Mortal Alchemy

The cultivation method he currently practices is the "Five Elements Technique," a very common technique on the mainland, widely circulated.

Within the Inheritance Hall, mist swirls, and many things remain locked.

He comes to a wall:

"Great Violet Immortal Pill Scripture..."

This is a cultivation method, but he has not yet unlocked it.

Through Chen Ping's years of exploration, the more pills he consumes, the more inheritances he unlocks.

It's a bittersweet experience.

His only reliance to gain a foothold in the world of cultivation is his ancestral heritage.

"Once I consume some more pills, I should be able to unlock this cultivation method passed down by my ancestors..."

"I hope this cultivation method will be useful."

Chen Ping's eyes are eager, his heart anticipating.

Others are born into immortal families, with connections, resources, and backgrounds at their disposal.

He is a country boy, with nothing, bloodline inheritance is his only asset.

Retreating from the Inheritance Hall, Chen Ping endures his physical discomfort, pain, and weakness, forcing himself to sleep.

The next morning.

Chen Ping, with a pale face, leaves Jiazi Yard and goes to the Pill Hall again.

Repeating the painful torment.

Such days pass, day after day, month after month, year after year.

Either he succeeds, becomes a Qi Refining fifth layer cultivator, enters the Pill Hall, and becomes an alchemy apprentice.

Or he faces a choice in endless pain and torment, either go all out until death, or bow to the Mu family and become the Mu family's son-in-law.

To the left is the abyss, to the right is hell.

No matter what you choose, the Mu family has carefully prepared torment for you.

Unless you establish a foundation and become a disciple of the Eastern Xuan Sect.

"Brother Chen!"

"Mm."

Chen Ping arrives at the hut, Deacon Tang is already waiting here, expressionlessly handing Chen Ping a pill.

"This is..." Chen Ping's face is somewhat gloomy: "This is not a Spirit Essence Pill."

"But a Qi Gathering Pill with more pill toxins."

Deacon Tang: "Chen Ping, you are not far from the fifth layer of Qi Refining, I specially applied to change it to a Qi Gathering Pill for you. Taking this pill can directly improve your cultivation, shouldn't you thank me?"

Chen Ping is furious!

This Qi Gathering Pill costs ten grains of spirit sand per pill, one spirit stone per bottle.

Although it can directly improve cultivation, the pill toxins are heavier!

It is obvious that Chen Ping will be more painful taking this kind of pill, aggravating the pill toxins' erosion of him!

And he should thank him?

This Deacon Tang clearly wants to force him to yield and compromise, to become the Mu family's son-in-law!

But living under someone else's roof, he has to bow his head.

Rebel? What capital does he have to rebel?

Chen Ping hates it so much that his teeth are about to be crushed: "I only refused to become a son-in-law yesterday, and today he is giving me trouble! Damn it!"

After the anger, an unspeakable sense of powerlessness and despair surged into his heart.

What can he do?

Chen Ping takes a deep breath, comforting himself, no matter what, it's much better than being a cowherd in the countryside.

He forces a smile on his face: "Thank you, Deacon Tang."

"Mm." Deacon Tang patted Chen Ping on the shoulder, the smile on his face was very cold: "Take the pill and improve your cultivation."

Chen Ping gritted his teeth: "Yes, Deacon Tang."

Chen Ping randomly found an empty futon to sit down, and under Deacon Tang's cold gaze, he bit the bullet and swallowed the pill.

Then he circulated his cultivation method and began to refine this Qi Gathering Pill.

Pain!

Too painful!

Almost at the moment of refining the Qi Gathering Pill, the pill toxins intensified, the pain was like tearing the heart and lungs, with insects biting the internal organs.

But the spiritual energy entered the meridians, and began to improve Chen Ping's cultivation, making Chen Ping refreshed, allowing him to bear this pain more clearly.

This feeling of helplessness, powerlessness, pain, and despair surged into his heart.

Chen Ping's body began to tremble, he wanted to give up, but he was unwilling to abandon the medicinal power to improve his cultivation.

Tears welled up in his eyes, clenching his teeth, he could only force himself to persevere!

He understands that many people give up their dignity under such painful torment, choose to bow to the Mu family, become a son-in-law, and work like a horse for the Mu family, just to avoid experiencing such pain again.

This kind of pain forces a person to be unspeakable, numb and indifferent.

Pain surged into Chen Ping's heart like a tide.

His consciousness gradually collapsed, only maintaining the last trace of clarity, running the cultivation method.

In a trance, Chen Ping heard his mother's voice: "Ping'er, you must keep this thing safe."

"This is the key to your becoming an immortal."

"..."

"Mother, what are we going to do?"

"Go to the grave."

The six or seven-year-old Chen Ping was still a little ignorant: "Mother, what is a grave?"

"It's mother's future home... Father and grandparents all live inside. Will you come to see mother after mother lives in it?"

"Yes."

His mother fell ill from missing his father, and in the blink of an eye, three years later, she moved into the grave.

At that moment, he finally understood what a grave was, and after his mother moved into the grave, he would never see her again in his life.

He can't give up, he still wants to see his mother again!

In the trance of consciousness collapse, Chen Ping's mind entered the Inheritance Hall.

And a wisp of black mist from the Qi Gathering Pill he refined poured into the Inheritance Hall, eliminating the mist in the hall.

And at this moment.

The "Great Violet Immortal Pill Scripture" was finally without mist obscuring it, and its true appearance appeared before Chen Ping.

"Great Violet Immortal Pill Scripture..."

"Once successfully cultivated, it can ignore the erosion of pill toxins..."

"You can swallow pills at will without fear of pill toxins."

"Moreover, this cultivation method comes with a 60% chance of successfully establishing a foundation, it is a cultivation method for the fifteenth layer of Qi Refining..."

"Most importantly, it allows me to clearly feel the medicinal power of a pill."

"Qi Gathering Pill, one pill increases one day of cultivation?"

"Refining time, three hours!"

Chen Ping, in a state of blurred consciousness, began to switch cultivation methods in a daze.

Without hesitation, he abandoned the Mu family's mass-produced "Five Elements Technique" and switched to the "Great Violet Immortal Pill Scripture" given by his ancestral inheritance!

One hour... two hours... three hours... four hours...

This cultivation method seems to be particularly suitable for Chen Ping, or perhaps it is blessed by bloodline.

Chen Ping only spent four hours switching cultivation methods, and he successfully switched to the "Great Violet Immortal Pill Scripture".

You must know that he cultivated the mass-produced "Five Elements Technique" for half a month before he could get started and absorb Qi!

Subconsciously running the "Great Violet Immortal Pill Scripture"...

The erosion pain brought by the pill toxins instantly receded like a tide...

"Puff——"

Chen Ping spat out another large mouthful of black poisonous blood.

But this time his face was not pale, but unexpectedly ruddy.

Seeing Chen Ping vomiting blood, the other four immortal seed servants in the hut did not react.

At the door, Deacon Tang just watched coldly, and even sneered triumphantly: "Let's see how long you can last."

He doesn't hate Chen Ping, he just doesn't like Chen Ping continuing to persevere like this.

He can't stand people who are aloof and wants to drag Chen Ping into the water, forcing Chen Ping to bow his head under the rules and submit to the Mu family.

Like him, working like a horse for the Mu family.