A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

The tenth floor of the Sword Stele Tower.

Luo Fan stepped onto the last step, activated his Eye of Truth, and saw through the essence of this level.

This is a small, independent space, yet it is full of life.

In the center stands an ancient stone tablet, which is the Medicine King Sword Tablet.

The monument is emerald green and has a strong medicinal fragrance; just standing there brings a sense of peace.

Luo Fan walked to the sword monument, sat down cross-legged, and the sword monument trembled slightly, enveloping him in emerald green light.

The next moment, he found himself in a boundless field of medicinal herbs.

In the medicinal herb field, the herbs swayed gently, filling the air with their fragrance.

"Master~"

"Master is here~"

Two tiny figures, each about the size of a palm and with transparent wings on their backs, flew out of the spirit herb and circled around him.

"Who are you?"

Luo Fan looked at the two little figures with suspicion, thinking to himself, "Could this be the inheritance?"

He carefully observed the two little figures and discovered that they were not like ordinary monks.

They possessed no cultivation level, yet exuded a natural wood-attribute aura.

The two little figures seemed to have been lonely for a long time, and they were very enthusiastic when they saw Luo Fan arrive.

"We are the Wood Spirits, born alongside spiritual herbs, and are also known as the Wood Spirits by you cultivators."

Luo Fan understood.

I didn't expect this inheritance to be so special.

He then asked, "How long have you been here? Why don't you leave?"

"Hmm...it's been a long time...a long time...I can't remember~"

After a child had a serious-looking thought process.

He added, "Our Wood Spirit clan is immortal because we absorb the fragrance of medicinal herbs."

But we are no different from ordinary humans, and even inferior to them.

It's too dangerous outside, it's better to stay here. Besides, so many medicinal herbs need our care.

"Can you take care of the elixir?"

Luo Fan was surprised and glanced at the spiritual herb field filled with spiritual energy.

They discovered that the growth of these herbs was far superior to that of those cultivated by the sect.

The spiritual herbs that Liu Linglong cultivated herself could not even match half the spiritual power of these herbs.

At this moment, an aged voice echoed in the space, "I am the founder of the Hundred Herbs and Medicine Peak."

"Leaving this monument is to pass on the art of medicine, and also to pass on a precious opportunity."

There is a field of medicinal herbs here.

It can be carried with you and contains seeds of countless medicinal herbs; it only needs spiritual energy to grow.

"There is also a book called 'The Classic of Herbs,' which records the methods for cultivating, harvesting, and refining countless medicinal herbs."

"I hope you will study this path carefully and not fail to understand it."

Countless pieces of information flowed into Luo Fan's sea of ​​consciousness, which was the content of the Hundred Herbs Classic.

From identifying medicinal herbs to cultivation techniques and combining medicinal properties, everything is covered.

"A portable medicine garden..."

With a thought, Luo Fan noticed a miniature medicinal field mark appearing between his brows.

In the medicinal herb field, two flower fairies were busy tending to the spiritual herbs, chattering away, creating quite a lively scene.

"With them around, I've saved myself a lot of trouble."

Luo Fan smiled slightly, exited the inheritance space, and felt quite emotional.

As expected of the founder of the Medicine Peak, he is indeed blessed with great fortune.

He didn't rush to comprehend it, but instead went up to the eleventh level after receiving the inheritance.

Unlike the vibrant life of the tenth floor, the eleventh floor is filled with a fiery atmosphere.

In the center stands a golden-red stone tablet, which is the Danzun Sword Tablet.

The surface of the stele has flowing patterns resembling cinnabar fire, making it seem as if it might burst into flames at any moment.

Luo Fan walked to the monument, sat down cross-legged, and a burst of golden-red light engulfed him.

This time, he appeared before a huge phantom image of a pill furnace.

The illusory image of the alchemy furnace was ten zhang tall, entirely made of red gold, and its body was engraved with ancient runes.

The fire in the furnace rose, radiating intense heat.

"I am Dan Chenzi, also known as the Patriarch of Danfeng."

"Leaving this stele is to pass on the Dao of alchemy, and also to pass on a precious opportunity."

"The Universe Qi Technique can integrate all the methods of alchemy and recreate the universe."

"Practicing this technique allows one to integrate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into one, making alchemy and smelting twice as effective with half the effort."

As the voice faded, a cultivation method appeared in Luo Fan's mind, which was exactly what he needed.

Although he had mastered many alchemical techniques, each of them had its own unique path.

This method can integrate those diverse paths into a unique one.

"Luo Fan, a junior disciple of Danfeng, thanks the Ancestral Master for his blessing. This disciple will certainly live up to this legacy."

Luo Fan bowed respectfully, did not linger, and stepped onto the twelfth floor.

