Mortal Alchemy

Chen Ping did not leave the alchemy room immediately.

Instead, he cleaned up the traces in the alchemy room to prevent others from seeing that he had refined Foundation Establishment Pills here and broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage.

He had many secrets and couldn't let them be discovered.

Another reason was that now that he had established his foundation, he would no longer need to refine pills in this alchemy room.

Since he wouldn't be using this alchemy room, he had to clean it up and hand it over to the next person.

Just like how Xu Fengshan had brought him into this alchemy room more than a decade ago.

After doing all this, Chen Ping walked out of the alchemy room.

When he scanned the entire Pill Hall again, the vision in his eyes was completely different.

All kinds of thoughts that had been suppressed in his heart vanished at this moment.

He didn't have to refine pills for the Mu family for the rest of his life, like a consumable.

He also didn't need to carefully conceal his cultivation with Turtle Breath Technique, fearing that others would see through it.

He was no longer afraid of avoiding Mu Xingling.

Once past the Foundation Establishment hurdle, the world was his oyster.

When he first entered the Mu family, Tang Sheng even doubted whether he could cultivate to the third or fifth level of Qi Refining.

In the blink of an eye, twenty-three years had passed, and Chen Ping had established his foundation, while Tang Sheng was probably already buried and turned into a handful of yellow earth.

Chen Ping did not hide his Foundation Establishment aura. When feeling proud, why should he bow his head?

Besides, the Pill Hall hadn't had anyone reach the Foundation Establishment stage for more than two hundred years.

Chen Ping's breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment stage could be considered as opening the gates of heaven for the disciples of the Pill Hall!

"Foundation Establishment aura, who is it?"

"Hiss, that Martial Uncle looks so unfamiliar..."

"Hey? Isn't that Senior Brother Chen? He... he actually established his foundation!"

Chen Ping walked out of the alchemy room and headed towards the Left Hall Master's dojo.

Along the way, he ran into many disciples of the Pill Hall.

One quarter, two quarters, three quarters of an hour passed, and then all the disciples of the Pill Hall were in an uproar. Some even took the initiative to cheer and shout for Chen Ping:

"Martial Uncle Chen has established his foundation!"

There were quite a few disciples in the Pill Hall now, unlike when Chen Ping first arrived, when it was sparsely populated and lifeless.

Chen Ping's Foundation Establishment was a shot in the arm for the disciples of the Pill Hall! It was an act of opening the gates of heaven, making them excited.

Some alchemy disciples who were older than Chen Ping immediately shed tears, trembling, with tears in their eyes and smiles on their faces, cupping their hands and bowing:

"Congratulations, Martial Uncle Chen, on establishing your foundation!"

Chen Ping smiled and cupped his hands in return: "Thank you, Martial Nephew!"

Chen Ping was one of their own in the Pill Hall. The miserable cultivators living in the Pill Hall naturally had a sense of closeness, so there were rarely any jealousies or schemes in the Pill Hall over the years.

Strictly speaking, among the Mu family's many departments, the Pill Hall probably had the most harmonious atmosphere.

Mu Hongluan, who was guarding the warehouse and sitting at the front desk, heard the loud cheers of the many disciples in the Pill Hall, and a look of doubt appeared in her eyes: "What's going on?"

"Congratulations, Martial Uncle Chen, on establishing his foundation!"

When she heard this sentence clearly, her delicate body couldn't help but tremble, as if she had thought of something: "No way..."

A moment later, Mu Hongluan saw Chen Ping being surrounded by a group of disciples.

When she scanned him with a Qi Observation Technique, there was no reaction. Chen Ping gave her the feeling of an ocean, unfathomable.

After a few breaths, Mu Hongluan clearly sensed the Foundation Establishment aura emanating from Chen Ping.

Mu Hongluan took a deep breath, her pupils contracted sharply, her delicate body trembled violently like a sieve, and then, like the others, she stumbled towards Chen Ping.

Suddenly, she came to Chen Ping's side, gave a graceful salute, and her tone was like that of a pilgrimage: "Hongluan congratulates Martial Uncle Chen on establishing his foundation!"

