369: C369 Injured Veteran!

C369 Injured Veteran!

This old and worn out Pill Furnace was only a Dao Building Level magic weapon.

The flames below were burning, continuously roasting the Pill Furnace and refining the herbs within.

This youth was precisely Lin Fann. His cultivation was not high enough, so he was decisively rejected by the Nameless Academy.

However, his master, Mrs. Rouran, arranged another task for him, which was to burn the fire and refine pills. He refined all kinds of basic Medicine Pill, supplying these Nameless Academy's academies with them.

As for the ingredients, they would naturally be provided by the higher-ups. As for who was on top of it, it was up to them.

Even Lin Fann himself did not know. Every cauldron of Medicine Pill would be given a corresponding Chaos Coin, or a reward from the Pill Alliance's internal contribution points, or both.

According to Mrs. Rouran's words, practice makes perfect. Lin Fann's skill in alchemy wasn't low. However, his technique was too rusty, and the number of Medicine Pills he refined was also too small.

With such an opportunity to have others provide the raw materials to continuously refine the ___, not only would he receive a generous reward, but he would also be rewarded handsomely. He could even explain the many geniuses in Nameless Academy. This was definitely a rare opportunity in the world.

However, after concocting pills for three days, Lin Fann had a vague feeling.

He was abandoned by someone!

He had been used as a waste and then captured as a strong man. He had been used as a cheap labor, providing these so-called geniuses with an endless supply of Medicine Pill resources.

Lin Fann laughed self-deprecatingly. He took out a Foundation Establishment level bronze Pill Furnace from his interspatial Inventory Bag and placed it next to him. Then, he opened another furnace.

Using one mind for two purposes, and refining a Foundation Establishment level Medicine Pill.

To an ordinary person, it might be as difficult as ascending to the heavens. But to Lin Fann himself, because his soul was strong enough in the ancient times, he did not treat this as a challenge at all!

Perhaps this short period of alchemy career really raised him by quite a bit!

Lin Fann laughed self-deprecatingly. He casually took out a Foundation Establishment Spiritual Replenishing Pill and threw it into his mouth like he was eating beans. It was crisp and delicious, and there was also a faint fragrance that did not dissipate.

This was not a private meal, but a kind of hidden benefit that Lin Fann received.

Every time the Pill Alliance wanted Lin Fann to concoct pills, they would send three portions of raw materials.

This was because the success rate of concocting pills was not high, which was why they would do such a thing. But they had underestimated Lin Fann. Refining this kind of Foundation Establishment level broken Medicine Pill. He had virtually a 100% success rate. When he was in a good mood, there would occasionally be a turn. The heavenly tribulation rumbled, and at the same time, he summoned an unknown creature as his little brother. Helping him fetch water and chop wood, the miscellaneous goods were mostly done, and the poor laborer was put back.

Therefore, every time Lin Fann refined pills, he would have a large amount of leftovers. These leftovers were naturally stuffed into his pocket and stuffed into his own pocket.

The higher-ups might know, or might not know.

But even if they knew, they could only pretend they didn't know!

"Lin Fann, give me a Yang Returning Pill!"

A middle-aged man supported a pale-faced veteran who was sweating profusely as he walked into Lin Fann's cave.

Lin Fann had seen this middle-aged man before. He was Deacon from this valley. Deacon's strength wasn't low. He had reached the Cult Master Level a long time ago. The old soldier who was supporting him was also an out-and-out Cult Master Peak Cultivator. The blood energy in his body was like a dragon, as if it could penetrate his body at any time. Sweeping through the saints!

The Yang Returning Pill was a Foundation Establishment level Medicine Pill, a kind of Medicine Pill that could not be considered to be too expensive.

Nine return to one, a pure Yang medicine. The main function of this Yang Reversion Pill was to increase pure Yang energy and increase the strength of one's blood energy.

Lin Fann had not learnt anything else during this period of time, but he had refined quite a number of messy Medicine Pills.

The Yang Reversion Pill was one of them. He had refined a total of three cauldrons previously, and one of them had been taken away by the cauldron. There were also two cauldrons that had been taken away by him.

"Here!" Lin Fann was extremely straightforward. He flicked out a longan-sized Yang Reversion Pill and it landed on the forehead of the old soldier.

The blood energy within the old soldier's body surged, forming a long dragon. He opened his mouth and swallowed the Yang Returning Pill into his stomach.

Waves of blood and Qi surged and rolled. The old soldier's body trembled. In his 3.6 million pores, there were strands of pure sound that were shaken out and dispersed in the air, not dissipating for a long time!

This pure Yin energy was expelled from the veteran's body, but it actually did not dissipate immediately. Instead, it was discouraged and condensed again, turning into a fierce tiger. It turned around and charged at the veteran.

"Scram!" The middle-aged Deacon shouted out explosively, and the Yin energy that had transformed into a fierce tiger was completely dispersed just now.

The pale face of the old soldier immediately became much redder. Only then did the bloodline that had been blocked by the Yin Qi become unimpeded.

"Senior, who is this?" Lin Fann appeared very humble as he asked the middle-aged Deacon in a low voice.

"This is an old soldier who was injured in a distant battlefield. He has been recuperating during this period of time. He lives in a cave next to you. You have to provide him with all the Medicine Pill he needs. He has contributed a lot to the entire Primal Chaos. Don't neglect him!"

The middle-aged Deacon was very respectful to this veteran. He even used the tone of an order.

