"And Young Master, on the way back, I asked about Qincheng and found out that this person is a bit extraordinary."

The man looked strange and said: "He made a big fuss in the alchemy room yesterday and made Zhou Bai make a fool of himself. He vomited blood on the spot and is still in seclusion."

"Okay, okay!"

After listening to his subordinate's narrative, Nie Feilu's smile became increasingly grim.

In his eyes, Jin Rusong and Zhou Bai were both dogs raised by him. In Qincheng, it depends on the owner to fight dogs.

"Sir, Qin Cheng seems to have extraordinary medicine refining skills. I was sprinkled with some kind of medicine powder by him, and then I lost my strength. That Zhou Bai must have missed because of this." Jin Rusong reminded me.

"Do you think that with my cultivation at the eighth level of the out-of-body realm, I would be afraid of some alchemist?" Nie Feilu said coldly.

"Master, please calm down, I made a mistake."

Jin Rusong knelt aside, his face full of nervousness, but his heart was extremely excited.

Qincheng is doomed this time.

If it were his own matter, Nie Feilu might not care much about it, but with Zhou Bai, the two things go together.

In just a few days, Nie Feilu was slapped twice in succession by Qin Cheng.

With Nie Feilu's character, he would never give up.

"He's hiding in the Third Elder's Palace, right? It's hard for me to break in there, but I don't think he can come back."

Nie Feilu snorted coldly. At this moment, all he could think about was that damn Qin Cheng. He didn't even bother to torture the deacon. He threw away his whip and strode towards the blood pool.

"I've been staying on the top of the mountain for a long time. I'm afraid those losers in the inner sect have forgotten how powerful I am. You all gave me enough energy tonight. I'm going to make a big fuss in the inner sect tomorrow."

"Let all Fire Feather Sect disciples see the consequences of offending me, Nie Feilu!"

Jin Rusong was so happy that he didn't even care about his injuries.

The night passed quickly.

Qin Cheng stayed in the alchemy room all night.

He is now unable to use the Tongtian Cauldron and his spiritual consciousness is insufficient.

Eighth-grade mid-level elixirs are not that easy to refine, so you need to be careful every step of the way.

And similarly, the third elder also didn't sleep all night.

Although he gave Qin Cheng the greatest trust, he still felt uneasy. After all, his life was involved. He stared in the direction of the alchemy room from time to time.

Until the morning sun broke, the third elder's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened. He sensed something, and his robes swelled and suddenly flew up.

In the direction of the alchemy room, an invisible aura rose into the sky, containing the cry of some kind of divine beast.

"The sound of Dancheng."

The third elder's pupils narrowed.

The upper realm is different from the realm where Qin City is located. There is no elixir cloud celebration for pills below the seventh grade. Only when the pill reaches the seventh grade, will there be various heavenly responses.

The third elder raised his head in surprise. Colorful clouds were floating in the sky, casting thousands of rays of light.

It is also the whisper of the ancients, the sound of the great road, just like teaching and preaching.

"It really worked out."

The third elder took a breath and stood blankly in the air.

Dan Yun couldn't fake it. The only possibility was that Qin Cheng, this young boy, had really refined an eighth-grade pill.

And it was a success, which is even more difficult.

You should know that the level of an alchemist is calculated based on the strongest elixir he can refine.

But it does not mean that the alchemist can refine the strongest grade every time.

Often it takes refining many times, even dozens of times, to finally succeed once.

And Qin Cheng refined it in one go. Does this mean that the elixir was not refined to the limit of Qin Cheng?

But how young he is, he actually has such attainments in alchemy, and yet he hasn't learned it clearly in all these years. I feel really ashamed when I think about it.

"What a genius. I don't know where he came from."

The third elder looked at the alchemy room with confusion. He certainly did not believe that a young man who could refine such complicated elixirs could be a so-called casual cultivator.

Without resources and a powerful professor from the sect, how could he make elixirs?

In the alchemy room, Qin Cheng took a deep breath. He was finally finished and he felt quite relaxed.

Although I have practiced countless times in the medicine refining space, the sense of accomplishment of truly refining an eighth-grade intermediate elixir is still unmatched in the space.

After dispersing the scent of medicine in the room, Qin Cheng took out two golden pills from the pill furnace.

The third elder had already received a message from Qin Cheng, entered the room, and was waiting aside.

Qin Cheng observed the elixir with satisfaction and handed it to the other party.

"These two pills should be taken one week apart. If you swallow one now, the ghost energy in your body will be weakened. When you swallow the second pill, the ghost energy will completely dissipate."

"But if the Yin Qi decreases or disappears, the fire poison in my body will be difficult to control." The third elder frowned.

The reason why I can survive to this day and still maintain a certain level of cultivation is because the two toxins in my body are fighting each other. If only one side is weakened, the fire poison will explode.

He has learned some pharmacology over the years, so this question is not without purpose.

"It doesn't matter. When the fire breaks out, just call me."

Qin Cheng waved his hand confidently, seemingly prepared.

"Since you choose to believe me, I will take this colorful butterfly fairy grass."

Watching Qin Cheng leave the main hall.

The third elder was a little dumbfounded, as he worked hard to get back the colorful butterfly fairy grass, all of which were advantageous to Qin Cheng.

But if he really recovers from this, it won't be a loss.

Staring at the elixir in front of him, the third elder swallowed a golden elixir without hesitation this time.

Then he opened the spirit gathering formation, sat cross-legged in the center of the hall, and started refining.

Walking down from the top of the mountain, Qincheng feels refreshed.

He originally planned to go back to the mansion to rest, but when he entered the inner gate, he found something was wrong.

Along the way, many inner disciples looked at him rather strangely, and some pointed at him.

When he arrived at his residence, Qin Cheng found that his house had been bombed into rubble.

Qin Cheng's expression suddenly darkened.

I have put in a lot of effort to arrange various formations to enhance spiritual energy and spiritual consciousness in this mansion, but now they are all destroyed.

"What happened? Who destroyed my mansion."

Qin Cheng grabbed a disciple who was watching the fun next to him.

"Junior brother, I didn't do it. You should ask Zhuo Ju. Your people are all in Zhuo Ju's residence, and they know best." The disciple looked panicked and hesitated to speak.

Qin Cheng frowned and let him go.

He took out the sound transmission jade slip and discovered that Zhuo Ju had sent him many messages.

But he concentrated on refining the medicine and did not look at the jade slips at all.

Qin Cheng's steps swayed and he soon arrived in front of Zhuo Ju's mansion.

At this time, the door opened and Qin Cheng stepped inside.

Zhuo Ju was in a hurry and was about to leave. When he saw Qin Cheng, he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at Qin Cheng.

"Senior, you are back."

"What's going on?" Qin Cheng frowned.

"Nie Feilu did it." Zhuo Ju said.
Chapter completed!