Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 345: Teaching the Art of Fake Pills

Alchemy room.

After several days of hard thinking and weighing, Wang Qiye finally made a crucial decision when there were only ten days left before the secret realm was opened.

He knew that he was about to step into a secret place full of unknowns and dangers, where life and death were unpredictable. He was worried that if he met with an unfortunate accident in the secret place, Duanmu Lan could at least rely on this unique skill to ensure a worry-free life in the future.

"Lan'er, I will now teach you the method that will allow you to refine a fake pill with 100% certainty." Wang Qiye's voice was not loud, but it was full of determination. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes fixed on Duanmu Lan who was not far away.

Duanmu Lanzheng's eyes suddenly lit up, shining like bright stars.

Like a light butterfly, she couldn't wait to throw herself into Wang Qiye's arms, her soft body pressed tightly against him. She kissed him affectionately on the cheek, her face filled with surprise and emotion, like a flower blooming in spring. Her eyes, full of love like autumn water, stared at him closely, as if the whole world was left with only the two of them. "Wang Qiye, have you really found it?"

"Yes." Wang Qiye nodded slightly, but then his expression became extremely solemn. His brows knitted slightly, and his eyes revealed deep worry. "But you must promise me that you will never pass this technique on to others before you die."

Duanmu Lan's breathing suddenly became rapid. She frowned slightly, and a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes. She bit her lips lightly, and her fingers twisted the corners of her clothes unconsciously. But soon, that hesitation was replaced by determination. "Wang Qiye, I can give myself to you completely now. Don't you still believe in the rock-solid relationship between us?" As she spoke, she hugged Wang Qiye tightly, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly disappear.

Wang Qiye gently embraced her in his arms, held one of her hands, and kissed her affectionately. His eyes were full of love and tenderness, as if they could melt everything in the world. "Lan'er, the relationship between us is one that you don't speak of, and I don't speak of. The reason I'm so cautious is because I'm afraid that you are inexperienced and easily be bewitched by others. Once this matter becomes a big deal and everyone knows about it, this fake pill will lose its precious value."

"This is only one aspect. By then, if the streets are full of sixth-level alchemists, the profession of alchemist will no longer have the respected status it once had. Moreover, there will always be people who will trace the source and find the source of this fake alchemy technique. By then, even if Qingyao Peak does its best to protect you, you will be isolated by everyone and restricted in every way."

Wang Qiye's tone was filled with deep worry, and his eyes looked into the distance, as if he saw the chaotic situation that might arise.

"Hmph!" Duanmu Lan was angry and shook Wang Qiye's arm hard and turned away. There was a hint of displeasure on her face, and her mouth was slightly pouting, which made her look particularly cute. Her hair fluttered gently in the breeze, like a dancing elf. "Isn't it enough that I promised you?"

Wang Qiye hugged her tightly from behind, put his mouth close to her ear, and whispered softly: "Lan'er, all I did was for you. I really can't bear to see you suffer. After we die, who cares about the raging waves outside."

Duanmu Lan's expression eased a little, she sighed softly, turned around, and threw herself into Wang Qiye's arms again. Her eyes were full of tenderness and dependence, "You can tell me now."

"Lan'er, do you still remember the properties of the magic pill we finally succeeded in making?" There was a mysterious light in Wang Qiye's eyes. He raised his chin slightly and looked at Duanmu Lan expectantly.

Duanmu Lan frowned slightly and fell into a brief recollection. Then, her eyes lit up and she answered without hesitation: "Of course I remember, the inner elixir of a demon beast with both wood and water attributes."

Wang Qiye nodded slightly, and then asked: "Then what kind of spiritual root am I?"

Duanmu Lan answered without hesitation: "You are a wood spiritual root... Could it be!!!" Her voice suddenly became louder and there was shock in her eyes, as if she had already guessed the answer.

Her mouth opened slightly, her face full of disbelief. Her body trembled slightly, and a strong shock surged in her heart.

Wang Qiye nodded gently, his eyes showing admiration for Duanmu Lan. Duanmu Lan is indeed a genius in alchemy, he understood it at once.

Immediately, her face flushed with excitement. After this shocking secret was cracked, she seemed to see the scene of spiritual stones rolling in like a tide in the future.

But then, she showed a hint of doubt, "I'm afraid it's not that simple?"

Wang Qiye gave her an approving look and said, “This is of course the first step to the success of the fake pill. You must have the same attributes as the alchemist who made the fake pill in order to succeed.

Next, if we want to succeed, we must let the demon beast's inner elixir absorb enough spiritual energy from the alchemist's body."

Duanmu Lan's eyes flickered, and he said thoughtfully: "No wonder, we alchemists all practice Dan Qi to strengthen our bodies. Normally, we will unconsciously exhale our own spiritual energy and absorb the Dan Qi in the alchemy furnace. It turns out that this spiritual energy was finally absorbed by the demon beast's inner elixir."

