Guan Chaosheng was not lying.

Cultivators were most afraid of obsessions.

Once he had any such thoughts, it would affect his mental state.

His cultivation had stagnated for more than a hundred years. He should have given up.

However, there might be a glimmer of hope in the Immortal Pill.

Seeing that Guan Chaosheng was staring at him, Han Muye cupped his hands and said softly, “Senior, no matter how good the medicinal pill is, it’s still a support. Whether your cultivation breaks through or not depends on your cultivation.”

“Haha, I know, I know.” Guan Chaosheng laughed and waved his hand. “I’ve cultivated for so many years, so I have this temperament.

I’ve spoken to Miss Bai. As long as the pill is completed, I can give you everything you want.”

Guan Chaosheng stared at Han Muye and said softly, “Mushen City suppressed the alchemy experts of the Western Frontier and you became the youngest alchemist to step into the Little Alchemy Pavilion. Perhaps this is my opportunity.”

If Guan Chaosheng invited Han Muye to refine pills, the price he would have to pay might bankrupt him. Naturally, he would have investigated this matter.

Although what happened in Mushen City was covered up by alchemy cultivators, the news would still spread.

As long as he investigated, he would know something.

“I hope I can become Senior’s fortuitous encounter.” Han Muye chuckled.

He was not modest.

It was just refining the Purple Jade Pill.

If he was humble about such an easy matter, Guan Chaosheng would probably feel guilty.

What he was doing was refining an immortal-grade Purple Jade Pill. As for whether it was an opportunity or not, Guan Chaosheng would take care of it.

Hearing Han Muye’s words, Guan Chaosheng’s eyes lit up. He nodded and said, “Young Master Han, do you want to rest for a day first?”

Han Muye waved his hand, looked around, and said, “Senior, prepare a quiet room for me, and then give me the spiritual herbs for refining pills.”

This place was only a few thousand miles away from the Nine Mystic Mountain. Along the way, Lin Shen drove the flying boat, and Han Muye did not consume much energy.

The sooner he refined the pill and returned to the Nine Mystic Mountain, the sooner he might be able to make it for dinner.

Since Han Muye wanted to refine pills immediately, Guan Chaosheng naturally wouldn’t refuse.

He was the one in a hurry.

After bringing Han Muye and Bai Suzhen to the backyard, Guan Chaosheng took out a cloth bag and handed it to Han Muye.

Han Muye took the cloth bag, examined it carefully, nodded, and walked into the quiet room.

Lin Shen stood at the door with his arms crossed.

“Senior Guan, I received a good cup of tea last time. Why don’t we go and taste the tea while waiting?” Bai Suzhen, who was standing in the small courtyard, chuckled when she saw Guan Chaosheng’s nervous expression.

Guan Chaosheng turned his head and smiled awkwardly. “Miss Bai, I’m sorry. In the end, it’s still related to cultivation. My heart is in a mess.”

“Senior, you don’t have to worry. I’ve never seen Senior Brother Han’s talent in alchemy.” Bai Suzhen smiled and turned around, walking out of the small courtyard.

Guan Chaosheng turned to look at the closed quiet room. He hesitated for a moment before following her out of the small courtyard.

…

In the quiet room, Han Muye sat cross-legged with a palm-sized round bronze inscription plate in front of him.

The center of the plate was a groove.

He took out a high-grade spiritual rock and placed it in the groove, and spiritual light shone from his fingertips as he activated the inscription.

The inscription flickered and triggered the power of the spiritual rock, turning into a 10-feet-long light shield.

This bronze plate was a formation plate refined by an array formation cultivator. There were array formations engraved on it, making it suitable to carry around.

The array disc in Han Muye’s hand was bought from Suzhen Store, and there was an array formation that isolated spiritual energy from the outside world.

The array formation was not very high-level and was enough to block detection. At the critical moment, it was enough to block the Immortal Grade Pill and activate the power of heaven and earth.

