The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

Wukun's words were meaningless to Matthew. Even if the old man in front of him only had a few breaths of life left, it would be as easy to kill him as to crush an ant.

Next, Matthew slowly recounted his experience.

He had tried his best to eliminate those unimportant and secret things.

It took about a cup of tea for Matthew to explain how he came here.

"You said you came out of a tunnel you dug yourself, so did you see anything or encounter anything when you came out?" After listening to Matthew's story, the old man pondered for a moment and asked.

"Endless trees, and it seems that there is nothing else." Matthew thought for a while and replied.

"Is it really gone?" The old man raised his eyes and stared at Matthew.

"Uh, by the way, I fell into the woods after being attacked by several golden-winged eagles." Matthew slapped his forehead and said.

"Golden-winged eagle... That's right. It seems that you are not lying." After hearing the golden-winged eagle, the old man nodded and said.

Matthew didn't know what the golden-winged eagle meant to the old man, and he didn't dare to say anything else.

"You should be an alchemist." The old man asked with his eyelids turned up.

"I know a little about alchemy, but I can't be called an alchemist." Matthew said modestly.

"I said that this is a forgotten place. People outside can basically not get in, and people inside can't think of going out. So, we are in great need of an alchemist here, and I hope you can stay and make pills for us." When the old man said this, Matthew's face changed slightly.

After thinking about it for a while, he knew that the old man must have judged that he was an alchemist by the medicinal aura emitted from his body.

"The younger generation can only make some basic pills, and I'm afraid I can't be competent for the position of an alchemist." After hesitating for a while, Matthew still plucked up the courage to say.

He didn't want to be treated as an instrument that only knows how to make pills here for the rest of his life.

After Matthew finished speaking, he saw the old man's eyes change.

A strong pressure enveloped his whole body.

This pressure was like a mountain, which made him breathless.

His knees trembled continuously. If it weren't for Matthew's struggling to support himself, he would have fallen to the ground.

When Matthew was about to collapse, the pressure disappeared.

"How about this, I hire you to make pills for the village, and the reward will be calculated according to the pills you make, how about it?" The old man was determined to make pills for Matthew. He also knew that forcing Matthew to stay with external force was a bad strategy. It would be better to give some benefits so that Matthew would be willing to make pills.

Matthew also knew that he couldn't leave for a while. After thinking for a while, he said: "You can let me stay to make pills, but I need time to practice, and I can't make pills all the time."

"There are only a few hundred people in the village, and only a few dozen people really need pills. As long as you meet the pill needs of these dozens of people, it will be fine." The old man nodded slightly.

"Do you have the Earth Lung Fire?" Matthew continued to ask.

"Yes, there is an alchemy room in the village. We will provide the spiritual medicine you need. You just need to concentrate on making the medicine." The old man said lightly.

"Okay, what is the reward?" Matthew asked again.

"In this forest, all we can provide are spiritual medicine, minerals and monsters." The old man looked at Matthew and said with a smile.

After discussing with the old man in the room for a few words, Matthew was taken downstairs by the old man.

When the old man came out, there were already dozens of people standing outside the building.

The woman and the boy were also among them.

"Let me introduce you to this new friend, named Matthew. He is an alchemist, and he will make medicine for you in the village. If you need medicine, you can take the recipe and spiritual medicine to find Ma Xiaoyou. Of course, alchemy is rewarded, you can't go empty-handed." The old man said softly to the dozens of people standing outside.

"Yes, clan leader!" Everyone responded respectfully after hearing this.

"Lang Hao, take young friend Ma to the alchemy room. He will live there in the future." The old man nodded with satisfaction and said to the young man who had taken Matthew upstairs earlier.

The young man called Lang Hao walked out of the crowd after hearing the old man's words. He first bowed to the old man, and then said to Matthew: "Master Ma, please follow me."

"We have already negotiated the conditions. If I hear someone say that your alchemy skills are too poor, don't blame me." When Matthew followed Lang Hao to leave, the old man's voice sounded in Matthew's ears.

This was a naked threat. Matthew continued to follow Lang Hao after muttering a few words in his heart.

"Master Patriarch, is this thief really an alchemist?" After Matthew left, the woman walked to the old man and asked softly.

"This boy is not very old, but the medicinal smell he exudes is extremely strong. I really can't think of anyone who can have such a strong medicinal smell except for the alchemist. Moreover, he himself admitted that he can refine pills. There are fewer and fewer people who can practice in our village. With this person, we may be able to improve the strength of the village." The old man said with a flash of worry in his eyes.

"The silver silk mushroom has been picked. I will merge with the yellow shadow leopard as soon as possible." The woman saw the worry in the old man's eyes and patted her chest and said.

That Lang Hao was a man who was not good at speaking. He didn't say a word all the way.

After taking Matthew to a stone house, this man finally spoke.

"Master Ma, this is the alchemist, but it has been abandoned for a long time and needs to be cleaned up." Lang Hao pushed open the wooden door and looked at the mess inside and said to Matthew.

"Just clean it up, I'll wait here." Matthew nodded and said.

When Lang Hao went into the house to tidy up, those who had previously surrounded the building also came here one after another.

"Master Ma, what kind of elixir can you refine?" The strong man named Xiong Ba shouted at the top of his voice after he came.

The cultivation bases of the people who brought Matthew here were all in the foundation-building stage, and the elixir that Matthew could refine was useless to them.

"Qi-nourishing elixir, rejuvenation elixir, Qi-gathering elixir, bigu elixir..." Matthew reported the names of the elixir he knew one by one.

"That bigu elixir is good, do you have a few for me to try." When he heard that Matthew could refine bigu elixir, Xiong Ba immediately grinned.

Matthew didn't waste any words, and directly took out a large bottle of Qigong pills from his storage bag, and then distributed a few pills to everyone present.

Everyone looked at the Qigong pills he distributed as if they were treasures, and Matthew was a little confused. Could it be that the people here couldn't even refine Qigong pills?