Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 810 Using a Sow to Refine Golden Elixir
In the quiet room of Nangong Wan on the back mountain of the Hidden Moon Sect, the fragrance of elixirs had not yet dissipated.

She was trying to calm her mind, which had been disturbed by Fang Yu's miraculous alchemy skills, and pondering whether the "sow's buttocks sealing theory" was a groundbreaking and insightful observation, or just this one-armed kid spouting nonsense again.

The door creaked open and was violently kicked open.

Nangong Wan looked up and a smell mixed with the smell of soil, livestock, and some other indescribable odor entered her nostrils before the newcomer arrived.

Fang Yu is back.

Not alone.

His only remaining right arm was dragging the hind leg of a plump, snorting old sow that looked to weigh no less than 300 pounds in an extremely fierce posture.

The sow kicked wildly, plowing several wet mud tracks into the smooth floor. Her bewildered little eyes were filled with terror, as if asking, "Who am I? Where am I? What is this one-armed devil going to do to me?"

"Tsk, that's quite a force!" Fang Yu cursed, sweat beading on his forehead, clearly having gone to great lengths to bring this creature from some unknown corner.

He dragged the sow like a dead dog to the crimson alchemy furnace, clapped his hands, grinned at the dumbfounded Nangong Wan, who seemed to have been petrified, revealing a set of white teeth: "Elder, can I borrow the furnace? The materials are all ready!"

Nangong Wan struggled to shift her gaze from the groaning, idyllic creature to Fang Yu's face, which screamed "I'm an honest man." She felt her temples throbbing, and the self-control she had cultivated over years of cultivation was being tested on the edge of a precipice.

"You—" Her voice was like ice shards squeezed out from between her teeth, "What...does this mean?" She pointed at the sow, her fingertips trembling slightly, afraid that she had misunderstood the meaning behind this magical realism scene.

"The lid!" Fang Yu answered matter-of-factly, as if stating a common-sense statement like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.

He even walked up to the sow and professionally patted her plump, thick rump, which was trembling slightly with anxiety, making a dull "slap slap" sound, which caused the sow to let out a terrified scream.

"Look at this curve, this thickness, this natural sebum sealing ring! It fits perfectly, locking in the fragrance and aroma, a hundred times better than your leaky stove lid!"

Nangong Wan felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of her head, and her vision went black.

She even began to wonder if she had gone wrong in her cultivation and fallen into some kind of extremely absurd illusion.

Use this thing to block the alchemy furnace?!

However, Fang Yu's initiative has always been at its peak.

He didn't give Nangong Wan any time to process this "common sense" before casually wiping his intact right hand across the storage bag at his waist.

Om-!
In an instant, the light in the quiet room seemed to be distorted by an invisible force.

An indescribable, rich and unique fragrance, a blend of vibrant life, biting cold, starlight, and the weight of the earth, burst forth like a tangible tide, instantly overwhelming all the previous scents.

It even smells like a sow.

The dazzling array of colors flowed, collided, and shone brightly in the not-so-spacious, quiet room.

The fist-sized, ancient ice crystal lotus, exuding a chilling aura, floated in the air. Each petal seemed to be sculpted from ice, and the cold air condensed into frost and mist that surrounded it.

Several leaves of the Star Soul Grass, resembling a collection of stardust, emanate a tranquil and mysterious glow.

Dragon Blood Ginseng, crimson as blood and faintly accompanied by the roar of a dragon.

The Nine Netherworld Resurrection Grass is as black as ink, yet exudes a rich vitality.

There was also that orange-yellow earth marrow essence, wriggling like a living creature and radiating a rich earth elemental aura. These rare treasures, which could only be glimpsed in legendary texts and were enough to make even a Core Formation stage expert fight tooth and nail, were piled up by Fang Yu in the center of the quiet room like cabbages, the spiritual energy so dense it was almost liquefied!
Nangong Wan's pupils shrank to pinpoints in that instant!
She was as if struck by an invisible thunderbolt, instantly switching from the shock of the sow to a higher level of stunned state called cognitive collapse.

