Chapter 830 - 440: Turning False Into True, Water Image Pill

Chapter 830: Chapter 440: Turning False Into True, Water Image Pill

Inside the dim great hall.

More and more foxes turned their heads, casting their gazes toward their master, crowding around to watch their master perform alchemy.

"Ying ying ying?"

"Awoo awoo awoo?"

No one knew how their master’s alchemy was going?

Was it almost done?

Xiao Chuifeng and Big Chuifeng huddled shoulder to shoulder. They saw from their master’s Alchemy Furnace a wisp of ash shoot out, with a "whoosh" straight up to the ceiling, then slip out through the skylight crack.

"Ying?"

"Awoo?"

That batch failed?

They saw their master seem to enter some kind of state, expression extremely focused, eyes locked on the Alchemy Furnace. After pondering for a while, he continued stuffing herbs into the furnace.

And in the bamboo basket at his side, there were only a few drugs left.

Foxes are all very cunning!

They immediately scrambled up, ran to the cabinet in the corner of the great hall, fetched bamboo baskets, and started picking Immortal Grass again.

Several senior and junior brothers who worked in other Alchemy Workshops also crowded over.

"Ying ying ying!"

The herbs and Pill Industry products needed for the fake Water Image Pill—each of them knew part of the list.

"Awoo awoo awoo!"

In this cabinet there were more than fifty commonly used drugs; the variety was obviously not enough.

Refining a fake Water Image Pill is much simpler than a real Water Image Pill, but the required herbal materials and Pill Industry products together still total nearly a thousand types!

Fortunately, between the warehouse and the dormitory great hall there was only a little door!

"Ying ying, awoo awoo awoo!"

Bai Liandan’Er grabbed a bamboo basket and led the senior and junior brothers charging into the warehouse!

...

The present world.

Inside a pitch‑black room.

The wide gambling table was covered with a black silk tablecloth.

Gold candelabras flickered with flame, illuminating every face around the table.

They were men and women, young and old; some wore suits, some wore long Chinese jackets, some wore qipaos, all dressed properly.

Some were only in their teens, still with childishness on their faces.

Some had heads full of gray hair, temples gone white.

At this moment, all of them were smiling, waiting for the dealer to deal out the cards one by one.

When the last card was dealt, the middle‑aged man smiled and tossed a ring onto the table.

"Inside this ring, I have three hundred types of Sequence Eight herbs, ten jin of each type."

Three hundred types?

Sequence Eight?

The room fell silent for a moment.

His next seat was a red‑lipped woman, her graceful figure wrapped in a brocade qipao, with a mink‑fur shawl over it.

"Hahaha, worthy of being Prince Bai Bao’s high disciple—three hundred kinds of herbal materials, just thrown out like that.

"My hand’s not bad; I’ll call."

She also tossed a ring onto the table.

"Inside this ring, I have ten kinds of Immortal Gold, seven taels of each."

...

"We’ve already run out of materials..."

Bai Mo sat cross‑legged on the bed, Yin Grass Furnace resting on his knees, Knowledge Container floating by his side. He was indeed in great shape, with streaks of inspiration flashing in his mind, suddenly appearing like fish crazily leaping out of the water!

"What a pity I didn’t prepare the materials in advance."

Just as he was about to end this special state of thought, he heard the "shua shua shua" sound of wheels!

He lifted his head and saw a row of small forklifts coming from the direction of the warehouse door!

On each forklift, there were boxes full of materials!

"Ying ying ying!"

"Awoo awoo awoo!"

The disciples rushed forward, unloading the goods in a flurry of hands!

The dormitory great hall was large enough, and there were plenty of foxes. In no time, stacks of boxes had encircled Bai Mo’s area.

Bai Mo’s Divine Sense swept over and saw that inside each box were all sorts of materials, each type not in large quantities, twenty to thirty jin.

But the variety was extremely rich—several hundred types of Sequence Seven Herbal Materials, several hundred types of Sequence Eight Herbal Materials, several hundred types of Sequence Nine Herbal Materials, and several hundred kinds of intermediate products from the Pill Industry.

He grinned.

"Very good, that’s enough!"

At that moment, as his Heart Thought stirred, gusts of wind rose in the great hall, sweeping herbs from box after box, then pouring them all into the Alchemy Furnace in one go!

This Yin Grass Furnace looked tiny, but inside it contained a world!

Now, all sorts of herbs were being poured into it, Five-Colored Pill Fire poured into it, and two strands of Primordial Immortal Qi poured into it!

There was a loud "whoom" as the furnace mouth shook, gray‑black smoke, accompanied by flames, burst from the opening... another batch ruined!

But Bai Mo couldn’t be bothered caring; after a bit of thought, once he understood the reason for the failure, he waved his hand again, stirring up roaring, chaotic currents of wind to sweep more herbs from the boxes!

...

"Ai ya, Senior Brother, how come your hole card is a four?

"Trying to copy the Gambling God and steal a chicken?

"Hahaha, then this three hundred kinds of herbs, your Junior Sister will gladly accept!"

Prince Bai Bao’s disciple, the middle‑aged man in suit and leather shoes, named Jing Guqing, let out a dry laugh, forcing his expression under control to hide the pain that flashed deep in his eyes.

Seeing the bald guy across from him rake over his ring and take away his Immortal Grass, he even felt a sudden urge to flip the table, to kill everyone here!

But that was absolutely impossible...

Because every person present, without exception, was a Prince Disciple!

He pulled another new ring from his pocket and tossed it onto the table.

"I still have chips.

"This is one dou of Primordial Immortal Qi—the Flower Domain’s Primordial Immortal Qi of the Seven-Colored Thunder Bell."

Around the table, everyone instinctively turned their gaze to that ring.

"Haha, Senior Brother Jing, what a lavish move!"

"We can’t put up chips of equal value."

"We won’t be able to join Senior Brother Jing this round."

Some people, however, licked their lips, becoming interested.

"Heh heh heh, now this is fun. I’ve got one dou of Great Cycle of Celestial Immortal Qi here—let’s play with Senior Brother Jing."

"I’ve got one dou of Life Separation Immortal Qi; I’ll join Senior Brother Jing too!"

In the room, those who couldn’t produce chips of sufficient weight all fell silent, shaking their heads to either side, looking at this one and then that one, cheerfully watching the show.

None of them could figure out what was up with Jing Guqing today.