Chapter 7 First Alchemy
After Yun Hao returned to his room, he did not practice anymore, but had a good rest for the night.

The next morning, Yun Hao and his mother came to the master's hall.

"I have something to ask you, Patriarch Wang," Yan Ying called out softly from outside the door.

Wang Juechu raised his eyes and saw that it was Yan Ying, the guest elder who joined the sect two years ago: "Elder Yan, why are you here today? Do you need any help?"

"No, Master. I came here today to say goodbye to you. I got the news recently that there are still relatives alive in my family, so I want to go home to find them," Yan Ying said seriously.

"Oh! Congratulations to Elder Yan." Wang Juechu was a little skeptical, but he didn't want to expose her because Yan Ying and he were both top masters.

Yun Hao, who was standing by, took out a secret book from his arms and handed it to his mother.

Yan Ying seemed to understand Yun Hao's intention. She calmly took the secret book and handed it to Sect Master Wang, saying, "Thanks to your care over the past two years, Sect Master. I have no way to repay you, but I happen to have a family secret book that I can contribute to our sect."

Wang Juechu knew that the two had made up their minds, so he had no choice but to take the secret book. He took a closer look and found that it was a top-notch martial art.

"Since you two have made up your minds, I will not be in vain to be a villain. You can go!" Wang Juechu pretended to be heartbroken.

In fact, he was relieved. Although he did not question the identities of the two, he often sent people to secretly monitor their daily actions.

Upon seeing this, Yun Hao and his mother bowed and said a polite word, "See you someday in the world of martial arts," then turned and walked out of the Qixuan Gate.

Half a month later, Yun Hao and his mother returned to Qingfeng Town. After two years, their grandfather had become older, but their father looked the same, without much change.

After the family of four had been reunited for two or three days, Yun Hao began his cultivation project.

He first took out the Huanglongdan seeds he got from Mo Fengwu, and then moved a few small pots for planting flowers and plants from his mother.

He quickly pulled out the flowers and plants in the pots, and planted the seeds of yellow dragon grass, purple ganoderma, and poria cocos. He silently chanted "copy" in his mind, and a drop of green liquid formed on his fingertips and dripped onto the yellow dragon grass seeds.

Just like that, three days later, Yun Hao harvested three different century-old elixirs.

Next, he spent his time making pills, cultivating spiritual herbs and practicing. He first sorted the spiritual herbs according to their types and the amounts required at one time according to the prescription. After several attempts, he finally succeeded in making four Yellow Dragon Pills.

The next day, he did not directly copy the green liquid to cultivate the elixir. Instead, he took out a small porcelain bottle containing four Yellow Dragon Pills and copied it. In an instant, he had an extra small porcelain bottle in his hand.

It seemed like he had thought of something, and he first went out to the grocery store on the street and bought a few yellow gourds the size of a baby's head.

After returning home, he put the pills into a gourd. The next day, he picked up the gourd and started copying. In this way, over the next few days, he obtained countless Huanglong Pills, filling more than a dozen gourds.

He first gave his grandfather two gourds of elixirs.

When Yun Chong got the pill, he was so shocked that his eyes bulged out and he almost fell off the rocking chair he usually lay on.

He asked tremblingly: "This, this, where did you get this pill?"

Yun Hao leaned over and whispered in his grandfather's ear about his talent. After all, he was his grandfather. It was one thing to keep it a secret, but he would eventually have to give out elixirs and treasures in the future, so he couldn't just give him a perfunctory answer every time he asked.

Yun Chong didn't expect that there was such a strange talent in the world. "Hao'er! You must not spread it out at this time. It only needs to be known between you and me. Logically speaking, you shouldn't even tell me, an old man."

“Grandpa, the road to immortality is long. I hope to have my relatives by my side all the time. I don’t want to be a heartless person,” Yun Hao said dejectedly.

Yun Chong was also stunned when he heard this. After he came to his senses, an idea came to his mind, an idea to carry forward the Yun family.

