"Squeak——"

The door opens.

Fengming Cave God Red Pheasant pushed open the door of the Zen room, and the two demons standing outside the door quickly bowed and saluted.

"What year, month and day is it today?"

"To tell you the truth, it's the 25th day of the 11th month of the 18th month of Tianyun."

Yaoxie on the left quickly bowed and replied.

"It's been four days!"

The Scarlet Pheasant Empress murmured to herself that her long demon life had made her concept of "heaven" extremely vague, but now it became clear to her.

"It seems that you are not a master of alchemy. That's right. High cultivation level does not mean high attainment in alchemy. People's energy is limited. How can they achieve their current level of cultivation if they put it into alchemy?"

Chi Pheasant thought to himself, shook his head slightly, and then turned around to practice.

There is no time to practice.

The red pheasant, immersed in the ethereal state, suddenly trembled his eyelashes, but there was a faint report coming from outside the house.

"What happened?"

In a moment, Red Pheasant withdrew from the ethereal realm and asked.

"When I return to my empress, Wan Chao Cave God will pay me a visit!"

"Wan Chao... Ming Chen?"

Red Pheasant Liu frowned slightly, stood up quickly, opened the door and asked: "What year, month and day is it now?"

"To tell you the truth, it's the 26th day of the 11th month of the 18th month of Tianyun Wuxu."

'On the fifth day? Could it be that the elixir is ready?'

Chi Pheasant's heart moved and he quickly went to the side hall.

Entering the side hall, I saw Taoist Master Mingchen sitting at the table, sipping fragrant tea, the wind was gentle and the clouds were calm.

"What kind of wind brings you here?"

Chi Pheasant Feng Feng Huohuo sat down, a trace of nervousness and a trace of expectation flashed in his eyes.

"Of course it was the east wind from the empress that brought Pindao here."

Mo Chuan replied with a smile, waved his hand, and the two porcelain bottles fell in front of the red pheasant.

"This is……"

The red pheasant picked up the porcelain bottle with some surprise, wiped off the talisman on the bottle mouth, and when he saw what he saw, he subconsciously shouted: "Taiyi Golden Paste Pill!"

After saying that, he glanced at Mo Chuan and opened another porcelain bottle in disbelief.

"...Gen Xuedan!"

Chi Pheasant put down the elixir, looked at Mo Chuan with her eyes, and her expression changed completely.

"I didn't expect that fellow Taoist is still a master of alchemy!"

"Your Majesty, you are so complimentary. The path to alchemy is like the great road, endless. Who dares to tell us all? It's just a step ahead to see how profound it is." Mo Chuan said modestly.

"Fellow Taoist, you are humble."

Mo Chuan smiled, stood up and said: "The elixir is finished today, thanks to the empress's elixir recipe. If there is a need for elixir refining in the future, I can find a poor man to do it for me. In this way, I will say goodbye."

After saying that, he stood up and wanted to leave.

"etc!"

Chi Pheasant quickly called to Mo Chuan: "Why are you leaving in such a hurry, fellow Taoist? Is it because you dislike me for being ugly and don't want to sit for a long time?"

Mo Chuan shook his head and sat back again.

Red Pheasant retained the man and asked quickly: "May I ask my friend, what is your level of alchemy? How many levels of elixirs can you master?"

Are elixirs divided into different categories?

Mo Chuan was stunned for a moment, but said calmly on the surface: "How many levels do you want to practice, your Majesty?"

"...Fifth grade."

"Is there any prescription for elixirs?"

"No, but it's not difficult to get."

"Can we prepare elixir materials?"

"No, but it's not difficult to collect it."

"Three portions of the elixir, how about I try it first? If I get a little profit, I will make a batch; if I am unable to do it, return the remaining two portions of the elixir." Mo Chuan gestured with three fingers and said.

"My fellow Taoist, these words are a bit false!"

Red Pheasant shook his head, pointed at a porcelain bottle and said: "This second-grade Taiyi Golden Ointment Pill uses precious pills such as Kong Qing. It is not easy to get one part of the fifth-grade pill. How can you make three parts at will?"

?”

"If the Taoist friend dares to guarantee that the elixir will be produced, let alone three copies, it will be five copies. Even if I sell iron, I will collect it for you, and even give you a generous gift to thank you. But the Taoist friend said that I want to try one.

This...is somewhat overwhelming."

After Mo Chuan heard this, his heart beat wildly.

Taiyi Golden Ointment is a second-grade elixir, but what does a fifth-grade elixir look like?

"Since your Majesty knows how precious the fifth-grade elixir is, why do you need to say such angry words? Alchemy is inherently delicate, and no one can absolutely guarantee that the elixir will be successful. If your Majesty can afford to gamble, then gamble. If you think that the poor man is greedy for your elixir recipe,

Oh, then of course you won’t win if you don’t gamble.”

After saying that, Mo Chuan stood up and held his hands in his hands: "I have been refining elixirs for several days and my energy is exhausted. I'm leaving."

The red pheasant did not get up to see him off.

She looked at Mo Chuan's leaving figure, her silver teeth clenched secretly, and a tangled look flashed in her eyes.

…

…

Since you have the art of boiling stones, why bother searching for and cultivating medicinal materials yourself?

Wouldn’t it be beautiful to take human elixirs and elixirs?

Mo Chuan thought about the hesitant look on the red pheasant, and felt a sense of pride in his heart.

He was so eager to offer the first batch of elixirs not only to show off his alchemy skills, but also to spread the word.

Thousands of miles of thorns have the greatest shortage of medicinal materials, but the greatest shortage of alchemists.

Now, if he can fill this ecological niche, he will not only make a lot of money, but also establish himself as the Cave God of Ten Thousand Dynasties.

From now on, who dares to provoke him easily?

When the time comes, if he agrees, none of the three thousand-year-old demons will agree.

"Huh--"

While thinking about it, Mo Chuan suddenly cast his gaze into the sacrificial furnace.

I saw Ya San'er crawling outside the Temple of Yang, begging loudly for permission to see him.

"come in!"

Mo Chuan's mind moved, and his figure escaped into the Yangshen Temple.

"Squeak——"

With the sound of the door opening and closing, Ya San'er stepped into the hall. What he saw out of the corner of his eye made his heart palpitate.

This is the first time it has stepped into the Immortal Forbidden Land.

In the spacious side hall, there are endless rows of ancient books racks, which are filled with various materials in different categories.

The hall is filled with the faint fragrance of medicine, which makes you intoxicated by the smell.

Passing through the ancient bookshelf, I saw the immortal sitting on a table full of huanghuali, his eyes slightly closed, and he was practicing.

"Ya San'er, pay your respects to the Immortal!" Upon seeing this, Ya San'er hurriedly knelt on the ground.

"Why do you want to see me?"

"When I return to the Immortal, Ya San'er wants to ask for a job, like the Dengcao monk, to cultivate medicine for the Immortal."

Ya San'er said quickly. After speaking, his heart immediately rose to his throat.

"Tsk, tsk, you're a carnivorous goblin, why do you want to be a gardener? Do you also cultivate the aura of vegetation?"

The subtext in these words made Ya San'er feel cold all over.

The energy of grass and trees is useless, what is useful is naturally the medicinal materials.

However, the medicinal materials belong to the immortal. Is it because he wants to enrich himself by asking for this job?
To be continued...