The array disc was activated. Han Muye raised his hand and the pill furnace flew out.

“Hum—”

The sword flashed, and the furnace shook.

One by one, he threw the spiritual herbs into the pill furnace. Han Muye’s divine sense split into two. One was focused on the pill furnace, and the other was focused on the method of refining the Purple Jade Pill in his mind.

This scene was something that Han Muye had already deduced and simplified. Many of the medicinal effects were purified with sword qi.

An hour later, the Pill Qi in the cauldron was already extremely rich. It urged the medicinal power to spin and turn into three bright points of light.

Han Muye heaved a sigh of relief and slapped his palm on the cauldron.

The cauldron shook, and the pills inside took shape. Then they pushed open the lid and escaped.

However, as soon as the pills flew out, they were blocked by the array formation. Han Muye reached out and pressed them back into the pill furnace, slowly nourishing them.

Two hours later, the pill furnace vibrated again. He stretched out his hand and used Cloud Dew Hand to grab the three purple misty pills in his palm.

Immortal Grade, Purple Jade Pills.

With these sixth-grade Purple Jade Pills in hand, Han Muye could feel a trace of desire in his soul.

The Purple Jade Pill was a pill that promoted the summoning of the power of heaven and earth. It had the effect of strengthening the soul.

Shaking his head, he put two of the immortal-grade Purple Jade Pills into a jade bottle and put it into his storage ring. Then he held the remaining pill in his palm and stood up.

After putting away the array disc and pill furnace, Han Muye slowly walked out of the quiet room.

“Brother Han, it’s done?”

Seeing Han Muye come out, Lin Shen hurriedly asked.

He was not an alchemy cultivator, but he knew that Han Muye was refining a sixth-grade pill.

Such a pill was worth tens of millions of spiritual rocks.

Han Muye smiled and nodded, opening his palm.

A pill surrounded by purple clouds floated quietly in his palm.

“But it worked?”

A voice came from outside the small courtyard. Guan Chaosheng’s figure flashed and he was already in front of Han Muye.

Sitting in the front yard drinking tea, he had already spread his divine sense outside the quiet room in the backyard. The moment Han Muye came out, he had already sensed it.

“Senior, I didn’t fail in my mission.” Han Muye slowly raised his hand.

It was as if a pill carved from purple spiritual jade was gently spinning, carrying endless mysteries.

Such agility and the attractiveness of the soul it emitted was mesmerizing.

Guan Chaosheng subconsciously reached out and was about to grab the pill when he paused.

Han Muye had already retracted his hand.

“Ahem, I understand, I understand.” Guan Chaosheng coughed lightly and raised his hand to take out a small bag.

Han Muye looked up at Bai Suzhen, who was slowly walking over.

Bai Suzhen held the small bag in her hand and examined it slightly. She nodded and said, “The spiritual materials and treasures here are worth 1.3 million spiritual rocks.”

This was almost the price of a supreme-grade Purple Jade Pill.

The price of the Immortal Grade Pill had to be increased.

Guan Chaosheng raised his hand, and a rusty two-foot-long sword appeared in his palm.

It was a broken sword.

Although the sword was broken, there was still a flash of spiritual light on it.

Even though it was rusty, there was still a sharp glint that made people not dare to look at it directly.

This was an extremely powerful sword.

“I obtained this sword from an ancient secret place. This sword’s grade is extremely high. It was only broken and lost most of its power.”

Guan Chaosheng stroked the broken sword with his palm and felt a little emotional.

“If it weren’t for the fact that this sword power has been lost, I wouldn’t have to wait for Little Friend Han to refine the Purple Jade Pill.”

Han Muye understood what he meant.

If this sword was still intact and powerful, Guan Chaosheng could directly snatch a Purple Jade Pill.

Holding the sword upside down, Guan Chaosheng looked at Han Muye. “Little friend, I’ve nurtured this sword for 200 years. Please treat it well.”

