Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

17: Chapter 17 Alchemy! (Transitional Chapter)Time flies; in the blink of an eye, three months passed.

During these three months, Gu Yan accepted several tasks that required leaving the Sect.

Such tasks were often high-risk and high-reward.

He originally did not want to rush about like this, but his pockets were empty.

The independent small courtyard he resided in required a monthly payment of five hundred Sect contribution points.

The advance payment for his previous six-month seclusion had almost emptied his savings.

If he wanted to live there securely, he had to find ways to earn contributions or use silver to offset the cost.

Calculated, it was about five hundred taels of silver per month.

During his journeys for these tasks, trekking across mountains and rivers, it was inevitable to encounter injustice along the way.

Gu Yan casually cleared out several nests of bandits and brigands occupying important roads.

The leader of one group was at the Late Stage of the Third Transformation Stage in martial arts.

In the eyes of ordinary Martial Cultivators, this was considered a skilled fighter, but Gu Yan simply pointed his fingers like a sword, and a formless spiritual power pierced through his body, killing him on the spot.

Afterwards, he routinely looted the corpses, gathering all the gold, silver, and valuables from the bandit leader and his followers, packing them away.

While acting, he naturally concealed his identity and never wore the robes of the Taiyi Dao Sect.

It must be said that this is the convenience brought directly by having powerful strength.

Many needed items could be obtained just by reaching out.

As for the source of this wealth?

Those bandits were heinous, so his actions could be considered acting on behalf of heaven; he felt no psychological burden whatsoever.

The money obtained from fencing the goods was in large-denomination treasure banknotes accepted throughout the Great Qian Dynasty, totaling tens of thousands of taels.

Gu Yan was not worried about the future redemption of these banknotes.

The Great Qian Dynasty had been established for thousands of years, with a deep Foundation and a remarkably stable financial system.

At this point, although his Sect contribution points were only three or four thousand.

His silver was already abundant, and he would not need to worry about rent for the short term.

One day, Gu Yan came to the Changqing Workshop, purchased a decent-quality Pill Furnace, and a large quantity of low-grade medicinal herbs, all paid for with silver.

The reason he did not purchase them outside the Sect was that the materials circulated within the Sect were of more guaranteed quality.

Moreover, it saved the effort of searching for reliable channels everywhere, making the cost-performance ratio even higher.

Bringing the Pill Furnace and medicinal herbs back to his quiet courtyard, Gu Yan began to attempt Alchemy.

What he was refining this time was a type of Medicinal Pill called the crimson blood warm sun pill, specifically used to nourish the Qi and blood of Martial Cultivators and promote the growth of Internal Energy.

The Pill Formula came from the ”Complete Explanation of Basic Taiyi Medicinal Pills.”

Although it was his first time refining, relying on his knowledge of Alchemy principles and the precise control of Divine Sense unique to a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator, he succeeded on his first attempt.

Furthermore, the flame he used was not an ordinary fire, but a spiritual fire condensed directly from his own spiritual power.

With his current cultivation level, maintaining such a spiritual fire was merely a drop in the ocean in terms of consumption.

After the Medicinal Pill was formed, Gu Yan first took one himself to carefully experience the flow of the medicinal power.

After confirming the Medicinal Pill was flawless and the effect was quite good, he set about trying to refine more complex, slightly higher-grade Medicinal Pills of the same type.

Thus, he closed his doors to practice Alchemy for another seven days.

All the purchased medicinal herbs were turned into Medicinal Pills, packed into individual jade bottles.

Gu Yan walked out of the small courtyard and strolled to the peaks where the Outer Sect Disciple resided.

He found the C-rank Herb Garden with practiced ease.

Elder Chen, who guarded the herb garden, was quite surprised to see him arrive, then a look of gratification appeared on his face.

Gu Yan did not engage in much small talk, directly taking out five jade bottles and handing them over, each containing three round Medicinal Pills.

He said, ”This pill has some benefits for nourishing Qi and blood and increasing cultivation power.”

He did not explicitly state that this was the crimson blood warm sun pill, which required three hundred Sect contribution points to exchange for a bottle, only saying that he had obtained it by chance.

Elder Chen initially declined, saying he was advanced in years and there was no need to waste such items.

Gu Yan did not care about that, directly stuffing them into his arms.

He also said, ”If you have any matters in the future, you can come to the Inner Sect to find me.”

Elder Chen eventually accepted them, and after the two chatted about daily life for a while, Gu Yan bade farewell and left.

When returning to the Inner Sect, Gu Yan suddenly thought of another person, Elder Zhao.

In the past, when he was promoted to the Inner Sect, it was that Elder Zhao who led him.

It just so happened that he had a few bottles of Medicinal Pills left, so Gu Yan diverted his path to the Dengxiao Hall.

Elder Zhao was on duty and looked slightly surprised to see Gu Yan visiting.

Upon learning that Gu Yan had come specifically to gift pills, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

What Gu Yan gifted to Elder Zhao this time was a slightly lower-quality Medicinal Pill of the same type.

Elder Zhao occasionally went to the Inner Sect and was knowledgeable; if he were gifted top-tier ones, he might recognize them at a glance and refuse to accept them.

Even so, the pills Gu Yan refined himself were far superior in quality and efficacy to the works of ordinary alchemists in the Inner Sect.

With all matters settled, Gu Yan returned to his small courtyard and went into seclusion once again.

His mind sank into his body, and he could see three hundred and sixty-five acupoints flickering like stars in the celestial circuit.

One hundred and fifty of these acupoints had already been filled with liquid spiritual power.

The remaining two hundred and fifteen still awaited diligent cultivation without pause.