, while others are poor and simple.

Except for the part of the palace that is empty, the rest of the place is quite complete.

Opposite the woman, a woman with the same stiff face and a smaller stature raised her head and let out a sigh.

"He lied to me."

"What are you lying to?" the woman with the gold belt asked doubtfully.

"Lied to me that he was nineteen years old." The petite woman replied.

"Isn't he twenty-six?" The woman with the golden belt was surprised.

"The information has just been changed to thirty-five." The petite woman continued.

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"...."

"Then how old is this kid?!" The woman with the gold belt was speechless.

"Nine-level martial arts, golden elixir of literary skills, he is not the core of the great sect's concentrated resources to cultivate masters. His age of thirty-five should be true. The rest of his identity is probably fake." The petite woman answered.

"This is amazing. I can't even touch my bones..." The gold-belted woman sighed, "No wonder you value him so much and even arranged a retreat through the induction door."

She paused. "However, based on this alone, the thirty-five-year-old Jin Dan is not enough for the Taoist Sect to protect him. Ninth Grade or something has no meaning to that sect."

"It doesn't matter, I'll arrange for someone to handle it. Once this period of time passes, everything will be fine.

And...I'm about to enter the extreme state...If I don't settle down well, I will forget all this by then." The petite woman said softly.
To be continued...