Lin Fann shivered. He understood that this veteran's background was definitely extraordinary.

Only a Cult Master Peak Cultivator could become an insignificant soldier. This was enough to prove that the level of the battle was unfathomable.

"Of course, we won't treat you unfairly! If you can heal this veteran's injuries, the higher-ups will reward you with a three-thousand-year-old Dragon Blood Grass!

Dragon Blood Grass, using it to transform into a dragon, can taste the charm of a true dragon. There are even people who can comprehend the True Dragon Great Dao from it. Cultivate into the body of a true dragon, and finally cultivate the Imperial Sovereign Expert!"

The middle-aged Deacon made an extremely generous promise.

The Dragon Blood Grass was indeed precious, but it was far from being able to match the contributions this veteran had made for the chaos at the border.

Lin Fann nodded, and then he took out a Blood Changing Pill. The grade of this Blood Changing Pill wasn't high, it was merely a Hidden Acupoint Stage. However, its effect was extremely special. It could replace the old blood in the body of an injured Cultivator.

"Senior, please keep this Blood Changing Pill well! After returning, consume one pill. Three days later, find me to get a second one!" As an alchemist, he knew the medicinal effects of each Medicine Pill like the back of his hand.

Some Medicine Pill were not necessarily better in grade or effect. The most important thing was to treat the problem!

The veteran put away the Medicine Pill and nodded. With the support of the middle-aged Deacon, he turned around and left.

As soon as they left, Lin Fann sealed his cave behind him. He took out an ancient Cult Master Level altar that he had spent a total of three thousand Tai Chu Coins to buy from Ninth Chaotic Universe.

Lin Fann flipped his palm and a strand of hair appeared on his palm.

This was the hair on the old soldier's armor. However, it did not belong to this old soldier.

The hair was gray in color, and it didn't belong to the Human Clan. There was also a strong corrosive aura lingering on it. If it was a Qi Cultivating Stage warrior holding it in his hand, he would immediately turn into a pool of pus.

Lin Fann respectfully placed the hair in his hand in the middle of the altar. At the same time, he placed a Dao Building Level Cultivator on top of it that had all of its life essence sucked out by him.

Lin Fann's expression was serious as he chanted an incantation. The dried corpse immediately turned into a hazy green light and rushed into the distant Chaos.

After that, Lin Fann placed the grey hair on the altar. He wanted to see the true identity of the green hair's owner.

However, there was no response. The grey hair silently lied on the altar, unwilling to move at all!

"So mysterious?" Lin Fann's brows raised. He understood what the scene in front of him meant.

The so-called sacrifice was essentially an equal exchange with the mysterious creatures in the distant unknown world.

The reason why the hair on his body didn't move and the scene Lin Fann wanted to see didn't appear, was that the mysterious creature that was being sacrificed felt that the weight of the sacrifice wasn't heavy enough.

"Add a little more!" Lin Fann said to himself. At the same time, he placed the five Dao Building Stage corpses on top of it.

However, the gray hair on the altar didn't move at all, while the five corpses had already turned into five dark green beams of light and rushed into the endless chaos.0

"Continue!" Lin Fann gritted his teeth and took out another ten Dao Building Stage dried corpses.

The dried corpses turned into green light and disappeared into the void.

The green fur finally revealed a blurry figure. It was an unknown creature. It had three heads and six arms, and it had grey wings on its back. It stood in the void. The surrounding space became distorted. Endless spiritual energy surged into his body.

The blood energy in its body was too vigorous, to the point that even though it was separated by billions of spaces, it could only see a hazy projection. Lin Fann could feel the surging Qi that made his heart palpitate.

"Who are you?" The figure turned around and shot two beams of light at Lin Fann. This was a mysterious creature whose combat strength had reached an unfathomable level.

Even if it was a projection that appeared, it could still make him feel it and intimidate Lin Fann.

Cold sweat trickled down Lin Fann's body because he could feel the intense pressure coming from it. He could faintly feel the aura of a saint. This three-headed six-armed creature was not an ordinary Saint Expert. It was a super genius who had stepped into the Saint Stage. Its true combat strength... It was a few levels higher than its own realm.

With a thought, the entire cave shook. The sky and earth shook, as if it was going to collapse at any moment.

"Behave yourself!" Lin Fann might not be able to do anything to the true body. However, this was merely a projection. Even though it was powerful, it had yet to reach the stage where it could threaten his life.

Strands of lightning fell from the void and formed a solid cage, completely imprisoning the projection of the three-headed, six-armed creature.

"How dare you!" The creature roared furiously and scolded Lin Fann.

His status was extremely noble and dignified. Even if it was just a strand of divine sense that imprisoned him, it would still be a great insult to his status.

"I can't see it clearly! There is only one creature that still doesn't understand the source of the truth!" Lin Fann shook his head and offered another sacrifice. This time, he carried 36 Dao Building Stage dried corpses. This was a sacrifice.

The scene behind the three-headed, six-armed creature gradually appeared, but the range was only 100 meters around the creature.

Surrounding it were headless corpses, some of which came from the Ninth Chaotic Universe. Some came from the depths of the Primal Chaos. An angel with broken wings, a demon with broken horns. Each corpse should have been extremely powerful when they were alive. Even the weakest one was a Cult Master Level.

However, on this battlefield, sand was everywhere, and they could only be reduced to the most inconspicuous living beings.

A Cult Master Level could only barely qualify to enter this battlefield and obtain the status of a reserve member.

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