Duanmu Lan pondered for a long time, then raised his head and asked, "Why is the one they refine so lifeless?"

Wang Qiye seemed to have the answer already, and said slowly: "It may be related to the type. The inner elixir of a wood-attributed monster will have more vitality after being refined. This is one reason."

"The second reason is that they didn't inject enough spiritual energy into the demon beast's inner elixir, so the inner elixir didn't react completely in the end, so what they refined can only be considered a semi-finished product."

"So that's how it is." Duanmu Lan finally understood and was excited. At this moment, he was eager to refine a furnace to confirm what he was thinking.

She has been exploring the fifth-level elixir for five or six years, and is still only a half-baked one, with a low success rate.

But now the title of a sixth-level alchemist is within reach. After becoming a sixth-level alchemist, refining fifth-level pills will be easy and will never fail again. "No, I want to refine sixth-level pills in every furnace. One furnace costs 1000 million spirit stones. The supply is in short supply. This is much more profitable than the anti-aging pill."

After Wang Qiye's furnace of fake pills came out, Duanmu Lan's furnace of anti-aging pills also came out, a total of 80 pills. These anti-aging pills not only easily paid off the debt, but also left her with more than 820 million private money in her pocket, and she became a small wealthy woman again.

She looked around and felt that the five sixth-level alchemy furnaces were not enough, and the spiritual liquid inside would take another three or four years to be boiled. Perhaps it was time to go to the black market again. Her eyes were shining with expectation and desire, as if she saw a more glorious future beckoning to her.

She suddenly thought of something and her face turned red with shame. The red was like the gorgeous sunset in the sky, and it quickly spread to her ears, as if water was about to drip out.

"Wang Qiye, it turns out that you are not crazy at all. You took off all your clothes on purpose to take advantage of me..." Her voice became smaller and smaller, like the sound of mosquitoes and flies, her head drooped lower and lower, and her face became redder and more charming.

Wang Qiye never expected that she would remember this. He panicked and quickly refused to admit it, "Lan'er, I was really crazy at that time. You have to believe that even if I was crazy, I still loved you."

Duanmu Lan raised her head slightly, with a hint of shyness and suspicion in her eyes. She bit her lips lightly, hesitated for a moment, and said coquettishly: "Humph, who knows whether what you said is true or false, but considering that you are still attentive to me, I will believe you this time. But if you dare to do this again in the future, I will not forgive you."

After saying that, she blushed and lowered her head, gently twisting the corner of her clothes with her fingers, but a hint of sweetness arose in her heart.

Wang Qiye looked at her shy appearance, and the love in his heart surged like a tide, and he could no longer hold back his inner impulse. He slowly approached Duanmu Lan and kissed her gently.

At that moment, it seemed as if time had stood still and everything around them became blurred, leaving only each other's warmth and breath.

Afterwards, the two of them were entangled like a thread tightly entangled by fate, and could no longer be separated from each other. Their heartbeats intertwined, playing a love movement.

In this gentle embrace, they forgot all the troubles and disputes in the world and immersed themselves in this sweet world that belonged to them.

The sunlight shines on them, as if covering them with a layer of golden glow, witnessing their warm and beautiful love.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Qiye felt as if he had swallowed Duanmu Lan whole. The sweetness, as rich as honey, melted his heart. The feeling was like being immersed in a dreamy sea of ​​flowers, intoxicating.

After their lips parted, they were still gazing at each other affectionately, their rising and falling chests telling of their fiery, surging love. Their eyes met, as if thousands of words were flowing in them, without words, they could feel each other's deep affection.

A silver thread was floating in the air, tightly connecting the two of them. Duanmu Lan licked her lightly, revealing her charm. At that moment, Wang Qiye almost couldn't control himself and kissed her again uncontrollably.

"Wang Qiye, when we refine a large number of fake pills with dual attributes of wood and water, I'm afraid they will be discovered by someone with ulterior motives sooner or later." There was a hint of worry in Duanmu Lan's eyes, and her voice was soft but full of concern.

"It won't be long before the next batch of fake pills are placed on the counter of Yueyu Tower. As long as they are not stupid, they will find out." Wang Qiye's tone was calm, but revealed a hint of helplessness.

"Aren't we leading the way for them? I really don't want to accept this." Duanmu Lan frowned slightly, feeling very unwilling.

“Although we have paved the way for them, it will take them thousands or even millions of years to succeed. So we have to refine more spirit stones before their experiment succeeds so that we can earn as many spirit stones as possible.” Wang Qiye’s eyes were firm, and he held Duanmu Lan’s hand tightly, as if giving her strength and confidence.

Duanmu Lan gently leaned on Wang Qiye's shoulder, her soft body like a boat nestling in the harbor. She closed her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and sighed, "It can only be like this."

Unconsciously, she had gotten used to relying on this man.