Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 1680: Chapter 617: The Master’s Fame Spreads, An Old Friend Has Arrived_3

In the assembly, the name of a Tool Casting Master quickly rose from limited renown to instant fame.

The Master of Penghu, Qingyang Zi, is capable of refining lower-grade Defense Magic Items!

For a time, many cultivators attempted to visit Qingyang Zi in Penghu after the assembly, only to be blocked by the Array outside.

Unable to gain an audience, they did not give up but instead flocked to Qingyang Zi’s business, the Qingyang Store, in Longyuan Immortal City.

Although the store did not sell Defense Magic Items, leaving many Golden Core cultivators disappointed,

its collection of high-quality Magic Tools and a large batch of Talismans delighted the Foundation Establishment and Qi Refinement cultivators.

Amidst the rush to buy, even Wen Xiu, Dao Companion of Zhang Jiadi who managed the store, was forced to raise prices.

Yet, even at higher prices, supply could not meet demand.

Faced with steep costs, Rogue Cultivators often found themselves unable to afford anything, but cultivators hailing from Divine Yuan City were notably wealthy.

After realizing the quality of the Magic Tools and Talismans, they were quick to spend Spirit Stones without hesitation.

This frenzy caused quite a stir on the street housing the Qingyang Store, even bringing more customers to nearby shops.

Naturally, the other resources of the Zhang Family sold at Qingyang Store also made substantial profits.

Inside the small shop.

A group of cultivators stared at the empty Magic Tool shelves, voicing their discontent.

Until a female cultivator appeared.

Wen Xiu’s expression was slightly nervous, but her tone remained steady.

”No need to worry, everyone. Master Qingyang Zi will occasionally place works on consignment in our store. In the future, there will be even better weapons.”

”If you visit the shop when you have time, you might just come across some treasures.”

”Additionally, the other products in our shop are guaranteed in quality. You’re absolutely getting your money’s worth, and there’s no chance of being swindled.”

After her speech, the frenzied rush brought about by the auction began to calm down.

But it was foreseeable that, with its reputation established, the Qingyang Store’s business would thrive in the future.

Outside the store.

Two cultivators watched the scene unfold, one with a sullen expression, the other gloating.

”Moyun Cave Lord, didn’t I tell you this earlier?”

Faced with Huangfu Song’s ridicule, the Moyun Cave Lord’s expression was gloomy; he admitted he had failed to assess Qingyang Zi correctly.

Who would have thought that Qingyang Zi really could refine Magic Items?

Still, he didn’t want to show weakness in front of Huangfu Song.

”It’s merely by chance. To show off something like this? I refuse to believe Qingyang Zi could consistently refine Defense Magic Items in the future!”

Huangfu Song blinked. ”And what if he actually does?”

Moyun Cave Lord let out a cold laugh. ”Then he’d never sell them in such a small store. For someone like me, a Tool Casting Crafter, refining Defense Magic Items has high costs and significant risks. Unless it’s custom-ordered, with the buyer providing materials and guaranteeing compensation for potential losses during the refining process, no one would easily start a casting session. Qingyang Zi would have to be mad to sell carefully crafted Defense Magic Items in a mere shop.”

Huangfu Song found himself at a loss for words but inwardly scoffed.

The Moyun Cave Lord was stubborn as ever, though his words still grudgingly acknowledged Qingyang Zi’s Tool Casting Technique.

He shot a look of disdain at Huangfu Song. ”Don’t think of stirring up trouble. The main business under Moyun Cave specializes in Offense Magic Tools and Items, and Qingyang Zi hasn’t crossed me yet. I won’t act against him just to help you. Besides, you’ve already moved to another Spirit Land, so why still covet Penghu Spiritual Land?”

Seeing his intentions laid bare, Huangfu Song’s face turned crimson.

After opening his mouth, he managed only to say:

”I didn’t mean it like that. It’s for your own good, Fellow Daoist.”

”Enough, I appreciate your concern, but I’m exceptionally busy lately. Don’t come bothering me again.”

With that, Moyun Cave Lord swept his sleeve and left.

Leaving only Huangfu Song behind, his fists clenched tight and his face full of dissatisfaction.

If Luo Chen were here, he would likely shake his head.

One must wonder how a person with such temperament managed to exhaust countless resources and forcefully reach the Late Golden Core Stage.

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By evening.

Moyun Cave Lord returned to Moyun Cave.

Inside his residence, his face finally showed a trace of doubt.

”It doesn’t make sense!”

”During our last exchange, Qingyang Zi clearly hadn’t reached the level of crafting Magic Items. How could he achieve this within a year, and refine a pure Defense Magic Item no less?”

Muttering under his breath drew a response.

”Perhaps he truly is a genius in Tool Casting?”

Moyun Cave Lord turned toward a massive, weary-looking figure.

Massive primarily due to his absurdly obese body, seemingly dripping with oil.

Yet his face was lean and sharp, with a hooked nose, a stark contrast to his physique.

With such a unique appearance, if Luo Chen were present, he would recognize him at a glance.

This was none other than the Rogue Cultivator Ding Yi, who traded Soul Nourishing Wood with him on Coldlight Island!

”Fellow Daoist Ding, didn’t I tell you to keep watching the furnace? That treasure concerns your life; there is no room for error.”

Ding Yi perked up and waved dismissively. ”It’s fine; I can feel it’s close to completion. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have left your Tool Casting work and hurried out, am I right?”

Moyun Cave Lord was silent. His words were indeed correct.

During the initial stages of refinement, Moyun had taken the lead.

But the latter stages relied on Ding Yi as the owner of the Magic Item.

If Ding Yi claimed success was imminent, then it likely was.

Still, out of caution, Moyun reminded him:

”In forging the Zhuyan Beast, merging it with the Treasure Basin Fish is not the key part; the crucial aspect is the subsequent nurturing. It’s not a task that can be completed overnight. Based on my calculations, it will take at least ten years. During this period, not a single mistake can occur. Fellow Daoist Ding, you must take this matter seriously.”

Ding Yi nodded; matters concerning his fate were not something he’d neglect.

However, he couldn’t help but grow curious about the Qingyang Zi mentioned earlier by Moyun Cave Lord.

”This Qingyang Zi’s name is somewhat similar to a title I know from the Path of Demon.”

”Who?”

”Demon King Qingyang.”

”Ah... not to hide it, but that person really is that Demon King Qingyang.”

Ding Yi’s small eyes narrowed, his expression becoming intrigued.

”I didn’t expect him to also be at this Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering. I must look for an opportunity to visit him.”

To this, Moyun Cave Lord waved his hand dismissively.

”Forget it. He’s in closed-door cultivation right now, seeing no one. Even Zi Hou, one of the Three Great Eight-Star Demon Hunters from the Demon Hunter Bureau, went to personally visit and got turned away.”

Ding Yi froze in surprise.

Such arrogance?

It didn’t quite align with the person he encountered on Coldlight Island.

At that time, Demon King Qingyang had been in disguise, and his true abilities were not revealed until their battle on Coldlight Island.

Remembering Demon King Qingyang’s prowess, Ding Yi’s eyes slightly narrowed.

”Moyun isn’t weak, but his true specialties lie in Tool Casting. To reach a certain place, his capabilities fall short.”

”In contrast, although Demon King Qingyang’s realm is somewhat lower, his actual combat power is widely recognized as formidable.”

”If I could gain his assistance, my chances of success might greatly improve.”

”Should I have a talk with him?”

For a time, the obese cultivator’s mind churned continuously, recalling the many tales about Demon King Qingyang.

Finally, it seemed he had come to a decision.