632 Top Second-Generation Pill
‘Sir!’
He was a disciple and a teacher of cultivation!
This was not the first time a group of alchemists bowed.
Qin Suyang and Baili Xinglin invited them to refine pills. Then someone would observe. After the pill refinement was completed, this would happen.
At this moment, the two of them looked calm. After bowing, they cupped their hands in return.
Zheng Shan and Liu Zihong looked up and saw that the Mu family’s patriarch was still in a daze. They hurriedly smiled and introduced the Pill Destiny Pavilion.
There were not many people who had been to the Pill Destiny Pavilion in the Imperial City, but among alchemy cultivators, there were very few who had never heard of it.
Unless it was a cultivator who cultivated in seclusion and didn’t care about anything outside.
The grand opening of the Pill Destiny Pavilion and the Pill Transformation Technique were all legendary stories among alchemists.
As alchemy cultivators, who didn’t want their own alchemy house to be filled with major cultivators when it opened? Who didn’t wish to create a world-famous alchemy technique or pill formula?
A small pill store had fulfilled the dream of all alchemists.
Hearing Zheng Shan and Liu Zihong’s introduction, the Mu family’s patriarch had a complicated expression.
In the Western Frontier, Mu Chunhui could be considered a great alchemy cultivator. He established the Little Alchemy Pavilion and was respected by the alchemy in the Western Frontier.
However, compared to Han Muye and Mu Wan’s achievements, it was not worth mentioning.
The world-famous alchemy technique was something he didn’t even dare to think about.
The student had surpassed the master.
He was also gratified and happy that his junior was so outstanding.
However, as the senior who had been surpassed, it was impossible for him not to feel sad.
On the path of cultivation, once one was surpassed, one might never be able to catch up in one’s entire life.
“Sigh, good, good…” Looking at Mu Wan, the Mu family’s patriarch said softly, “Wan’er, since you can go so far on the path of alchemy, I should tell you the history of our Mu family.
“It’s said that our Mu family once had the bloodline of a great alchemy cultivator.”
The Mu family’s patriarch had a solemn expression.
If he had mentioned this before, the other alchemists would probably laugh at him.
The alchemy cultivators of the Western Frontier had the nerve to call themselves the descendants of great cultivators?
However, at this moment, they felt that it was only natural.
No wonder these two could create pill refinement techniques. It turned out that they had such a relationship.
“Wan’er, the glory of our Mu family’s ancestors…”
The Mu family’s patriarch looked excited and emotional.
Mu Wan nodded and said softly, “Martial Aunt Baili Xinglin has already told me that our ancestor is the personal disciple of an Alchemy Sage.”
Baili Xinglin was an Alchemy Half-Sage. She was in charge of the Alchemy Division and was her Martial Aunt.
The Alchemy Sage was the Grandmaster.
Gasps could be heard in the alchemy room.
This is a top second-generation alchemist?
In the Heavenly Mystic world, can there be a junior alchemy disciple with a higher status than this person in front of us?
The Mu family’s patriarch was stunned.
My ancestor was the disciple of a Sage?
…
When Han Muye, Mu Wan, and the others walked out of the pill room, Zheng Shan and the others sent them off respectfully.
“Thank you for your guidance, Teacher Mu.”
Standing at the door, everyone bowed again.
Mu Wan had just refined a furnace of pills and demonstrated the Pill Transformation Technique. Then she invited the Mu family’s patriarch and Fairy Peony to leave together.
Baili Xinglin had instructed her to invite the Mu Family’s patriarch to visit her when he was in the Imperial City.
Mu Wan, the Mu family’s patriarch, and Fairy Peony got into the carriage. Han Muye muttered a few words and walked in another direction.
Zheng Shan, Liu Zihong, and the others stood at the door and watched the carriage leave with complicated joy on their faces.
“I didn’t expect Brother Mu to be the descendant of a great alchemy cultivator.”
Zheng Shan said softly with emotion.
“Haha! Brother Mu is a kind person. In the future, our fortune will depend on Brother Mu.” Liu Zihong roared with laughter.
The alchemists behind him were all envious.
The Mu family’s patriarch and his companion had come to the Imperial City to stay with Liu Zihong. Clearly, their relationship was not ordinary.
Now that the Mu family’s patriarch had actually gone to the Baili Residence to visit his relatives, it was not difficult for him to soar in the future.
Now that the Mu family’s patriarch had become rich, he naturally would not forget his old friends, Liu Zihong and Zheng Shan.
It was true that when a person became successful, those who had relations with him would ride on his success.
At this moment, Han Muye, who was walking around the alchemy mill, stopped and stood in front of a small shop.
The shop was surrounded by people.
Many servants in green-gray robes were taking out the medicinal pills, spiritual herbs, and various items from the shop and piling them at the door.
“Everyone, the Siming Alchemy House owes rent, and there are also spiritual herbs that the Alchemy Division owes on credit. Today, we’re here to close down the shop. These spiritual herbs and pills will be sold at low prices.”
A low-ranking official from the Alchemy Division in a green robe and a green official hat shouted.
As he spoke, he pointed at the medicinal pills and spiritual herbs, drawing attention to their prices.
They were indeed low prices, 30% lower than usual.
The surrounding customers were all overjoyed.
Han Muye stood behind and listened to everyone’s discussion.
The owner of the Siming Alchemy House, Li Siming, had a decent alchemy cultivation base. He was already a senior alchemy master and was proficient in many pill refinement methods.
It was just that this person was engrossed in researching alchemy techniques outside of the alchemy house and insisted on developing famous alchemy methods.
Naturally, he could not make ends meet in the end and the alchemy house closed down.
Hearing everyone’s words, Han Muye revealed a strange expression.
The collapse of Siming Alchemy House had something to do with him.
Back then, when Li Siming arrived at the library, he had stuffed a copy of his alchemy insights into Mu Wan’s hands as she was stepping out of the library.
He was exploring how to refine more pills in one furnace.
Li Siming had tested his idea many times, but it failed every time.
