Chapter 796 - 423: The Ancient Immortal Fraud Who Can’t Produce a Pill Formula

Chapter 796: Chapter 423: The Ancient Immortal Fraud Who Can’t Produce a Pill Formula

In the multifunctional hall.

West Scroll lazily sat in a chair, watching the product demonstrations on stage.

He even took a sip of tea from the table.

Onstage, a masked person was introducing a knife.

"...This is the latest product developed by our Forbidden Artifact Immortal Artisan Stream.

"Actually, the category of Bone-Clinging Blades has existed since ancient times.

"Normally, this knife can be inserted into your calf, into the flesh, next to the leg bone, using your own flesh and blood to cultivate its spirituality.

"It can completely pass security checks; metal detectors and X-rays won’t catch it..."

Below the stage, West Scroll lazily crossed his legs, his shoes shaking a bit, the slanted Amish logo flashing.

A junior brother beside him leaned in and whispered.

"Senior brother, you’re still wearing such an expensive brand?"

West Scroll smirked and lowered his voice.

"It’s fake.

"But the quality is better.

"Real products have to use eco-friendly glue, but fakes don’t. Fake glue isn’t eco-friendly, but it’s more durable and doesn’t come apart."

The junior brother suddenly realized, looking at Senior Brother West Scroll, feeling like he learned something new again.

Not long after, the host came over to inform him to go on stage. West Scroll got up and elegantly walked to the center of the stage, turning to face the immortal artisans below, facing the bidders from various departments of the Dark World.

"I, Immortal Artifact Path, Sequence Seven, from the Forbidden Artifact Immortal Artisan Stream.

"My master is the Crazy Iron Immortal!

"Our group also includes a Sequence Seven brother from the Alchemy Dao and a Sequence Seven brother from the Talisman Dao.

"This makes up the golden iron triangle of artifacts, pills, talismans in the Forbidden Artifact Immortal Artisan Stream!"

He wasn’t lying.

The Forbidden Artifact Immortal Artisan Stream indeed requires the combination of these three paths.

And the Chai Bai School, which specializes in making fakes, also requires the combination of these three paths.

Then he rolled up his sleeve, inserted two fingers into his wrist with a ’puchi’ sound, piercing into the flesh, without changing his expression, pulling out a bone dagger.

"This is what our group brings, the Bone-Clinging Blade!

"Now, we’re going to compare it to some products of our peers!"

The audience was momentarily stunned.

Comparing with products of peers?

Are you selling immortal artifacts or mobile phones?

"I’ve been listening for a long time from below the stage. The best product from our peers is just hiding the Bone-Clinging Blade inside their calf, next to the leg bone.

"Whereas our product, specially designed, can hide between the ulna and radius of the forearm, undoubtedly more concealed!

"Don’t even mention security checks and X-rays, even if an old physician palpates it, they won’t find it, more concealed! Wearers can completely take them through all major airports in Jiuzhou.

"Our peers’ products, nourished by flesh and blood, become sharp in seven days, emit fluorescence in half a month, cultivate spirituality in six months.

"Our products, nourished by flesh and blood, become sharp in three days, emit fluorescence in ten days, cultivate spirituality in two months.

"Our peers’ products need to be removed every half month and stained with another’s heart’s blood.

"Our products only need to be removed once a month..."

He held the white bone knife on stage, speaking eloquently.

The high-ranking officials from various departments of the Dark World below the stage were all intrigued!

The fellow Forbidden Artifact Immortal Artisans below the stage all started doubting life!

Can the Bone-Clinging Blade really be this powerful?

The real product certainly can’t be this powerful.

But if you don’t consider long-term use, the fake can really be this powerful!

The two brothers from other streams, staring at West Scroll speaking eloquently on stage, were also intrigued.

"Senior Brother West Scroll’s eloquence is amazing."

"Listening to him, it feels like what we make is the real product, what other groups make is trash."

"Obviously, it’s ours that’s trash."

