Dongxuan Spiritual Realm

Chapter 22 The Old Man with Aconitum
After hearing about Ye Yunqiao's experience, Yang Qisheng sighed softly and said sincerely, "Brother, to be honest, all I have seen so far are the clones transformed by Master's magic sword. I have never even seen the original Master.

To be honest, I am also worried about what Master likes and dislikes, and whether he is satisfied with me. Senior Brother helped me a lot this time. Even if he didn't, we are still brothers in the same sect.

It's our duty to support each other. When I see Master, I'll definitely do my best to persuade him to change his mind, but I can't guarantee it will be effective."

Ye Yunqiao nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, gratitude gleaming in his eyes. "I understand, I understand. I'm already incredibly grateful for your willingness to help me. This is my last hope."

The two of them packed up briefly and left the Golden Light Cave.

Ye Yunqiao wanted to use his sword to take Yang Qisheng to Wutou Mountain, but Yang Qisheng wanted to ride a horse.

The Cloud-Taking Horse was a biological gift from his mother. It had been with him for several years and he had a deep affection for it and could not bear to give it up.

So, it became that Yang Qisheng rode a white horse and galloped along the road, while Ye Yunqiao flew over his head with the sharp sword, sometimes in front, sometimes behind, and sometimes he lowered the sword light, and the two brothers chatted for a while.

Even though they were riding a fine horse, they still did not reach Wutou Mountain until noon of the next day.

The mountain is over 300 miles in radius. Its name does not mean that the top of the mountain is black, but because the mountain is covered with aconite.

Aconitum is a general term for a class of plants, most of which are poisonous.

This mountain is rich in Aconitum, and after years of transplantation and cultivation by the Aconitum master, there are a full range of species, including Aconitum carmichaelii, Aconitum truncatum, Aconitum sutchuenensis, and Aconitum truncatum. The flowers are colorful, large and small, dotted all over the mountain, which is extremely beautiful.

Old Man Wutou is a friend of Mingyi Zhenren, a senior immortal from a side sect who is good at refining medicine.

The pills he refined were all unconventional and extremely toxic, so their effects were naturally overbearing. If used for the right disease, they could have unexpected miraculous effects. If used for the wrong disease, at best the meridians would be destroyed, and at worst the patient would die on the spot!
To show respect, Yang Qisheng dismounted as soon as he entered the mountain and followed Ye Yunqiao up the mountain on foot.

When we reached the end of the mountain road, there was a flat stone standing in front of us. Under the stone sat a thin and dark Taoist holding a whisk.

Seeing the two people coming, the Taoist immediately stood up to greet them.

Ye Yunqiao introduced them to both parties: "This is Uncle Wu's disciple, Senior Brother Nanxing."

Nanxing was here specifically to pick up Ye Yunqiao and take him up the mountain: "The road ahead is covered with clouds, and horses can't go up."

Ye Yunqiao looked embarrassed and whispered, "I'll stay here and help you look after the horse."

Without the permission of Master Mingyi, he could not go up with them and could only wait here.

Yang Qisheng stroked the horse's mane and warned earnestly, "Many of the flowers and plants in this mountain are poisonous. Don't eat them carelessly, or your life will be in danger! After I go see Master, I'll find a place to put you. For now, you stay with Senior Brother Ye. Be good and don't act like a spoiled child, or he'll punish you, and I won't be responsible."

Tayunqi snorted a few times in dissatisfaction. On this journey, he had witnessed Ye Yunqiao's prowess. Not only could he fly in the sky, but he could also cut through millstone-sized rocks with a wave of his hand...

He would never get angry with Ye Yunqiao!
The main peak of Wutou Mountain is called Guye Peak, a lonely steep mountain with cliffs on all sides and the Broken Heart Cliff to the north.

Nanxing waved his whisk and summoned a ball of white cloud about an acre in size: "Junior Brother Yang, please." Yang Qisheng stepped on it tentatively, only to find that the cloud under his feet was soft and resilient, and his body swayed slightly when he stepped on it.

