"What a genius, I don't know what it is."

The third elder looked at the alchemy room in a complicated manner. Of course, he didn't believe that a young man who could refine such complex elixirs would be a so-called casual cultivator.

Without resources and powerful professors in the sect, what kind of alchemy he uses?

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

Although I have practiced countless times in the refining space, the sense of accomplishment of truly refining eighth-grade intermediate-level elixirs is still incomparable in the space.

To dispel the fragrance of medicine in the room, Qin Cheng took out two golden elixirs from the elixir furnace.

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

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

"If you take these two pills a week apart, you will be able to weaken the ghost spirit in your body. When the second pill is swallowed, the ghost spirit will completely dissipate."

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

The reason why I can maintain a certain level of cultivation until today is that the two toxins in my body fight against each other. If I only weaken one side, the fire poison will explode.

He has known some pharmacology for so many years, and this question is not aimless.

"It's okay. When the fire poison breaks out, just call me."

However, Qin Cheng waved his hand confidently, and seemed to be ready.

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

Watching Qin Cheng leave the hall.

The third elder was a little amused and cried. With all his efforts, all the colorful butterfly fairy grass he got back was cheaper in Qincheng.

But if you really recover from this, you won't lose.

Staring at the pill in front of him, the third elder swallowed a golden elixir into his stomach without hesitation.

Then he opened the spirit gathering array, sat cross-legged in the center of the hall, and began to refine it.

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

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

Along the way, many inner disciples looked at him with strange looks, and some people pointed at him.

When he arrived at his mansion, Qin Cheng found that his house had been bombarded into ruins.

Qin Cheng's expression suddenly fell.

In this mansion, I have arranged various formations to enhance spiritual energy and increase spiritual consciousness. I have spent a lot of effort, but now they are all destroyed.

"What the hell is going on? Who ruined 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. You all are in Zhuo Ju's mansion, and they know best." The disciple's face was panicked and he wanted to speak but stopped.

Qin Cheng frowned and let him go.

He took out the jade slip for the transmission of the message, and then he found that Zhuo Ju had sent him a lot of messages.

But I focused on refining medicine and didn't read the jade slip at all.

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

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

Zhuo Ju walked in a hurry and was about to walk out. When he saw Qin Cheng, he quickly lowered his head and did not dare to look at Qin Cheng.

"Senior, you're back."

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

"It was Nie Feilu's made." Zhuo Ju said.

"That is, the second son of the Great Elder. He suddenly brought people back to the inner gate this morning to destroy your mansion. Wen Dashan and others naturally refused, so they fought."


Chapter completed!