Soon, West Scroll reached the final pricing stage.

"Other groups’ quotes are between six and eight hundred thousand per piece?

"We also understand, the lower the quote, the stronger the competitiveness.

"But...the immortal techniques we’ve learned, the training we’ve undergone, the pride in our hearts, the special Treasure Refining Technique our master researched...none of these allow us to set such a low price."

West Scroll slightly raised his head.

With his peripheral vision, he saw the high-ranking officials of the Dark World looking at him, slightly tense.

"Therefore, our Bone-Clinging Blade is priced at... one million two hundred thousand!

"Gentlemen, if you can’t accept it, we won’t force it.

"If you can accept it, you’re welcome to come find me later to inspect our Bone-Clinging Blade."

Having said that, West Scroll walked off the stage with large strides.

He looked indifferent, but in his heart, he sneered...today’s biggest order was definitely in his grasp!

...

Whew...

The wind howled outside the window.

In the laboratory, a group of students from the Immortal Grass Experimental Class were either checking materials, mixing reagents, or monitoring instruments.

Yang Zhan sat by the window, staring at a paper, frowning, unable to understand it at all.

"This is so baffling, what does this mean...what’s going on...what is ’hydroxy’? What is ’hydroxyl group’? Did I ever study this stuff?"

This was what Wan Bocheng asked him to read, saying it was the most fundamental.

Regarding this, Yang Zhan felt deeply frustrated.

Next to him, Huang Sitong was also browsing through materials on a laptop.

She scrolled through a long list of papers with her mouse.

"Wow, this is too much...is everything here, and all for free..."

To facilitate their projects, Bai Mo specifically helped them access part of the Immortal Committee’s database, allowing them to read and browse.

Huang Sitong was dazzled, randomly clicking around in the database, suddenly clicking on a section with very strange titles.

[Fragments of Knowledge on Poisonous Grass]

[Fire Consciousness Soup Crafting Insights]

[Overlord Fist Insights]

[Basic Iron Sword Metal Phase]

"What is all this?"

She casually clicked in and browsed a few articles.

In her mind, two Ancient Immortals also cast their gaze, looking along with her.

After not long, they figured it out.

"It seems like these are knowledge fragments brought out from dreams by the Immortal Technique Committee?

"The sequences are not high, the content is incomplete, and they’re all in oral form."

"Are there any high sequence knowledge pieces?"

Huang Sitong continued browsing, scrolling through, and after a while.

"It really is...all low sequence knowledge."

Suddenly, Yang Zhan’s head popped over, startling her.

"Ah, what are you doing?"

Yang Zhan looked at her computer screen.

"Why are you looking at this junk fragment area?"

"There’s nothing good here.

"All the truly high-sequence, precious knowledge is controlled by the Ancient Immortals.

"Even the Immortal Technique Committee members can’t learn it, nor can they take it out."

Huang Sitong was stunned for a moment and then nodded.

"Oh.

"I don’t care about these, I’m not involved with the immortals.

"I completely don’t understand.

"Hmph."

She left the area, closed her computer, and headed to the nearby lab table to check on the reaction of her large cup of solution.

The large glass cup showed a mixture of red and yellow solution bubbling with tiny bubbles.

Some bubbles quickly burst, while others lingered on the surface.

"Why are there still bubbles? So annoying!

"When will these bubbles completely disappear..."

She frowned, holding the table, and looked down in frustration.

"Huh? Am I seeing this wrong?"

The bubbles in the cup unexpectedly formed a smiley face pattern.

"Hmm?"

The bubbles changed their arrangement again, forming four words.

[Don’t be surprised]

Changed again.

[Don’t make a scene]

Changed again.

[Greetings to the Holy Land Immortal elder]

In the lab, the sounds of others talking, flipping pages, and typing continued.

Huang Sitong stared at the liquid surface in the cup, her neck hairs standing on end!

The West State Boss has always known her Holy Land heir identity but hasn’t found her.

