Chapter 831 - 440: Turning Fake into Real, Water Image Pill (Part 2)

Chapter 831: Chapter 440: Turning Fake into Real, Water Image Pill (Part 2)

Just playing cards for entertainment is fine.

Why even bring out the Primordial Immortal Qi?

Getting desperate in losing?

Frustrated from losing?

Starting to put your entire wealth on the table?

"For this round, no dealing cards.

"Let’s compare our skills.

"Roll the dice, compare sizes, big eats small, what do you all think?"

...

In the pitch-black great hall.

More and more foxes gathered around to watch the master perform alchemy!

"Yingyingying?"

Black Star, in charge of the Purple Earth Dragon, poked its head from behind a box, looking at the master.

The master held a large mass of purple mist-like Primordial Immortal Qi in his hand, swirling like fog, flowing like silk, and poured it into the Yin Grass Furnace!

"Aoaoao?"

Doing a full jug straightaway?

Big and Small Eyes poked its head from behind Black Star’s shoulder, looking at the master.

Saw the master pulling out another large mass of black mist-like Immortal Qi from the container, solid as dark clouds, pulsating like a heart, and stuffed it into the Yin Grass Furnace!

"Yingyingying?"

This seems like it’s also a full jug?

Pa!

Bai Mo knocked the lid on the Yin Grass Furnace, holding it with both hands, swirling it around up and down, left and right, as if shaking dice, or mixing a drink.

His Divine Sense entered the furnace, focusing intently on every kind of medicine, each fusion, every strand of Immortal Qi, every change!

But even with that focus, the process was still like rolling dice, unable to fully control the final outcome’s size.

Also like mixing a drink, the synthesized taste is difficult to make identical, there will always be some degree of difference.

"But in this delicate work of alchemy, any slight difference..."

His expression suddenly changed, pressing the lid down hard!

Poof!

Suppressing the huge muffled sound within the furnace!

Upon opening the lid again, billowing black smoke wafted out, carried by the wind, towards the cold night air.

"Still out of balance?

"Balancing two types of Immortal Qi is relatively easy.

"But achieving balance with three entirely different types of Immortal Qi is somewhat harder.

"The three influence each other, it’s easy for the changes to grow increasingly large, more chaotic, ultimately leading the changes towards chaos."

Bai Mo thought for a while, not bothering about the loss of Primordial Immortal Qi, organized his thoughts, then waved his hand again, summoning wild winds, wrapping the herbs and rolling them into the Alchemy Furnace.

"Try again!"

...

"Hahahaha, Senior Brother Jing, my sincerest apologies, I don’t know why, but I rolled four sixes!

"Your Immortal Qi, I’d gladly accept it.

"Seven-Colored Thunder Bell, in our Divination Master path, can be considered part of the amazement domain Immortal Qi.

"It’s also a famously excellent thing!"

The young girl in a small suit giggled, ringing the ring on the table.

"Senior Brother Jing, tonight was quite fun, right?

"How about we call it quits here, what do you think?"

Jing Guqing’s face grew darker, more unpleasant.

He pondered for a moment, then pulled out a roll of Silk Book from his jacket’s inner pocket, placing it on the gambling table.

"This... is a prescription, passed down by my master, a Prince’s Secret Medicine titled [White Dragon Thousand Scale Powder]."

On the gambling table, everyone fell into silence.

The White Dragon Thousand Scale Powder is the famous Secret Medicine of Prince Bai Bao!

It’s said that when Prince Bai Bao was at Sequence Four, he sat alone in the mountains for three hundred years, thought deeply, spent countless herbs, countless Immortal Qi, ultimately creating this prescription! Even after ascending to Sequence Three, Sequence Two, he continued to perfect this recipe.

After the silence, everyone on the table broke into laughter.

"Senior Brother Jing is generous!"

"Knowledge is priceless, knowledge is the most valuable, no doubt about it!"

"A roll of Silk Book is not just a prescription, it’s the Prince’s three hundred years, the Prince’s countless herbs, countless Immortal Qi."

"I’ll accompany Senior Brother in continuing! Here I have a roll titled [Leaf-Flying Fly], which consumed my master two hundred years, three thousand Martial Slaves, to finally complete, I’ll use it to accompany Senior Brother for another round!"

"Here I have a roll titled [Ghost Face Painting Hide], which consumed my master four hundred years, countless materials and Immortal Qi, I’ll place it on the table, boldly accompany Senior Brother Jing for another round!"

"I have a roll titled [Ghost Hand Fusu]..."

...

In the great hall.