Those things, that Ice Crystal Lotus!
A legendary treasure that can only be nurtured deep in the far northern ice field?
The Star Soul Grass, as recorded in ancient texts, has long since disappeared!

There's also Dragon Blood Ginseng, Nine Netherworld Resurrection Grass, and what's that?
Earth Vein Essence?

Any one of these items would be enough to be one of the core treasures of the Hidden Moon Sect!

It could even trigger a major war between different factions!
And now, they're piled up like worthless clods of dirt next to a grunting old sow.
Nangong Wan felt her breath catch in her throat, her mind went blank, and all her thoughts were crushed by this "golden mountain" radiating terrifying spiritual pressure.

She instinctively took a step back, pointing at the pile of gleaming materials, her voice dry and hoarse, trembling with disbelief: "Where...where did you get all this?!"

Fang Yu was busy stacking several pieces of heavy, metallic-looking sinking star iron mother ore next to the alchemy furnace. Hearing this, he didn't even look up, speaking as casually as if he were talking about potatoes bought at the market: "Oh, you mean these? The Crimson Forbidden Land! I got lucky and picked up some junk."

"Picked it up?!" Nangong Wan's voice suddenly rose, almost cracking.

The Crimson Forbidden Land is notoriously barren and dangerous, opening only once every five years. If anyone manages to find even a few hundred-year-old spiritual herbs inside, they're considered extremely lucky!
Scavenging for scraps can produce this much of a spectacle? This is even more outrageous than a sow being able to concoct elixirs!

Fang Yu finally straightened up, brushed the mineral dust off his clothes, and met Nangong Wan's shocked gaze—as if she thought he was a three-year-old—with a profound, all-knowing smile on his face, which was covered in dirt and grime. The smile carried a knowing sneer.

"Elder, you know the Crimson Forbidden Land, right? It's an evil place, there's always some... well, legacy from the past, or... ley line mutations or something, right? I've always been lucky since I was a kid, I've always stumbled upon some 'rubbish' that others can't see."

He deliberately emphasized the dilapidated state, the legacy of his predecessors, and the changes in the earth's veins, and with that meaningful look in his eyes, Nangong Wan suddenly realized what he meant!

Yes!

The Crimson Forbidden Land was an ancient battlefield, and it's entirely possible that unknown caves or eruptions of earth's essence are hidden deep within its secrets!
Although this kid acts madly and uses bizarre methods, his luck seems to be incredibly defying the heavens!

Surviving by cutting off his arm and still managing to bring back black beans, and now he's "picked up" this whole bunch. What else can explain this besides incredible luck?

This is so magical!

Once the thought crossed her mind, Nangong Wan's gaze towards the pile of materials, though still filled with shock, finally shifted from pure disbelief to a complex acceptance tinged with a sense of the world's incredible wonder.

"Elder, don't just stand there, lend a hand!" Fang Yu's voice interrupted her thoughts.

He pointed to the sow still struggling in vain, "Help me get this 'natural sealing lid' onto the stove! Time is precious, it's time to turn on the stove!"

Nangong Wan's gaze fell back on the fat, whimpering creature that exuded a strong body odor. Her nerves, which had just been somewhat numb from the shock of the rare and precious treasures, were once again pierced by this absurd command.

"Are you serious?" Her voice held a final, desperate struggle. "Use it to plug the furnace opening?!"

"Of course I'm serious!" Fang Yu said firmly, his expression as serious as if he were taking a crucial step in a lunar landing project. "The way of alchemy requires the right timing, location, and people! This 'pig and lid' is the key link! Other lids? They're flashy but impractical! What we need is this natural, earthy feel and... uh, biological sealing! Trust me, it's the choice of a professional alchemist!"

Looking at Fang Yu's confident expression, as if this was a closely guarded secret, and recalling his previous miraculous furnace control technique, Nangong Wan, the Core Formation Elder of the Hidden Moon Sect, a fairy known for her aloofness and rationality, finally made an unprecedented decision that she later regretted, wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself in.

She took a deep breath, as if heading to the execution ground, with a tragic and resolute determination to give up on herself, and reached out her slender hand to grab one of the sow's front legs.

"One, two, three, go!"

(End of this chapter)