Today, finally, he’s going to contact her?

In her mind, two Ancient Immortals also noticed, their expressions serious.

The bubbles in the cup changed quickly again.

[Elder, what type of elixir did you mainly focus on back then?]

[Can we exchange pill formulas? Share knowledge?]

In Huang Sitong’s mind, the two Ancient Immortals sat at a stone table, glancing at each other.

"He wants the pill formula?"

"Probably his master wants it?"

"This..."

The two Ancient Immortals felt somewhat embarrassed.

Both of them were indeed at Sequence Four and did indeed craft Flint Fire Pills and consumed them!

However... they took shortcuts during cultivation in Sequence Five, the Flint Fire Pill was also crafted with shortcuts, and they don’t have much knowledge in their minds. After sleeping for millions of years, they’ve mostly forgotten everything.

Through Huang Sitong’s eyes, they saw the bubbles change again.

[Elder, you can hide the documents in Sitong’s backpack]

The two Ancient Immortals were full of embarrassment, picking up a stone slab and used Sequence Six language to explain their situation.

They then let Huang Sitong sit back at the table, avoiding others’ gaze, opened her backpack, and put her hand inside.

Her palm emitted white mist, and a stone slab fell out of the mist.

"Ah?"

Huang Sitong saw that, in addition to the stone slab, a glass bottle had appeared in her backpack at some point!

The bottle was filled with black ointment!

"What is this?"

In her mind, the two Ancient Immortals were even more embarrassed!

"That... that is one of the Sequence Seven secret medicines, the Miracle Cream...

"But... but the trade wasn’t successful, you shouldn’t touch it..."

...

In the upstairs office.

Bai Mo held his disciple Coffee Eyes, drinking sweet and hot coffee with milk, frowning, his expression strange.

His Divine Sense had detected a message written in Sequence Six language on the stone slab in Huang Sitong’s backpack.

[I’m a cheap Sequence Four, barely upgraded, and I’ve forgotten all the alchemy I learned at Sequence Five]

[Please don’t be angry; there really are cheap people like me. If you don’t believe it, ask your master!]

Bai Mo put down his coffee cup, lowered his head, closed his eyes, and covered his face with his hand, feeling utterly speechless.

Coffee Eyes, seeing his master so frustrated for the first time, hurriedly hugged him with Fox Claws, rubbing his head against Bai Mo’s chest.

"Whimper, whimper!

"Growl, growl!"

Bai Mo chuckled dryly and patted his disciple’s head.

"It’s alright."

He sighed.

Just yesterday, he remembered the matter of Huang Sitong and was happy all night.

But today he discovered that yesterday’s joy was misplaced.

His long journey of immortal cultivation couldn’t take any shortcuts!

...

A day quickly passed.

Outside the window, the sky had already darkened.

The students in the lab began to stand up, chatting with their companions.

"Let’s go, let’s go, time for dinner.

"Hahaha, I wonder what’s for dinner in the cafeteria today?"

"I know, that chubby master told me we’re having fennel lamb chops tonight!"

Huang Sitong carried her backpack, leaving with her classmates, walking down the hallway, her face dazed, her thoughts elsewhere.

She reached into her bag and felt the cold, hard glass bottle.

Taking advantage of no one noticing, she sneakily opened it for a glance.

The bottle was still filled with the dark ointment!

She reached into her dreamscape, asking her two masters.

"Since the trade didn’t go through, did the West State Boss forget to take back this ointment?"

The two Ancient Immortal Masters, sitting at the stone table, were unsure as well.

"Actually... someone like him wouldn’t make mistakes in what he does."

"Maybe that one bottle of ointment means nothing to him?"

"A whole day has passed, and he still hasn’t taken it back..."

"Then... then just keep it and use it..."

Huang Sitong waited for this sentence all along!

Now, her eyes shone, the corners of her mouth lifted, smiling brightly, nodding strongly.

"Mm!"