The foxes formed circles around to watch the master perform alchemy.

The foxes in the back couldn’t see, so they stacked up like Luohan!

For instance, Snow Exploration Claw stood atop Wind Chasing Claw’s shoulders, stretching its neck, eyes wide open.

"Whimpering, howling..."

While watching, whispering nonsense, reporting the latest situation to the Wind Chasing Claw below.

Actually... it didn’t see much.

It only saw the master holding onto the Yin Grass Furnace, with a slightly furrowed brow, a serious expression, extremely focused, and not moving.

The Yin Grass Furnace, however, occasionally made strange sounds like "puff puff," "boom boom," "swish swish," sometimes trembling, sometimes shaking, but always held firmly by the master.

What it didn’t know was that Bai Mo’s Divine Sense was entering the Yin Grass Furnace, manipulating the herbs, controlling the Pill Fire, orchestrating the fusion and changes.

While operating, he recalled the literature he had read, remembering the techniques left by Chai Bai School Immortals documented in those texts.

Each piece of literature condensed the efforts of an Immortal, ranging from a few hundred years to a thousand years.

They deceived, wandered, tried repeatedly, failed, and continuously extended the longevity of the Fake Pills.

Every lesson they tasted, every success they achieved, every experience they summarized, and every year they spent in cultivation accumulated in Bai Mo’s mind through these texts, and were reflected, to varying extents, in the Alchemy Furnace he was handling.

...

The gambling table was silent.

Jing Guqing grinned, revealing his cards to everyone.

"Seven-eight circles point."

"Not very big, but... just enough to be slightly larger than everyone else’s cards."

"It seems my master’s Secret Medicine formula was safeguarded by me."

Others looked displeased.

But still maintained their composure, grinning dryly, throwing each Silk Book to Jing Guqing.

"A bet is a bet."

"Senior Brother Jing’s luck suddenly turned good, huh?"

"This... sigh, going back, I’m going to get skinned by my master!"

In this game, all the tools were specially customized, with a prince watching, prohibiting everyone from using Immortal Techniques, banning any cheating.

Thus, Jing Guqing’s ability to win over everyone’s Secret Technique Silk Book amazed and pained them, but left them speechless.

Jing Guqing grinned, sweeping one roll after another of Silk Books, piling them in front of him.

Then he pulled out that piece of "Ghost Face Painting Hide," and unfolded it for a glance... he couldn’t comprehend the Immortal Artifact Path text.

But this was exactly what he wanted!

By obtaining this, today’s goal was achieved!

No doubt, winning the final round of the gambling wasn’t about luck...

Besides luck and cheating, the third method to win was... skill.

In terms of skill, everyone present combined couldn’t compare to Jing Guqing alone.

Because, before embarking on Immortal Cultivation, he ran a casino.

...

In the pitch-dark hall.

The foxes quieted down.

The front-row foxes dared not breathe, the back-row foxes covered their mouths.

Pairs of dark red eyes looked at the master, at the Yin Grass Furnace!

And saw that the Yin Grass Furnace was unexpectedly glowing!

At one moment, emitting purple light, another moment black light, and then shining with bright green!

Bai Mo cradling the Alchemy Furnace, further focusing all his Spirit, manipulating the types of Immortal Qi within to achieve balance, forming mutual entanglement.

"Hoo..."

He exhaled a breath.

At this moment, within the furnace, thousands of changes happened in an instant.

And each variation he had to capture, he had to handle well.

His eyes faintly glowing, his Divine Sense fully exerted, all his understanding of Immortal Qi poured into this furnace!

With a sudden force of his hands covering the Alchemy Furnace, pressing down its violent trembling!

Buzz...

A heavy humming, after intense firelight, the Alchemy Furnace returned to tranquility.

"Hoo..."

Bai Mo let out a long breath.

Beside him, Ting Xue’Er holding a cherry egg-flower vermouth bitter wine, looked at the master with concern.

"Whimpering?"

It didn’t know if the pill was successfully refined.

It only wanted to know if the master was tired?

Would he want to drink some wine, replenish sugar, add salt, energize?

This cup of wine has everything, best for replenishing energy, and tastes particularly refreshing!

But it suddenly saw, the wine in the cup seemed to be drawn, floating up, and moved to the Yin Grass Furnace!

"Give it to me."

Bai Mo indeed needed a slight supplement, took the apprentice’s wine, and drank it in one go.

Then wiped the mouth corner, looked at all the observing apprentices, smiled brightly.

"Turning fake into reality, success!

"The Water Image Pill, refined!"