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Chapter 108 Spirit Pill
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Inside the carriage, the two looked at each other and remained silent.

After a long while, Li Shimin spoke again: "I have decided to go to Luoyang!"

Hearing this, Wu Wen wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

Li Shimin also noticed his emotional changes, and then asked with a smile: "I lost the bet with you. Tell me, what promise do you want from me?"

"No more!" Wu Wen shook his head slightly.

At this time, the carriage stopped.

Wu Wen looked out through the window and saw the entrance of his mansion.

"Your Highness, I'll take my leave." Wu Wen stood up, left the carriage, and walked towards the mansion.

Li Shimin watched him enter the palace through the window in the carriage, and then he slowly left in the carriage.

The next day.

Wu Wen went to the Shaofu Supervisor.

Find the craftsman who made the waist bell for him.

This is an old craftsman who is nearly fifty years old but still strong and healthy.

"Greetings to Mr. Wu County!" The old craftsman looked very frightened when he saw Wu Wen.

"What should I call you?" Wu Wen asked.

“I dare not. Just call me Han Sanqian, sir.” The old craftsman replied.

"I came here today just to ask you how you made this waist bell?" Wu Wen took off the waist bell from his waist and showed it to Han Sanqian.

"Is there anything you are not satisfied with, Sir? I can make a new one for you immediately." Han Sanqian said nervously.

"No, there is nothing wrong with this waist bell. I just want to ask you how you made this thing? I found that its material is very special. Can you tell me in detail?" Wu Wen asked.

Hearing this, Han Sanqian finally felt relieved. He explained carefully, "The junior supervisor told me that day that County Master Wu needed to make a bell to wear around his waist, so I started working on it right away."

"In order not to keep you waiting for too long, I did not forge iron again. Instead, I used the remnants of the sacrificial vessels made in the Mingtang to make this small waist bell."

"You mean, the material of this waist bell was made from the leftover scraps of sacrificial utensils used in Mingtang sacrifices?" Wu Wen asked.

Mingtang is the royal temple.

"Yeah!" Han Sanqian nodded.

"Then do you know how the material of this sacrificial vessel is forged?" Wu Wen continued to ask.

"County Wu, I don't know about that. It's a secret of the imperial court. Every time the materials are refined, they are sent to us to be made into sacrificial vessels. So even the young eunuch doesn't know the answer to this question." Han Sanqian answered truthfully.

"So that's how it is!" Wu Wen put away the waist bell, then turned and left.

Royal sacrifices are a symbol of imperial power, and all issues related to them are kept secret. Unless someone is a special person, no one else has any way of knowing.

But it just so happened that Wu Wen had such a connection, and that was his uncle Yuan Tiangang.

He is the Huojing Order, in charge of royal sacrificial matters.

In the library hall, Wu Wen found Yuan Tiangang who was browsing books there.

"Uncle Yuan!" Wu Wen called softly.

"Wu Wen, is there anything wrong?" Yuan Tiangang looked up and asked.

"Uncle Master, I have some secret matters to ask you." Wu Wen said.

Hearing this, Yuan Tiangang stopped flipping through the book and took Wu Wen to a remote corner.

"Go ahead and ask, what is it?" Yuan Tiangang asked.

"Uncle Master, do you know what materials the sacrificial vessels used in royal sacrifices are made of?" Wu Wen asked.

"That's it?"

Yuan Tiangang thought Wu Wen would ask some secret questions, and then smiled and answered: "Taishigong said: Yu collected the gold of the nine herdsmen and cast nine tripods. They all worshipped the gods and ghosts.

The material used for this sacrificial vessel is auspicious gold refined from the Nine Herdsmen’s Gold.”

Nine Cauldrons, aren’t they made of bronze?

Wu Wen continued to ask, "Uncle Yuan, do you know how to refine this Ji Jin?" Hearing this, Yuan Tiangang suddenly stared at Wu Wen, recalling that he had just read the Waidan technique yesterday and asked about Ji Jin today. An idea suddenly emerged in his mind, and he asked in surprise: "Are you going to practice Waidan Dao?"

"Yeah!" Wu Wen nodded slightly.

Seeing that he admitted it, Yuan Tiangang immediately asked excitedly: "You can practice Waidan Dao? How did you do it?"

In response to his inquiry, Wu Wen replied in confusion: "Isn't it all recorded in the book?"

Hearing this, Yuan Tiangang was stunned.

As the saying goes: A single word of truth is worth ten thousand books of falsehood!

Can we practice everything that is recorded in the book? In this library, there are countless methods of cultivation recorded in the Taoist Canon, but which one can be truly practiced?
"Tell me quickly, how do you practice?" Yuan Tiangang asked impatiently.

"I also accidentally interrupted the practice here."

As he spoke, Wu Wen took out the waist bell and explained it to Yuan Tiangang.

After listening, Yuan Tiangang sighed and said with emotion: "You are indeed a natural cultivator, with unique talents and luck.

However, with your practice method, I am afraid that no one else can learn it except you."

"Uncle Master, how do we refine this auspicious gold?" Wu Wen asked again.

Yuan Tiangang shook his head and said, “I can’t tell you the technique of refining Jijin, as it involves imperial sacrifices.

However, I can give you some gold so that you can make some tools.

However, I have something even better that can be used for Waidan Dao practice, do you want it?"

Yuan Tiangang's tone of speech changed one after another.

"What is that?" Wu Wen asked puzzledly.

"You come with me!"

Yuan Tiangang took Wu Wen away from the library.

We walked along the way and came to the Sitiantai, which was an official office for observing astronomical phenomena, calculating solar terms, and formulating the calendar.

Yuan Tiangang continued to lead Wu Wen into the Sitiantai and came to a dim room.

The place was empty everywhere, except for a huge Bagua alchemy cauldron in the center.

Yuan Tiangang said: "Over the years, I have been refining elixirs for your majesty and searching for spiritual medicines and treasures everywhere.

In the process, I accidentally found a cave with a cenotaph inside.

By sorting out the things inside, I found that this was left by a Taoist who practiced external alchemy during the Jin Dynasty.

And among his belongings, I also found a spiritual pill."

"Originally, I was planning to use this spiritual pill as a material for refining an elixir of immortality, but today I see that you are actually able to practice external alchemy, so I will give this spiritual pill to you."

After finishing his story, Yuan Tiangang pushed the alchemy cauldron open, and saw in the center of it, there was a jade box as a tray, with a palm-sized black metal ball placed in the middle.

Wu Wen took a closer look and thought it was just an ordinary black metal ball.

"Do you feel that there is nothing special about it?" Yuan Tiangang asked with a smile.

"Yeah!" Wu Wen nodded.

"Pick it up and try it!" Yuan Tiangang said.

Wu Wen reached out and picked it up. The moment he picked it up, he suddenly found that the black metal ball was unusually light, just like a piece of rotten dry wood.

"Does it feel magical?" Yuan Tiangang asked with a smile.

"Although this spirit pill is light, it is very tough. I wonder what it is made of."

"You can take it back and use it for cultivation!" Yuan Tiangang said.

"Thank you, Uncle Yuan!" Wu Wen thanked.

Then, he asked curiously, "Master Yuan, is there really an elixir of immortality in this world?"

Hearing this, Yuan Tiangang nodded seriously: "Yes!"

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(End of this chapter)