Chapter 115: Too Many Heavenly Grade Fighting Skills

A month passed quickly, at least for Han Cheng.

Everything was going smoothly and he made a lot of money. How could Han Cheng not be happy?

When a person is happy, time passes quickly.

On this day, Han Cheng, feeling refreshed, came to the ninth floor of Jindan Building. After a simple tidying up, the ancestor of Fenyan Valley, Ancestor Huoyun, and the master of Fenyan Valley, Tang Zhen, arrived.

“Oh, I didn’t expect that Mr. Han, who is famous all over the continent, is so young!”

Upon seeing Han Cheng, Patriarch Huoyun's first reaction was that he was too young. He was only in his twenties, and he could already refine ninth-grade elixirs?

It is very amazing to be able to refine an eighth-grade elixir!

"You are too polite, senior. I am just flattering you." Han Cheng said modestly and got straight to the point: "I will start refining the ninth-grade Fengyunshui Lingdan. If the black magic thunder appears, senior will take action to deal with it."

"Okay, I know." Ancestor Huoyun nodded. Although he was injured, the Black Demon Thunder was not a pressure for him yet.

Han Cheng smiled and nodded. The Ten Thousand Beasts Cauldron fell down, and the green flame turned into a green dragon that hovered on the ninth floor of the Jindan Building. A dragon roar was heard, and a green line of fire spewed out of the green dragon's mouth and entered the Ten Thousand Beasts Cauldron.

The temperature in the ninth floor rose rapidly. When it was almost reaching the desired level, Han Cheng waved his hand, and a series of medicinal herbs were poured into the medicine cauldron like flowing water.

Patriarch Huoyun narrowed his eyes slightly, and his skills as a master of alchemy like Han Cheng flashed with brilliance from time to time.

Tang Zhen, who was interested in alchemy, watched it very seriously and wanted to become the disciple right away.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have the wood attribute.

Until the eleventh day, a breath of annihilation descended upon Shengdan City. Black clouds that absorbed all the light emerged in the sky, surrounding the Jindan Building, constantly wriggling, and slowly forming a bottomless black hole.

Although the Jindan Building has restrictions, it can be blocked unless it is deliberately destroyed by a Dou Sheng master, but this breath of annihilation cannot be blocked.

Many powerful people in Shengdan City were alarmed, and figures led by the three giants of Danta had come to the vicinity of Jindan Building to watch.

When they saw this terrifying black cloud, countless alchemists who had imagined the scene countless times realized that this was the black magic thunder that could only be triggered by a ninth-grade elixir!

“Hiss!” Xuan Yi took a breath of cold air and whispered, “Wow, Han Cheng has indeed gotten ahead of us and can even refine ninth-grade elixirs.”

"I should have thought of it long ago. Refining an eighth-grade nine-color elixir is as easy as drinking water, so refining a ninth-grade elixir is not impossible." Xuan Kongzi gritted his teeth. This kid, who usually gets along well with his brothers, actually has this trick up his sleeve secretly.

"Maybe he is afraid of hitting you..." Tian Leizi said silently, making Xuan Kongzi feel as if he was hit by an arrow in the chest.

"You..." Xuankongzi then realized that Tianleizi, the guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was also a thick-faced and black-hearted person.

"Okay, they should be the ones who are most sad." Xuan Yi comforted Xuan Kongzi. After all, he was her old cousin. As she spoke, she smiled and looked at the top forces not far away that were commanded by semi-saints.

There are only a few ninth-grade alchemists in the entire Douqi Continent. People like Han Cheng who can truly refine ninth-grade pills independently are even rarer. They can be counted on one hand.

Therefore, ninth-grade elixirs are something you can only come across by chance but not by force. Even someone as powerful as a Dou Sheng may not be able to eat a ninth-grade elixir in his entire life.

Because compared to the rarity of Dou Sheng strongmen, ninth-grade alchemists can be described as scarce, at the level of endangered protected animals in the Dou Qi Continent.

Including the semi-saints, there are about two to three hundred Dou Sheng masters in the entire continent, but there are only three to four or five ninth-grade alchemists.

There are some special cases, so some Dousheng masters can't get a ninth-grade pill at all. For example, Hunxuzi of the Soul Clan is a ninth-grade alchemist, but can Gu Yuan get a ninth-grade pill from him?

The Medicine Clan can refine it for Gu Yuan, but the Gu Clan has to consider the price to be paid. After all, it is a transaction between two races and it cannot be cheap.

For a Dou Sheng, a ninth-grade elixir is rarer than a heavenly-grade fighting skill.

A ninth-grade alchemist like Han Cheng who takes the initiative to open a business can be said to be one of a kind.

However, those forces did not seize the opportunity in the first place, and now they are one step behind. How can they not feel upset?

In the Jindan Building, Patriarch Huoyun, who had been squinting his eyes these days, suddenly widened his eyes and took a breath of cold air. He did not expect that Han Cheng could successfully refine the ninth-grade elixir in one go.

"Senior." Han Cheng turned his head to look at Ancestor Huoyun and pointed to the sky.

"Don't worry, Mr. Han, leave the rest to me!" Patriarch Huoyun nodded solemnly, and his attitude changed very naturally.

A fiery red figure appeared above the Jindan Tower. The seemingly old figure was not inferior to the dark clouds in the sky.

A powerful fighting saint!
The crowd watching suddenly understood and had this thought in their minds: this was a genuine Dou Sheng, not a half-saint.

A Fighting Saint can mobilize the energy of heaven and earth with just a thought and possess terrifying power to destroy the world.

Although the power of the Black Demon Thunder is strong, it is only limited to those below the level of Fighting Saint.

A semi-saint could suppress it with all his strength and at some cost.

But in front of a true Dou Sheng, it is just a minor trouble that can be solved with a few ordinary attacks.

Just as the Fengyunshuilingdan in the medicine cauldron was about to escape, it was stopped by Han Cheng. The power of his soul vibrated and knocked it back to its original form.

A light blue, translucent pill the size of a longan, surrounded by green cloud patterns.

After Ancestor Huoyun came back, the first thing he felt was a moist and gentle vapor. Not only did he not feel uncomfortable due to the conflicting attributes, but the serious injuries in his body were relieved a little.

"It is indeed a ninth-grade elixir. Just a little bit of its aura makes me feel much better."

Carefully taking the cold jade bottle containing the elixir from Han Cheng, Patriarch Huoyun breathed a sigh of relief and took out a scroll from his storage ring.

"Mr. Han, thank you very much for this. This is a heavenly fighting skill that I created over the years, the Burning Heaven Finger. It is a token of my appreciation. Please accept it."

"Okay, then I will respectfully obey your command." Han Cheng accepted it with a smile. He would never have too many heavenly-level fighting skills.

As a ninth-rank alchemist, he has the confidence to accept the thank-you gift from the Dou Sheng powerful.

When Patriarch Huoyun saw that Han Cheng accepted it, he felt much happier.

"Haha, as long as Han Xiaoyou likes it."

Tang Zhen on the side was also excited. This was a good thing. Their Fenyan Valley had established a relationship with this young ninth-grade alchemist. They would have the confidence to fight with others in the future.

After saying some polite words, Patriarch Huoyun and Tang Zhen left first. After all, healing the wounds first was the most important thing.

(End of this chapter)