Doupo: I'm just an alchemist

Chapter 115 Half a Year
After refining the elixirs below the seventh grade, Nangong Wuxin entered into seclusion with a deep understanding.

As for what happened to Xiao Yan later, he didn't pay much attention.

Others can quickly improve their cultivation by absorbing strange fire. How can watching others improve be more important than one's own cultivation?

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In half a year, many famous and powerful people in the Black Horn Region have not appeared for a long time, which makes some people think of some things.

As early as half a year ago, there were rumors that the leaders of these forces had fallen, but people of that level were still too far away for most people in the Black Horn Region, and they did not dare to have any speculation about such existence.

After all, at that level, it is normal to practice in seclusion for three to five years.

But now, half a year has passed, and none of those Douhuang masters have appeared. The annual auction of the Eight Gates of Black Seal City has not been held, and some factions have even been deserted...

So many signs all prove the same fact: those powerful men who roamed the Black Horn Region had already fallen half a year ago!

However, after the shock, most people just regarded it as another big melon. No matter what, it was not the turn of these fighting masters to control one side.

However, as the leaders of many forces in the Black Horn Region were confirmed to have fallen, the territories and other interests they left behind became pieces of fat meat, which were frantically fought over by the other powerful people in the Black Horn Region.

The already chaotic Black Horn Region is now even more chaotic.

In such a chaotic situation, a new city was just built, which quickly attracted many neutral forces to settle in.

Even the forces led by Douhuang masters that had fought the most fiercely in recent times had moved into the new city without causing any trouble. They all seemed like good people.

The behavior of these major forces has really made many people curious. What kind of big shot is behind this new city that can make the Douhuang strongmen so obedient?

That new city is very close to Canaan College. Could it be the territory of some old monster in Canaan College?
As more and more people paid attention to it, the name of this new city was revealed.

Wuxin City.

After seeing the name of the city, people seemed to realize something and hurriedly inquired about how to settle down in the city.

"No, why are they all asking how to live in that city after hearing its name?"

"Do you remember the name of that city?"

"Wuxincheng, what's going on?"

"Hehe, then do you know that those two words specifically refer to that young master in this northwest continent?"

"Oh? You all seem to trust that Mr. Wuxin very much?"

"Of course. Who doesn't have family and friends around them? Who doesn't have a headache or a fever? Who hasn't drunk the tranquility water and enjoyed the kindness of Master Wuxin? Even in this Black Horn Region, Master Wuxin is still known as this!"

The old man in a dark robe looked at the man covered in blood and gave him a thumbs up. He had a deeper understanding of the character of the young man Nangong Wuxin.

With a wave of his hand, the old man released the man from his restraints, tore open the space, and left.

When the man saw this scene, he couldn't help feeling a little scared.

"Oh my god, I'm so lucky to have met such a great person... Mr. Wuxin, I admit that I'm not a good person, and my strength is average. I can't do anything for you. I hope what I just said can help you!"

Sometimes, a seemingly insignificant word or action of a small person can affect the course of certain major historical events.

A word can make things happen, a word can ruin things, a word can... Half a year has passed, and the construction of Wuxin City has been completely completed. The originally empty city is now 80% full, and even more people are scrambling to live here.

This is Master Wuxin's territory. Using force here would be a great disrespect to Master Wuxin.

Isn't someone as powerful as Dou Huang also sitting there quietly?

Who wouldn’t want to settle down in such a safe place?

A gust of wind blew over Wuxin City, and the lights in Wuxin Pavilion lit up.

Nangong Wuxin looked at the people who had been waiting for a long time, smiled and bowed, "Sorry, Wuxin has kept you waiting for so long."

"You are too polite, sir. Actually, we came early and couldn't wait to see Wuxin City."

"Yes, seeing today, your Wuxin City is truly prosperous. It won't be long before it becomes the most prosperous city in the northwest continent."

"..."

Listening to the compliments from these old monsters, Nangong Wuxin couldn't help but shake his head and smiled.

"Thank you for your kind words, seniors. Let's cut the small talk and get straight to the point."

"This Wuxin Pavilion is only open for one month each year. During this time, I will trade with you. Of course, sometimes it may only be open once every few years. I hope you understand. After all, I also need to practice and improve my alchemy skills."

"If there is anything offensive in this, please forgive me, seniors."

Nangong Wuxin didn't want to say any nonsense and directly stated his rules.

After seeing that the three Dou Zong masters had no objections, Nangong Wuxin went to a secret room with the strongest one among them to conduct a transaction.

Soon, the three of them said the elixirs they wanted to refine, all of which were intermediate seventh-grade elixirs.

After receiving Nangong Wuxin's affirmative response, the three handed over three sets of medicinal herbs and the pill formula. At this time next year, they would bring the gift that Nangong Wuxin agreed to in exchange for the pill they had been longing for.

Yes, with Nangong Wuxin, there is no possibility of failure.

The talent displayed by Nangong Wuxin also made the three of them believe in this talented young man.

If a twenty-year-old seventh-grade alchemist is not trustworthy, who else can they trust?
Nangong Wuxin was about to leave Wuxin Pavilion, and just as he walked out of the door, he suddenly saw an old man in a black robe with white hair and beard appear outside Wuxin Pavilion.

The old man's bottomless aura made Nangong Wuxin realize that this was a powerful being. Even the two guardians he had seen in the academy's library combined were far inferior to the one before him.

"Nangong Wuxin, nice to meet you, Senior."

"Such a powerful soul power! You are indeed the renowned Master Wuxin. The soul power of some seventh-grade high-level alchemists is not as strong as yours."

The old man seemed to have a very keen sense of soul power. He looked at Nangong Wuxin and narrowed his old eyes.

"Thank you for your compliment, Senior. I wonder what you are talking about?"

Nangong Wuxin had a smile on his face, but he was a little surprised. He hadn't expected to attract such a powerful person. He must have been careless!

But that didn't make sense. He was just a seventh-rank alchemist, albeit a little young...

　Hehe, you've been fooled~ There's another chapter to come, probably after 11 o'clock
　　
　
(End of this chapter)