778 Ancient Wood Deity Palace, Wood Lineage Treasure (2)
The Primordial Spirit Sword was firmly in the divine treasure. Even if a Dao Ancestor came, Han Muye would dare to slash out.
Just as the power of the Wood Lineage surged out, it stopped.
“Later, if you can pass the inheritance test of my Wood Deity Palace, you can take everything here.”
A voice sounded in Han Muye’s mind.
In front of Han Muye, the phantom of a female cultivator in a pale white dress decorated with petals appeared.
“Junior Sister?” Han Muye was stunned, then shook his head and said, “No.”
This female cultivator only had a hint of resemblance to Mu Wan.
“Sword cultivator?” The female cultivator glanced at Han Muye with a regretful expression.
“What a pity.
“Leave.”
Hearing the female cultivator’s words, Han Muye looked up and said calmly, “Senior, what kind of person do you want to find to accept the inheritance test? An alchemist?”
The female cultivator nodded and said, “My Wood Deity Palace mainly focuses on alchemy cultivation, so, naturally, we passed down the Dao of alchemy.”
Han Muye smiled, and a golden spiritual fire flashed at his fingertips.
“Coincidentally, I’ve also studied alchemy. I can give it a try.”
The female cultivator looked surprised. She turned to look at the 10 Puppets who were trapped by Han Muye’s sword light and nodded. “Okay.”
With that, she waved her hand, and a few branches on the withered tree broke and fell.
“Boom!”
Han Muye’s figure seemed to instantly land in a space filled with fireworks.
“Turn these branches into a spiritual fire within a hundred breaths.”
The female cultivator’s voice sounded.
Was this considered a trial?
Han Muye chuckled and wrapped the withered branch with the spiritual fire at his fingertips.
However, unlike what he had imagined, the branch was not ignited at all.
“This wood is Green Gold Wangchuan Wood, one of the toughest wood-type spiritual materials in the world. If you want to ignite it—” The female cultivator’s voice had just sounded when a green spiritual fire flashed in Han Muye’s palm.
“Wood begets metal, metal begets water. Water and fire counter each other. Wood begets water. Between birth and counter, there has to be balance,” Han Muye whispered. The green spiritual fire in his palm wrapped around the wooden branch, and then flames flickered on it.
In an instant, the entire space seemed to have loosened a lot and become clearer.
“Good!” The female cultivator excitedly exclaimed. Then there were even more wooden branches in the space.
“In the second stage, use this Green Gold Wangchuan Wood to refine a medicinal pill.”
Using this wood to refine pills?
How could he refine pills with just tree branches?
Han Muye’s gaze fell on the wooden branches.
There were dried leaves on the branches, as well as broken stamens after withering. There were also tender branches that seemed to be about to grow, but they had already dried up.
He reached out and picked up a wooden branch.
Han Muye carefully plucked the leaves, stamens, and tender branches and placed them in front of him.
“It’s the same root, but it has different medicinal properties.”
“I see.”
Muttering, Han Muye reached out and peeled away the wooden branches.
Bark, trunk, core.
The withered leaves were gently torn apart. Leaf veins, fibers, and blades.
The stamen was cut off and divided into three parts.
In just a moment, the branch was split into dozens of pieces.
The Dao of alchemy in the world was originally born from the same root, but it was divided into thousands of small details.
No wonder it’s said that there are great cultivators who can refine pills in the void. Doesn’t that mean that the spiritual qi of heaven and earth can also become a myriad of attributes?
Han Muye’s eyes lit up. He raised his hand and a ball of spiritual light rose.
The halo turned into an illusory cauldron. A ball of flames coiled around his palm, enveloping the illusory cauldron.
He wanted to see the various parts of the same tree branch refined into a medicinal pill.
The female cultivator beside him revealed a strange expression of joy.
Wooden branches were thrown into the cauldron, leaves, bark, stamens…
All sorts of powers interweaved and fused within the cauldron.
“Wood-type astringent force? That needs to be dissolved with the power of harmony.”
“The wood core of the Green Gold Wangchuan Wood indeed has the power of the metal lineage. It should be neutralized by the gentle power in the stamen.”
…
It was unknown if Han Muye was talking to the female cultivator beside him or himself.
The medicinal power in the cauldron continued to fuse and slowly take shape.
A pale golden pill appeared in the cauldron. There were spiritual patterns flashing on it.
“The medicinal power is pure and has the power of metal and wood. It can increase the cultivation of the metal and wood lineages.”
“One, that’s—”
Han Muye’s eyes flickered as he whispered, “One pill can create a Golden Core!”
As long as one swallowed this pill, they would be able to become a Golden Core cultivator. This pill was clearly equivalent to a Golden Core!
Was there really such a precious pill in the world?
A trace of surprise flashed across the face of the female cultivator standing beside Han Muye. She raised her hand and waved, holding the pill in her palm. She sensed it and said, “It’s rare. Your methods are not bad.”
“Then the next stage is—”
With a wave of her hand, the entire withered tree was uprooted.
“Use this tree to refine a pill.”
This tree?
Han Muye frowned and whispered, “Senior, this is your…”
Han Muye did not finish.
The female cultivator chuckled. “We alchemists are different from sword cultivators. We are willing to sacrifice ourselves and pass down our Great Dao.
“As long as you can refine pills, this inheritance will be yours.”
A round golden ball of light appeared in the female cultivator’s hand.
Inheritance Spiritual Pearl.
This item was used in ancient times to collect legacies. It had the same effect as a jade slip.
However, this Inheritance Spiritual Pearl was much more valuable than the jade slip. There was a soul mark inside that could directly guide one’s cultivation.
As if afraid that Han Muye would not believe her, the female cultivator tapped her hand and images appeared in the spiritual pearl.
They were all scenes of refining pills.
It was indeed an inheritance item.