Han Muye nodded, reached for the hilt, and then pushed the Purple Jade Pill over.

Guan Chaosheng reached out and grabbed the Purple Jade Pill. Excitement flashed across his face.

Han Muye led Lin Shen out of the courtyard. A moment later, Bai Suzhen also walked out.

“Senior Guan promised that after I break through in seclusion this time, he will help me do something within his capabilities.”

Bai Suzhen didn’t hide anything and directly told him about the benefits she had obtained.

As she spoke, she handed the small cloth bag to Han Muye.

“Senior Brother Han, if you don’t need the treasures here, you can exchange them for spiritual rocks at Suzhen Store.”

A favor from a seventh level Earth Realm Spirit Awakening Realm expert was no less than hundreds of thousands of spiritual rocks.

With such benefits, Bai Suzhen naturally gave all the spiritual rocks to Han Muye.

Han Muye accepted the small bag without hesitation.

“Senior Brother Han, I’m preparing to go to the nearby market city. You guys can return to the Nine Mystic Mountain first.”

Seeing Han Muye accept the spiritual rocks and treasures, Bai Suzhen spoke again.

“Alright, then we’ll go back to the mountain first.” Han Muye’s answer was straightforward. He cupped his hands and left.

“What a heartless Senior Brother. Why didn’t you accompany me to the market?” Bai Suzhen snorted as she watched Han Muye and Lin Shen walk away.

“Eldest Miss.” An old voice sounded behind Bai Suzhen.

Bai Suzhen turned around and saw a white-haired old man in a green robe.

There was a strange light in the old man’s eyes that made it difficult to look straight at him.

“Seventh Grandpa, you’re here.”

When Bai Suzhen saw the old man, a trace of excitement flashed across her face.

“Little girl, your father asked me to tell you that if you can really find an immortal-grade Jade Bright Bone Pill, he will give you whatever you want.”

Hearing his words, Bai Suzhen said anxiously, “Really? I want my mother’s corpse to enter the ancestral land of the Shangyang Demon Sect. I want Li Mubai to admit that my mother is the only one in his life…”

Bai Suzhen’s words were interrupted by the white-haired old man.

“Girl, let’s talk about it when you find that pill.

“In the entire Western Frontier, there are only a few people who can refine immortal-grade pills. However, they won’t refine pills for the Sect Master.

“As for that kid just now, his talent is not bad, but a fifth-grade pill is not something that can be achieved just by having enough talent.”

Bai Suzhen nodded, her eyes shining.

“I’ll get the pill.”

…

The flying boat flew across the sky. Lin Shen stood at the bow and controlled it. Han Muye sat cross-legged in the cabin.

Between his knees was the broken sword he had obtained from Guan Chaosheng.

Without paying attention to the sword qi, he could already sense how extraordinary this sword was.

Although the sword was broken, the sword qi on it did not disappear. The spiritual light and sharpness were not lost.

This refinement method was passed down from ancient times. It injected the power of the Sword Dao into the sword and was constantly nurtured and tempered.

There were many benefits, but the requirements for the person who refined this sword were also high.

Without mastering the sword intent, it was impossible to nurture this sword.

Guan Chaosheng was not a sword cultivator and had not grasped sword intent.

Therefore, although this sword had been nurtured in his hand for 200 years, it did not stimulate the sword power at all.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes as he gripped the hilt of his sword.

Who held such a precious sword?

Who had severed such a sword?

The ancient era was an era of great cultivation.

Taking a deep breath, a sword intent turned into a trickle and flowed into the broken sword.

In his dantian, the nurturing spiritual energy and sword intent intertwined and wrapped around the broken sword.

“Hum—”

The moment the sword intent and spiritual energy surged into the broken sword, the broken sword trembled and a dazzling light bloomed.

“Sword Master Yuan Tian, even if my Blazing Sun Palace is destroyed today and thousands of disciples die, I won’t let you break the seal and leave!”

An image appeared in Han Muye’s mind, and he shouted.