He used his Qinggong to stand firm immediately. The clouds around him were like arms embracing him, holding him in. Even if he stood unsteadily, he would not fall, and the clouds could block the fierce mountain wind around him.

Nanxing ascended the clouds, waved his whisk again, and the cloud carried them swiftly toward the opposite peak. In a blink of an eye, they flew over dozens of miles and reached the summit of Lone Leaf Peak. After passing through a long and narrow tunnel, they arrived at the Heartbreak Cliff.

In front of the cliff, there was a Bagua copper furnace more than three meters high. He saw Mingyi Zhenren sitting on the high platform next to the furnace at a glance.

Actually, it was the first time that he actually met Mingyi Zhenren. He was exactly the same as the incarnation of that day. He looked to be in his forties, with black hair and long beard, wearing a bright red Taoist robe and a white gauze crane cloak, giving off an immortal look.

He hurried over and kowtowed: "Disciple Yang Qisheng, greetings to Master!"

"Yes." Master Mingyi nodded with satisfaction and asked him to stand up. He then pointed to an old man on another high platform and introduced him, "This is your Uncle Wutou, the landlord of this place."

The old man with black hair had gray hair, which was casually tied into a bun with an unknown dry vine. He was wearing a blue coarse cloth robe that was washed white. His face was full of wrinkles, and he looked to be in his eighties or nineties.

Yang Qisheng did not dare to be negligent and hurried forward to salute.

The old man looked at him kindly: "Your master mentioned you to me a few years ago, saying that he had found a good seedling in Sanjiang City. I advised him to take you up the mountain as soon as possible. After all, the hundred-year period of the Universal Grand Ceremony is approaching, and all the unorthodox sects in the world are ready to make a move.

If they had snatched you away first, not only would the pearl be thrown into obscurity, but the devil would have vanished. But he insisted on abiding by the rules of Taiyi Palace and insisted on keeping you in the human world for a few more years of observation. This time, that whore Wen Jingluan almost succeeded. Have you arranged the funeral affairs of your family members?

"Master, everything has been arranged."

"Please accept my loss." As he spoke, a yellow gourd flew out from the cave behind him. The old man with the black head reached out to catch it. "Since we're meeting for the first time, I want to give you a gift. This is the Black Dragon Seven Evil Pill I refined. It's extremely poisonous, but it will be very useful when you set up a furnace to refine evil spirits in the future. It will achieve twice the result with half the effort."

"Thank you for your concern, Uncle Master." Yang Qisheng didn't dare to accept the pill without permission. He turned and looked at Master Mingyi with a questioning look. Seeing his master nod in agreement, he took it with a solemn bow.

Afterwards, Mingyi Zhenren designated a high platform for Yang Qisheng to go up to: "The elixir your uncle refined this time is extraordinary. There will be a pill disaster coming, and we need someone to protect us. You should also do your part."

Yang Qisheng was a little flattered. He didn't expect that he could participate in such a big event as the earth immortals refining elixirs. He quickly jumped onto the platform and sat cross-legged.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the voice of Mingyi Zhenren echoed in his mind: "Fellow Daoist Wutou has an extreme temperament and follows unorthodox paths. Back then, he relied on various elixirs to rapidly advance his cultivation, and he also created many vicious spells, which made practitioners all over the world tremble in fear.

Unfortunately, the inner elixir he had formed was only of the fifth grade. While the Hundred Poisons Nascent Soul he ultimately refined was incredibly powerful, capable of instantly annihilating the life forms of an entire mountain, it was too overpowered by Yin energy and insufficient by Yang. Not only could he not achieve celestial immortality, but his lifespan was also limited to six generations. Now at the age of three hundred and sixty, his time was drawing to a close.

This time refining the elixir was his last hope of prolonging his life. If the elixir succeeded, he would live; if it failed, he would die! Driven by the influence of Qi, elixir tribulations and human tribulations followed one after another, and the entanglement of heavenly tribulations, human tribulations, and demonic tribulations erupted.

I've helped him through the previous tribulations, and only the final one is about to arrive. Since you've caught up, come share some of the burden and help him get through it safely."

(End of this chapter)