Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 208: Chapter 125 High-end Black Market, Recycling Used Magic Tools_1

Luo Chen knew of this kind of story, or it could be said that many people knew it.

In some place, a gold mine was discovered, and countless people flocked to it, trying to pan for gold.

Did these people eventually find gold?

Perhaps many lucky ones did!

But the real money-makers were the clever ones who sold shovels, food, clothing, and provided accommodation.

These smart people not only made money, they also avoided the dangers and injuries that could occur during the gold panning process.

Of course, when it comes to Cultivation resources such as Foundation Establishment and Core Formation, it can’t be measured by gold.

But the principle will always remain the same.

There was no need for him, Luo Chen, to pan for gold, but he could seize this opportunity to acquire more Spirit Stones.

After refining the pills that day, he hurried back to the Inner City.

He went to buy materials related to the Blood Ignition Pill and also asked Yuan Xiaoyue to help him purchase other main ingredients.

He planned to refine some Blood Ignition Pills secretly and then put them up for auction on the black market.

In this sensitive period, Blood Ignition Pills would definitely fetch high prices!

After purchasing the materials, Luo Chen decided to stay in the courtyard.

The next morning, before he even left the house, he could hear arguing outside.

As he opened the door, a scene of a hustle and bustle appeared before his eyes.

”Xiao Duan, don’t go, don’t really go.”

”A Ninth Level Qi Refinement Cultivator has already died in the Ancient Plains Mountain Range. Why do you insist on wading into this muddy water?”

”Listen to Sister Xia’s advice, it’s not a good place!”

Luo Chen, Gu Caiyi, Murong Qinglian, Qin Liangchen, Bai Meiling, each stood at their own doors, watching this scene.

Feng Xia was holding on to Duan Feng’s sleeve, tears filled her eyes.

Duan Feng remained silent, his eyes full of determination.

I knew you two were having an affair! ——Luo Chen

Ignoring the stares of others, Feng Xia’s hoarse voice seemed to be crying blood.

”Do you know that this relic dispute is no longer limited to the Qi Refinement Stage. The Foundation Establishment Cultivators from the Great River District have already started to set out, even the Foundation Establishment Cultivators from several nearby markets are on the way.”

”What can you compete with those real Foundation Establishment Cultivators!”

Faced with the final sentence, Duan Feng’s eyes grew colder.

He gently, but firmly shook off Feng Xia’s hand.

”I know, I know all these.”

”But time waits for no one!”

”That old dog doesn’t have many good years left. If I can not establish a base quickly, how am I to exact revenge for my mother’s death!”

His deep words left Feng Xia powerless.

Murong Qinglian who stood aside sighed, saying, ”Xiao Duan, you really need to think twice about this!”

Qin Liangchen sneered, ”I don’t know about anything else, but Ol Mi has already made moves toward the relics with all the might of the Broken Mountain Gang. There are already fifteen Ninth Level Qi Refinement Cultivators under his command, including the likes of Luo Wudi and Zeng Wen, who may not be inferior to you.”

Duan Feng’s figure paused, revealing a hesitating look for the first time.

He wasn’t the impulsive and simple kind, naturally he could infer a lot of things.

If the Broken Mountain Gang was this way, what about the Great Lake Gang? Or Xuan Yihui?

What about the five Foundation Establishment Families backing Xuan Yihui?

And what about the many sect forces of the Great River? As a Ninth Level Qi Refinement cultivator, could he seize an opportunity under the pack of wolves?

But if he didn’t go, would he ever have a chance to reach the Foundation Establishment stage in his lifetime?

Feng Xia, grateful, glanced at Qin Liangchen and his wife. She really didn’t want Duan Feng to charge into the Ancient Plains Mountain Range on a suicide mission.

However, she found that the originally hesitating Duan Feng’s eyes were slowly regaining their firmness.

”Hehe.”

Suddenly, a soft laugh came.

Duan Feng frowned, noticing Luo Chen, who was squatting at the door, eating a Tian Yang Fruit in huge bites.

”What are you looking at me for? Only an idiot would risk their life to fight.”

”Aren’t we cultivators all fighting against the heavens?” Duan Feng said.

Luo Chen quickly waved his hand.

”No, no, no, everyone wants to fight against the heavens. The heavens didn’t provoke you or annoy you.”

”Besides, isn’t cultivation all about vying for resources?”

”You’re not without means. There’s a great opportunity to make a ton of Spirit Stones right in front of you, but you haven’t noticed it. Calling you an idiot is putting it mildly.”

Opportunity?

Duan Feng was stunned.

Clapping his hands to remove the juice of the Tian Yang fruit, Luo Chen stood up.

”Considering that you joined my Pill Hall a few days ago, I, as the Hall Master, will show you the way!”

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That afternoon.

At the foot of Qinghe Mountain.

As the largest and safest entrance to the Ancient Plains Mountain Range, this place has always been the densest area in terms of traffic.

This was Luo Chen’s first time here.

He saw a row of shops outside Qinghe Mountain. The bustling scene was no less vibrant than the small business streets in the Outer City, and was only slightly less crowded than the independent cultivator market in the Inner City.

Shops selling talismans, restaurants, places buying medicinal herbs, therapeutic clinics sufficed.

Luo Chen even saw an outlet set up by the Yun Merchant Alliance here, specifically to purchase fresh Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures at the earliest opportunity.

”It seems that there are many people with my idea!”

Luo Chen was amazed, and nodded to Duan Feng and Feng Xia behind him.

Duan Feng looked a bit unnatural, but gritted his teeth and started moving.

He took out a bunch of miscellaneous items from his storage bag.

A forging furnace, large hammer, small hammer, pliers, engraving knife, ruler...

A bowl of blue sticky unknown liquid, several large barrels of differently colored water with a pungent smell.

A palm-sized compass, several transparent Glass Sky Mirrors.

And, a massive flag and pole, three meters tall.

With Feng Xia’s help, the two of them began to get busy.