Chapter 804 - 427: Ancient Temple in the Mountains, The Master’s Martial Decree

Chapter 804: Chapter 427: Ancient Temple in the Mountains, The Master’s Martial Decree

"Hmm?"

Bai Mo sat at the dining table, nibbling on the taro paste bean filling nut bun in his hand, and slowly reminisced. The more he thought about it, the more he felt he might have guessed the truth!

"Back in the Cyan Moon Pill Palace, there were clearly multiple kinds of Super Immortal Grass seeds.

"But records of large-scale cultivation mention only a few types.

"Perhaps, for them, the Immortal Qi produced by different grasses was only classified by field, not by the grass itself?

"The previous look at the Great Immortal Technique ’Purple Dragon Climb’ documents didn’t mention Immortal Qi types?

"The Great Immortal Technique ’Qinghua Rain’ from the myriad Fallen Immortals also never mentioned Immortal Qi types?"

Bai Mo hadn’t given it much thought before, but now when he intentionally recalled, he suddenly noticed inconsistencies.

"Uh, okay then."

He smacked his lips, took a bite of the big bun, dipped it in some sour celery sauce, and felt quite gloomy.

"These Ancient Immortals, one by one, couldn’t distinguish Immortal Qi.

"Are the Alchemy Dao documents they’ve researched still reliable?"

As he chewed on food and pondered, suddenly a spark of insight flashed in Bai Mo’s mind!

"Or could it be that the inability to distinguish Immortal Qi is a hindrance preventing them from turning the fake into real?

"At least one of the reasons?"

Bai Mo thought for a while and then grinned.

"This crucial breakthrough for turning fake into real, isn’t it right here!"

...

Swoosh...

A fierce wind howled.

The night was deep and dark.

In the grand hall dormitory on Fox Mountain, the foxes were as usual, either gathering to boast and chat, or holding cups and simultaneously drinking and bragging about their own liquor.

Bai Mo sat on the bed, frowning while holding a cup of fish herb chocolate tofu flower plum wine, sipping slowly and with difficulty.

His other hand held a piece of fresh wood, attempting to inject the primordial Immortal Qi of the Fish Leg Grass into it.

He merged his mind and spirit, focusing on the injection of Immortal Qi, watching the change in the wood. He saw the fresh wood quivering, "crackling", swelling, splitting, twisting, growing larger and larger...

Black Gloves and White Gloves, one on each side, leaned against their master’s shoulder.

Both stared wide-eyed, focusing on that piece of fresh wood.

Then there was a "boom," and the wood exploded into pieces!

"Yipe!"

Black Gloves swung its big tail to shield its master’s face!

"Ouch!"

White Gloves swiftly caught the bottle that its master almost couldn’t hold steady, securely holding it in its arms!

Swoosh...

The sound of the wind drew in, and the exploded fragments were surprisingly pulled back into Bai Mo’s palm by hot and cold air currents under a bit of fiery illumination, forming a mass.

"Yipe yipe yipe!"

White Gloves was startled, nestling its head into the master’s arms.

"Ouch ouch ouch!"

Black Gloves proudly gave the bottle back to its master.

If it hadn’t been quick-witted, such good liquor would have almost spilled!

Bai Mo awkwardly smiled, ruffled White Gloves’ head, looked at Black Gloves’ smug face, accepted the unshed drop of liquor, and observed the surface dotted with swirl-like chocolate sauce mixed with crushed tofu flower and fish herb.

"Thank you... thank you..."

Black Gloves also pushed its head into the master’s arms, feeling quite conceited.

Bai Mo continued to sip this indescribably flavored liquor while glancing at the freshly retrieved wood chips in his palm.

"At that brief moment just now, that strand of primordial Immortal Qi was completely consumed.

"But even after consuming it, I feel like I haven’t learned anything?"

Bai Mo smacked his lips.

"Researching this thing seems really expensive.

"The amount burned just now requires ten minutes of Fish Leg Grass production to generate.

"It’s really not cheap!"

...

Swoosh...

The bus stopped at the parking lot halfway up the hill.

People in the vehicle, dressed in either windbreakers or down jackets, happily rushed out.

"Hahaha, we’ve arrived!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, let’s visit the temple!"

"Ah!"

Huang Sitong, wearing a puffy down jacket and carrying a backpack, was squeezed out from the carriage, her feet landing with a temporary stumble.

She steadied herself and saw blue skies and white clouds overhead, with red leaves scattered across the mountain, tourists bustling and laughing.

A bus arrived behind, from which a tour guide waving a flag and hat-wearing tourists emerged.

"Everyone stay close, don’t fall behind!

"Watch each other, nobody get separated!"

She saw a row of food trucks not far away, some grilling egg rolls, others grilling sweet potatoes.

"Have a taste, the hot starch sausage, pure starch!"

"The Internet-famous hot milk treasure!"

Then looking at the mountain gate and the huge plaque not far away.

[Great Wilderness Hill Buddhist Temple]

This is somewhat different from the imagined ancient temple on a desolate mountain, isn’t it?

Is this a tourist attraction?

In Huang Sitong’s mind, two Ancient Immortals seemed a bit confused as well.

"So lively?"

Huang Sitong furrowed her brow.

"Is it really not dangerous?

"Has the West State Boss noticed me or not?"

She showed a face full of concern, cautiously clutching her backpack straps, treading the leaf-covered mountain path with the happy crowd, heading toward the ancient temple’s gate.

...

Inside the pharmaceutical workshop office.

Fang Xiaoyu was sitting behind the computer, together with Bai Mo’s fox apprentice Zhe Meizhua, browsing Taobao.

"Does this one look good on me?"

Zhe Meizhua shook its head.

"How about this one?"

Zhe Meizhua still shook its head.

"This white short down jacket, does it look good?"

Zhe Meizhua widened its eyes, stared for a moment.

"Ouch!"

The round head nodded heavily!

Fang Xiaoyu smacked her lips.

"This... does it really look good on me, feels... sigh..."

She realized something, looked at Zhe Meizhua, then at Bai Mo sitting not far away, observed Bai Mo’s white down jacket hanging up, and understood this fox’s aesthetic... Anything resembling Bai Mo’s clothes, it finds beautiful!

Fang Xiaoyu’s mouth twitched.

"Haha, I shouldn’t have bothered asking you.

"Qingyun, come help me take a look!"

Today is Saturday, the pharmaceutical workshop’s day off.