Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 874

A few children looked at the image that emerged from the Haotian stone book, but they could see it clearly.

They saw Mu Sheng missing three teeth, the way he spoke, and the way he was angry.

Why such a big skill, but also suffered such a big crime.

After suffering such a great crime, he was able to advance to the fifth-rank elixir master in the hardships and wanderings along the way, and he also practiced the amazing ability to reverse the alchemy formula. He has completely secured the position of master Qingli .

In fact, An Qingli still has a sixth-grade continuation bone elixir left, but considering the unlucky master's bad luck of drinking cold water, he has no choice but to keep it with her.

An Qingli put away the only remaining sixth-grade continuation bone pill, and was still very satisfied with her filial piety.

"Mu Sheng's luck..."

In the mustard space, Xiao Jintan also shook his head and sighed.

I thought it was the end of all hardships, and everything would be fine if I was locked in the Haotian Stone Book, but the gray luck still lingered.

Maybe one day the back of the head hits the ground and it can damage the brain.

An Qingli pondered: "We still have to solve the problem from the root. We need to buy the continuation bone pill, and we have to try our best to find the transshipment elixir."

What's more, we have already arrived at the city of elixir, even if there is no way to buy the transshipment pill for the time being, we still have to try our best to find out the news.

On the second day, An Qingli picked out a fairy book that she had picked up, and took it with her in her storage bag.

The birth date of the person in the fairy book is roughly the same as that of An Qingli, if the other party checks the bone age, they will not reveal the truth.

According to the rules of the elixir city, when the elixir has reached the sixth grade, and there are some specific elixirs, the identity of the purchaser needs to be registered when purchasing, so as to track the whereabouts of those special elixirs.

For example, some healing and analgesic elixirs can make monks addicted if they take too much. Therefore, the Immortal Pill City stipulates that each person who holds an immortal status can only buy two pills at a time, and within a year, repeated purchases are not allowed.

The bone continuation pill was already at the sixth rank, and because the immortals in the upper realms could not avoid fighting and killing, the demand was extremely high, which caused the supply to exceed the demand, so the price was extremely expensive.

An Qingli got up early in the morning and went to a small shop in the morning fog.

Shops such as Ding are uniformly hung with orange plaques, and are qualified to sell sixth-grade elixir.

Immortal Pill City has developed for hundreds of thousands of years, and many rules, large and small, have been quite perfect.

The sun hadn't risen yet, and An Qingli had already left very early, but there was a long queue at the door of the shop.

It's not an exaggeration at all, like receiving relief food, people queuing up to buy pills meandered from the door of the shop to the corner of the long street.

"what's going on?"

The little ones were amazed, they had never seen such a scene when they were in the lower realm.

Five or six hundred people lined up at the door of the elixir shop, is this reasonable?
Is it queuing up to buy medicine, or queuing up to buy a house?

But it was still early, and the shop hadn't opened yet, and there were already five or six hundred people queuing up.

An Qingli first went to the back of the line to stand still, and immediately there were two or three people standing behind An Qingli in a hurry.

The extra people immediately extended the line by another meter or two.

People who came to line up one after another meandered to another street, and the number of immortals in line was still increasing.

An Qingli stood in the team, not impatient, but saw the bright future of high-ranking elixir masters.

If the master's gray luck is lifted, and he comes here to make alchemy, even if he opens a small medicine shop, he will be rich and wealthy, and he will have no worries for the rest of his life.

"Why are there so many people queuing up again?" When there are too many people, there will inevitably be discussions.

Hearing the word "again", An Qingli asked the man for advice: "I don't know why there is such a long queue. It should be extremely difficult to refine the sixth-grade elixir. How can you refine so much in one day?"

The man shook his head and sighed, "Young lady, I'm afraid she just came here. We're not here to buy pills, but to get a number."

"Receipt number?" An Qingli's mouth twitched slightly. Receiving a number meant that he had to wait, and the time limit for waiting was still uncertain.

And she has to take tomorrow's flying boat to the next city.

"Yes, number one!" Someone sighed heavily, "This sixth-grade elixir is so pretty! It doesn't mean that if you want to buy it today, you can get it tomorrow."

An Qingli smiled helplessly, and asked again: "I don't know when I will be able to buy the sixth-grade elixir after receiving the number today."

"Hey, wait, wait." Another person, shaking two empty sleeve robes, said with a sad face, "The last person who received a number yesterday has already been queued to number [-]. It's our turn. That's more than one hundred thousand and six hundred."

More than one hundred thousand and six hundred?

An Qingli was also eye-opening, that is, there are more than [-] pills that need to be refined to be a sixth-grade pill.

Because of one number, only one sixth-grade elixir can be purchased.

An Qingli, who used to be asked for pills by others, finally experienced the difficulty of being a person who asks for pills.

An Qingli, who hadn't caught up with the level of alchemy, could only follow the people around her, sighed helplessly, and asked, "I don't know how fast this pharmacy is for alchemy. When will we people get the elixir?"

"Yeah, when can I get the elixir?" Someone was worried, "My young master who was maimed is still paralyzed in bed, waiting for Xu Gudan to marry a wife. When will I be able to get the elixir? A quasi-letter, so we can set the date of marriage."

"Then you are really in a bit of a hurry." Someone suppressed a smile and said, "This Chenji Dingpu has a total of twenty-three sixth-rank immortal alchemists sitting in the town, and the speed of making alchemy is already the best in the city. Yesterday I lined up for a day , I didn’t get the number, but I heard from the guy in the store that he should come back to pick it up after fifty years.”

"Fifty years later?!"

Everyone shouted, and An Qingli frowned, that is to say, Master will still be missing teeth for fifty years.

what!Mu Sheng is so pitiful!
The little ones couldn't bear it.

"Can't you hurry up, I've been paralyzed in bed for fifty years, so I won't get... sores!" The housekeeper who came from elsewhere was anxious.

"Is there any way? This is good enough! There are also sixth-rank immortal alchemists who will sell you the elixir with a clear price tag."

A golden fairy old man with a broken leg said: "You are a wild vegetable in the field when you are a sixth-rank elixir master. There are no fifth-rank elixir masters in our city, but there are many small sects, and they are aggressive. There are a lot of broken feet. If it weren’t for hearing that there is an elixir city here, our city would have to be renamed Broken Arm City.”

"Hey, I recognize you." Another golden fairy said, "You are not the suzerain of the Niu Sect, Wu Taichong!"

The golden immortal old man in ordinary attire blushed, cupped his hands and said, "I'm right here."

"Is the suzerain also coming to buy the pill himself?" Someone was surprised.

The old man blushed even more. Not long ago, his sect was annexed by other sects, and he was forced to become a casual cultivator. If he didn't come out to line up to buy the pill, who else could he count on.

"What's so surprising about the suzerain buying the medicine himself?" Another person gave a look to the front team, and used his spiritual sense to transmit the sound to the surrounding people, "Did you see the man with the pheasant feathers on his head? Not here to ask for the alchemy in person. Tsk, the sixth-rank immortal alchemist is our ancestor."

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(End of this chapter)