Godly Immortality: Start with the Butcher and add some Immortality!

Chapter 1029 Intelligence, tragic!
Wei Hong successfully became the alchemist of Lingxiao Chamber of Commerce!
The Jindan-stage manager said directly, "From today on, Fellow Daoist Qin, you will be responsible for refining the Blood Demon Pill. All the pills refined by our Lingxiao Chamber of Commerce are to be provided to the front-line troops. There can be no negligence or slackness."

"We must complete a certain amount of tasks every day. If we fail to do so for three consecutive days, we will be kicked out of the Chamber of Commerce."

"Also, regarding the salary, it is 3,000 medium-grade spirit stones per month. If you can exceed the tasks every month, there will be additional rewards."

"That's all for now. I will have someone take you downstairs to get an identity token and familiarize you with the alchemy room."

After saying this, the old man looked at Wei Hong indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Wei Hong immediately showed an extremely happy expression, and immediately bowed and said, "I understand. Thank you, Steward. I will never slack off, and I will never dare to fail your trust!"

"That's good!" The old man nodded with satisfaction and immediately called someone over.

The old man ordered the man to make arrangements for Wei Hong, let him familiarize himself with the environment, and receive tokens and other items, so that he could start work tomorrow.

Wei Hong naturally had no objection and followed immediately.

The next day, he officially started the task of refining pills.

In the alchemy room, the alchemy furnace exudes a scorching heat, and the smells of various medicinal materials are intertwined together, which makes people feel refreshed.

Wei Hong stood in front of the alchemy furnace, his eyes focused and determined.

He gently picked up a blood-red spiritual herb, which was one of the key ingredients for refining the Blood Demon Pill. Its texture was delicate and would be damaged if not handled with care.

He carefully placed the spiritual herbs into the alchemy furnace, then quickly formed seals with his hands, controlled the temperature in the furnace, and began to refine the herbs.

Under his control, the flame was sometimes fierce and sometimes gentle, and he soon extracted the spiritual herbs accurately.

As time went by, Wei Hong refined other medicinal materials one by one. Each of his steps seemed rigorous and skillful, and it was hard to tell that he had only been exposed to the Blood Demon Pill recipe for less than three days.

On the first day alone, before sunset, he successfully refined the required number of Blood Demon Pills, and each pill was round and full, with the surface sparkling with the luster of spiritual power and emitting a rich medicinal fragrance.

After handing over these pills, they were immediately recognized and affirmed by a deacon of the Chamber of Commerce.

Wei Hong did not feel any joy in his heart. Refining the Blood Demon Pill was no longer difficult for him. As long as he improved his proficiency in the future, he would be able to refine Blood Demon Pills of higher quality.

As the days passed, Wei Hong became more and more adept at his alchemy work.

He gradually figured out some tricks that allowed him to better blend the medicinal materials and improve the quality of the pills. In this way, he could not only complete the task on time every day, but also often exceed it.

The Chamber of Commerce was extremely satisfied with Wei Hong's performance, so he was completely integrated into the Lingxiao Chamber of Commerce in less than ten days, successfully obtained a legitimate identity, and completely infiltrated.

Half a month passed in a flash, and Wei Hong had completely integrated into the rhythm of life in Black Crow City.

Every morning, at 3:30 am, he would come to the alchemy room to start his day's work. After completing his tasks, he would not wait until the evening to leave the Lingxiao Chamber of Commerce, but would go to the famous "Juxianlou" restaurant in the city, which was also where he would appear every now and then.

The restaurant was bustling with activity, the tables and chairs were packed full, the sounds of diners chatting and laughing, and the clinking of wine glasses mixed together, making the sounds complex and noisy.

On this day, Wei Hong found a seat by the window, ordered a pot of spiritual tea, and listened quietly to the chatter of people around him.

This Juxian Tower is filled with cultivators of various identities every day. Most of them are independent cultivators. There are also some sect disciples, chamber of commerce priests and many people of unknown identities. In short, it is a very mixed crowd.

However, although this place is a mixed bag, it has an advantage that cannot be compared to other places, that is, there is a lot of news. No matter whether it is gossip or information from all over the world of immortal cultivation, you may hear it here.

But you need to distinguish the truth from the falsehood yourself. After all, it is very normal to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Wei Hong came here not only to gather intelligence information about some demonic sects and surrounding forces, but also to obtain information about the battle situation on the front line. Because he had already gone deep behind enemy lines, this was the only way to obtain intelligence on the front line.

At this time, the restaurant was bustling with people and all kinds of discussions could be heard.

Several demon cultivators in different costumes were sitting at the table next to Wei Hong. One of them was wearing a black suit with a short blade on his waist. He frowned and said, "This battle was too fierce. I have a brother who is on the front line. He received news a few days ago that his team encountered an elite team from the Daye Dynasty. After a fierce battle, most of them were killed or injured. He was lucky to survive despite being seriously injured."

After saying that, the demon cultivator picked up the wine glass, took a big gulp of the wine, his face full of regret.

A short and fat demon cultivator wearing a gorgeous brocade robe said, "That's right. I heard that an important stronghold here was attacked by cultivators from the Daye Dynasty. A Jindan-stage senior who was in charge of the stronghold fought desperately, but in the end he still couldn't hold it. Many people died in the battle. It is said that the higher-ups are furious and want to investigate what happened."

As the man spoke, he shook his head and sighed.

At this time, a white-haired old demon cultivator sitting at another table nearby slowly spoke: "In this war, we low-level cultivators are the ones who suffer the most. When two countries fight, the ground is littered with bones, and it is the low-level cultivators who charge into battle every time.

I also heard that because there were too many casualties among the low-level monks on the front line, they are now preparing to start forcibly recruiting new soldiers. Many young monks who have just entered the sect have not even learned all the basic spells. There are also many independent monks who are directly pulled to the front line to die. "

The old man's voice was very low, with a hint of helplessness and sadness.

After all, no matter what the war is like, it is an extraordinary disaster for these low-level monks, especially those low-level monks who act as cannon fodder, who are often dead without a chance of survival, and there are almost no ones who can really take this opportunity to soar into the sky.

Therefore, many demon cultivators in the restaurant were sighing helplessly.

At this time, a burly middle-aged man suddenly laughed coldly and said, "So what if we are sending ourselves to die? Can we resist? This is a war, not a joke. Let alone us low-level cultivators, it is said that the famous Demon Lord of the Tiansha Sect was seriously injured on the front line. Even a Yuanying stage True Person was in the same situation. It is not surprising that we low-level cultivators suffered countless casualties!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire restaurant fell silent.

No one expected that even an ancestor-level figure like the Nascent Soul Stage would be severely hit.

Doesn’t this mean that the severity of the battlefield is far beyond their imagination?
(End of this chapter)