Chapter 307 Dan Cheng
Gu Qingyuan looked at the furnace. Now, all kinds of elixir materials were integrated into one, and dried by the civil and martial fire in the furnace, forming a magic pill. The pill was round, half black and half red, and it was spinning in the air.

He raised his hand, and a wisp of grey gas scattered in his hand like a gauze. This was the immortality extracted from the immortals and gods. As for the magic pill, it was a fusion of the redundancy mixed in the immortality and the relics of the immortals and gods.

The so-called alchemy is to collect elixirs from heaven and earth, combine the mysteries of the sun and the moon, and finally make an elixir. It is a process of removing the dross and retaining the essence.

Gu Qingyuan refines elixirs and medicines in order to squeeze out the traces of immortality hidden in the three corpses and seven insects. As for the rolling magic pill, it is nothing but dregs. The gauze in his hand is the real pill!
"How can pills be so inconvenient? Who says that pills must be round?"

He sneered. Not to mention the pill shape, even the pill refining technique should not be restricted. Who says that a great pill cannot be made using an induction cooker or a pressure cooker?

"As for this dregs..."

Gu Qingyuan looked at the magic pill. The magic pill seemed to be psychic. When being stared at, it trembled slightly and then stood still.

With a wave of his hand, Gu Qingyuan used his magic power to pry open the space. He flicked his finger and the magic pill rolled in and arrived thousands of miles away in an instant.

'Give that kid some twists and turns, so he doesn't get too comfortable and lose his spirit.'

Gu Qingyuan looked at the magic pill going away, thinking in his mind how to carry out the calamity on behalf of the heaven. His journey was actually to complete the calamity, and he must bring the calamity to all living beings.

To verify what one has gained and to perfect the path of disaster, the plan has now been launched, with the God of Fortune pushing the process forward, incarnating as a calamity, and bound to bring about a catastrophe between heaven and earth.

Although Gu Qingyuan had used many magical powers of the robbery way, they were all small-scale. Now that he had designated this world as an experimental field, he had to make great moves and use them. When the power of the robbery way was pushed to the extreme, there would only be one consequence, and that was - the destruction of the world.

Destroying the world is to save the world, causing disasters is to plunder, this is the way it should be.

Huainan Road, Jinzhou City.

Jin En, the Iron-Armed Arhat, was lying on a soft chair. Two beautiful maids were each holding a bowl and serving him meals. Another maid was holding his right hand, which had earned him a bad reputation by killing countless villains, and was grinding his nails with a small file, while the other hand was wandering on the maid's soft body, causing her to utter coquettish words from time to time.

At this moment, someone pushed the door open. It was a bald man with a vicious face. But now he stood in front of Jin En like a little lamb, bending over and lowering his head.

Jin En withdrew his hands, sat up straight, and waved his hand for the maid to leave.

"Okay, Ma Liu, just tell me if you have any news." Jin En's rough voice sounded.

Ma Liu didn't raise his head. "Master Jin, at noon, a brother at the city gate reported that there were two people who should be the targets of your order, a young man and a Taoist priest, who has a yin energy and does not look like an ordinary person."

Jin En stood up and said, "As you know, a rare book has been published in our Jinzhou City. The Tianjian Sect is determined to obtain this rare book. Master Ren of Qiushui Sword will be here soon. He has sent someone to tell the brothers to be alert to see if any experts come to disrupt the situation."

He walked over to Ma Liu and squeezed his shoulder with his big hand, "Tell me what kind of masters those two are?"

A thin line of sweat dripped from Ma Liu's brow. "No one knows that young man. The Taoist priest is from Wangluo Division, and his name is Yan Jing. A brother of mine saw him from a distance a few days ago, so he should be right."

Jin En took his hand back and paced back and forth a few steps: "Where is he now?"

"Yan Jing has disappeared, and the young man is at the Fulai Inn in the west of the city." Ma Liu replied.

Jin En stroked his beard and said, "Don't worry about Yan Jing. People from the government will only cause trouble. Take someone to test the strength of that young man."

"Yes, Master Jin," Ma Liu hesitated for a moment, "I don't think we need to provoke that man. Now Jinzhou City is bustling with people and warriors. If we provoke public anger for no reason..." "You still have some brains, but you still think too little," Jin En nodded, "Think about who we are working for," without waiting for Ma Liu to reply, Jin En continued, "It's Tianjianmen, it's Master Qiushuijian Ren, he has spoken, we have to obey and do our best. I don't know if this will offend people, but we are a dog of Tianjianmen. If the dog doesn't listen, we can only kill it and eat its meat."

Jin En's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness as he spoke, "Besides, we are working for the Tianjian Sect. With this tiger skin on our bodies, they dare not say anything more."

Tianjian Sect is the top sect in Dachong, gathering many warriors. Although the skills they practice are not as spectacular as the magical powers of Buddhism and Taoism, they are all masters of controlling Yin Qi. It's just that one type is good at magic, and the other type uses Yin Qi to strengthen the body, and the Yin body then feeds back to the Yin soul. The Qi and blood are consumed very quickly, and the advantage is that the combat power is formed quickly. They are the typical example of exchanging life for combat power. People like this are called Yin warriors, but in fact they are also cultivators, which is a derogatory term used by the orthodox Buddhism and Taoism.

The leader of Tianjian Sect and the master of Denglou Sword, Murong Changge, is a cultivator in the Shenzang realm. He once slaughtered thousands of evil spirits with a long sword and made a great name for himself.

"Mr. Jin is right. I'll take my brothers to do it right away." Ma Liu said as he walked backwards out.

"Wait, go to the accounting office and get some money, give it to the brothers who are doing the work, and give some to the brothers who are delivering the message at the gate," Jin En called Ma Liu, "Liuzi, you have been with me for quite a while, remember, do your job well, if I eat a bite of meat, you will have a bite of soup, OK, go down."

"Yes, Liuzi, take your leave."

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At the Fulai Inn where Gu Chen was staying, Ma Liu led two younger brothers, one of whom was as skinny as a monkey, and the other was as pale as a ghost.

"Skinny Monkey, Old Ghost, what's going on? Is there any movement from the target?" Ma Liu asked.

"Sixth brother, Laogui and I have been watching for a whole day, and the target has not come out since he entered the inn." The skinny monkey replied quickly.
Ma Liu looked at the inn from afar. "You two should find a way to lure the people out and find out what's going on."

The old ghost said, "Sixth brother, what's the trick of this kid?"

Just as Ma Liu was about to answer, the skinny monkey shouted, “He’s out, he’s out, it’s that kid.”

Ma Liu looked up and saw a man walking out of the inn. He was dressed in a grey robe and looked handsome. He quickly ordered, "Follow the plan and be careful."

Gu Chen had just gone out and was about to take a good look around Jinzhou City when he saw a thin man walking towards him, supporting a sickly-looking person.

"The road is so wide, why did it come straight to me? I don't think I have offended anyone."

Gu Chen observed his steps and realized that he had bad intentions, so he decided to wait and see.

Sure enough, the two men staggered left and right and finally fell on Gu Chen.

Gu Chen made way, and the two men fell straight to the ground, and the sickly ghost even spit out blood.

"It's real blood, really dedicated." Gu Chen sighed silently.

When the skinny monkey saw Gu Chen stop, he hugged his legs and started to howl: "Young man, my two brothers have no grudges against you today or in the past. If you have anything to say that doesn't please you, how could you make my brother vomit blood?"

What a distortion of right and wrong! The skinny monkey's voice was shrill and high-pitched, as if he had suffered a great injustice. After this shout, the crowd began to gather.

(End of this chapter)