“Hao'er, since you have such extraordinary magical powers, my Yun family is doomed to not be lonely. The only thing we lack now is family members. So, I will ask your father to take more concubines to give you more brothers and sisters. Although the chance of having spiritual roots is not great, it is not zero.” “Grandpa, forget about giving your father a concubine. Let your father and mother give birth to a brother or sister. It doesn’t matter if he has spiritual roots or not. As long as they can continue the incense of our Yun family, there will always be spiritual roots.”

Seeing that his grandson was somewhat sensitive about his idea of ​​taking a concubine for his son, Yun Chong did not mention the matter again, but instead urged his son to add children to the Yun family.

Within a month, my father announced the good news that my mother Yan Ying was pregnant with her second child.

During this month, Yun Hao would occasionally take out the Fireball Talisman and Vajra Talisman that his grandfather had given him and copy them. He had hundreds of both talismans in total. He also refined the Essence Nourishing Pill and copied over a hundred of them.

That day, outside Guanghui City in Lanzhou, Yun Hao followed his grandfather to a place called Tainan Mountain.

Yun Hao knew that there was a Tainan Valley market here, a simple market opened by the senior cultivator Qingyan Zhenren and several friends of the same level.

There was fog ahead and I couldn't tell the direction clearly.

"Hao'er, follow grandpa closely. There's a maze set up here, so don't get lost."

Yun Chong had also been to this market, so he knew how to get in.

Yun Hao and his grandfather came here to sell some unused elixirs and talismans, and to buy some useful talismans and magical instruments. Although they didn't have many spirit stones in their storage bags, they had a lot of elixirs and talismans.

Tainan Valley holds a trade fair for independent cultivators every five years, and the number of independent cultivators gathered at that time can reach thousands. If it is the once-in-a-decade Ascension Conference of the Seven Sects of Yue State, the number of people can reach several thousand.

Now, it is neither a gathering of independent cultivators nor the once-in-a-decade Ascension Conference, so there are only two or three hundred scattered people, with different levels of cultivation. The highest level is around the tenth level of Qi training, and the lowest level is around the third or fourth level.

Among these people, some are independent cultivators who set up stalls in this market to do business, and some are cultivators from nearby areas over a hundred miles away, all of whom are struggling to make a living in this small market.

There is an attic in the center with the words "Baibaolou" written on it.

Grandpa Yun Chong explained to Yun Hao, "This Treasure Pavilion was opened by those immortal cultivation families. It has everything from magical instruments, elixirs, formations, talismans, etc. As long as you have enough spirit stones, they can get you whatever you want."

After saying that, Yun Chong took Yun Hao and walked towards the management office.

Yun Hao followed his grandfather to the place where the market was managed.

Yun Chong didn't have much wealth before, so he had only come here to buy things and had never set up a stall, so he didn't understand the reasoning behind it.

The person who manages this market is Qingyan Zhenren's disciple. As the most accomplished foundation-building cultivator here, Qingyan Zhenren naturally cannot do everything by himself.

The young man's surname was Li, and he looked to be about 27 or 28 years old. He had a very refined look, and his cultivation level was at the eleventh level of Qi training. He was wearing a black robe and had a bulging storage bag on his waist.

"Manager Li, my grandfather and I want to set up a stall here to sell some unused items and save some spiritual stones. I wonder how many spiritual stones we need to pay?"

Manager Li glanced at the two of them with some arrogance, and said lightly: "One spirit stone can open it for one month."

Spirit Stone: Spirit Stone is divided into several levels: low-level spirit stone, mid-level spirit stone, high-level spirit stone, and top-grade spirit stone.

The exchange ratio for each level is one to one hundred, but there are few cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation who exchange high-level spirit stones for low-level spirit stones. This is because although spirit stones are rare in the world of immortal cultivation, high-level spirit stones are even rarer.

Upon hearing this, Yun Chong touched his storage bag, took out a low-grade spirit stone, and handed it over respectfully, “We’ll open it for one month.”

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