Chen Ping faced her and also cupped his hands in return:

"Thank you, Martial Niece Hongluan!"

When Mu Hongluan saw Chen Ping returning the salute, a strong flush appeared on her fair face, and an unspeakable sense of vanity and security surged into her heart, causing her to bow to Chen Ping again.

Chen Ping could be considered the Foundation Establishment cultivator closest to her, and she had known Chen Ping since she was eleven or twelve years old, so she had practically watched him grow up.

There was a natural sense of closeness between them.

Being able to befriend Chen Ping, this Foundation Establishment cultivator, was a great thing for her and her family!

Her pretty face was flushed, her delicate body trembled, she was so excited that she couldn't control herself, and her beautiful eyes reflected Chen Ping's figure, watching him go to the Left Hall Master's dojo and gradually walk away.

After a long time, she came back to her senses, took a deep breath, and hurriedly went to inform her Daoist partner, Junior Brother Du, to let him know about this, and then let him tell her mother about it!

Someone in the Pill Hall establishing their foundation was bound to cause a storm in the Mu family, and it couldn't be underestimated.

Even the direct descendants of the Mu family found it difficult to establish their foundation, and a Pill Hall's Immortal Seed had established their foundation. This would be a bomb-like piece of news sweeping through the Mu family!

Chen Ping walked step by step to the Left Hall Master's dojo.

The Left Hall Master was meditating. Sensing the unfamiliar Foundation Establishment aura, she withdrew from her meditation. Seeing a tall and slender figure standing at the entrance of the dojo, her pupils instantly contracted, and she was greatly shocked:

"You... you actually established your foundation!"

Chen Ping smiled and cupped his hands at her:

"Subordinate greets Left Hall Master."

The Left Hall Master took a deep breath, calmed her mood, raised her hand and summoned two cups of spiritual tea, and said to Chen Ping:

"Since Fellow Daoist Chen is at the Foundation Establishment stage, there is no need to call me Hall Master. You and I can address each other as equals."

"Fellow Daoist Chen, please enter the dojo and have some tea."

"Okay." Chen Ping nodded, walked into the Left Hall Master's dojo, came to her and sat down opposite her.

In this way, Chen Ping carefully looked at the Left Hall Master's appearance, figure, and aura for the first time.

"Mid-stage Foundation Establishment, huh..."

The Left Hall Master looked at Chen Ping, took a sip of tea, and then said:

"I haven't congratulated Fellow Daoist Chen on establishing his foundation yet."

She got up and gave Chen Ping a graceful salute, her posture charming, her tone gentle, and her voice carrying a hint of respect.

Chen Ping also got up and cupped his hands in return, smiling and saying:

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Zuo!"

Seventeen years ago, when Chen Ping first entered the Pill Hall, he was so frightened by her Foundation Establishment aura that he didn't dare to breathe loudly, and even didn't dare to look up at her.

In recent years, when he met the Left Hall Master, the other party was also high above, with indifferent eyes and a cold voice, treating him like an ant.

Now, Chen Ping had established his foundation, and the other party took the initiative to get up and salute, her tone gentle.

Heh...

This feeling is really not bad.

Seventeen years of hard cultivation had given him the qualification to sit on an equal footing with the Left Hall Master.

Before, with the blessing of the Foundation Establishment identity and strength, the Left Hall Master in Chen Ping's eyes was an iceberg beauty, inviolable and unapproachable.

Now, looking at her up close, the Left Hall Master's appearance was average, completely incomparable to Mu Lu妃, Mu Xingling, Zhou Ying, Madam Guo...

The Left Hall Master was also re-examining and carefully looking at Chen Ping, her heart unable to calm down.

The feeling of shock was too strong when a cultivator she had personally watched establish their foundation.

Seventeen years ago, Chen Ping was just a small cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining...

She couldn't help but ask: "Fellow Daoist Chen, how old are you this year?"

Chen Ping took a sip of spiritual tea and answered truthfully:

"Thirty-two."