What he felt here was an ancient, majestic, and domineering aura.

In the center stands a crimson stone tablet, the Burning Heart Sword Tablet.

The surface of the monument has flowing flame patterns, making it seem as if it could burst into flames at any moment.

Luo Fan walked to the monument, sat cross-legged, and a crimson light burst forth, engulfing him.

This time he appeared amidst a sea of ​​fire.

"I am Tao Mian, the founder of the Peach Blossom Temple."

"Leaving this monument is to pass on an opportunity and a responsibility."

"The Burning Heart Nirvana Technique can temporarily increase combat power tenfold without damaging one's foundation, but it comes at a price."

"This technique requires the use of the most yang spiritual fire and the most yin spiritual spring crystal as a guide in order to be cultivated."

"Forced repairs will inevitably backfire. Remember this, remember this."

As soon as he finished speaking, crimson light surged into his sea of ​​consciousness, and the methods of the Burning Heart Nirvana Technique appeared one by one.

This is a forbidden secret technique that can unleash potential in a short period of time.

You must not use your cultivation within three days of using it, otherwise you will be crippled or even die.

It should not be used lightly unless it is a matter of life and death.

Luo Fan possesses both the supreme Yang spiritual fire and the supreme Yin spiritual spring crystal.

The Nether Spring Cold Fire is the spiritual fire of heaven and earth, and the thousand-year-old cold jade marrow is the spiritual spring crystal.

This technique was practically tailor-made for him, and it could become his trump card in the future.

Having obtained all three layers of inheritance, Luo Fan continued to concentrate and meditate.

at the same time.

layer.

Those disciples who were not chosen are still studying the sword stele.

At first, everything was normal.

Gradually, some people started acting strangely.

"kill!"

One of the disciples suddenly opened his eyes, which were blood red.

He suddenly stood up, drew his longsword, and slashed at the disciple beside him.

"What are you doing?!"

The man was startled and quickly dodged.

The other person also opened their eyes, which were also bloodshot.

"Kill! Kill you all!"

He roared and lunged at the nearest companion.

"They've gone mad! They've all gone mad!"

Someone exclaimed and tried to stop it.

But more and more people opened their eyes, their eyes bloodshot, and they were delirious.

"The treasure is mine! It's all mine!"

"Go to hell! All of you, go to hell!"

They attacked and killed each other.

Sword energy crisscrossed, and blood splattered everywhere.

The space inside the tower instantly transformed into a battlefield of carnage.

"What's going on?! This is..."

One of the disciples, still conscious, was deathly pale. "They've all been corrupted by demonic energy!"

Yes, demonic energy.

The black energy that had seeped into their brows finally erupted.

The demonic energy corrupted their minds, driving them mad.

"Run! Run now!"

The conscious disciple wanted to escape.

But all his companions had fallen to demonic possession, leaving him with virtually no way to retreat and no choice but to draw his sword and meet the attack.

Inside the tower, sword energy crisscrossed, and the sounds of fighting and roaring mingled together.

"Stop! What are you doing?!"

Yan Wujiu flew down from the second floor and saw the bloody chaos on the first floor. His pupils contracted sharply.

The fellow disciples were fighting amongst themselves, and several had already fallen in pools of blood.

Yan Wujiu's face turned ashen, and he was about to rush in to stop them.

The voice of the tower spirit rang in his ears.

"They were all planted with inner demons, and now that the demonic thoughts have erupted, they have lost their minds."

"Inner Demons?!"

Yan Wujiu was greatly shocked.

Isn't that a demonic method?

And Ji Kun never showed himself from beginning to end. Could he really be a spy for the demonic path?

The troubles they encountered in this secret realm were all because of Ji Kun?

Despite his doubts, the current situation didn't allow him to think too much.

"We beg you, senior, to suppress them and restore their sanity!"

Yan Wujiu cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards the inside of the tower.

"This is also a test."

Inner demons arise from within, while external demons enter from the outside. Whether one can overcome inner demons depends on their own destiny.

I am the spirit of the tower.

They only oversee the inheritance, not the fighting.

"..."

Yan Wujiu was speechless.

That's it?

What use are you?

and many more!

If it could remind him, doesn't that mean it already knew this place had been tampered with?

That tower spirit is shady; if it knew, why didn't it inform them sooner?

In that brief moment of delay, several demonized disciples roared and pounced on him!

Yan Wujiu had no choice but to draw his sword and fight.

Compared to his senior brothers, his cultivation level wasn't top-tier.

But in the end, he is a core disciple of the sect leader's lineage. If he were truly an easy target, he wouldn't have made it this far.

With just one sword strike, Yan Wujiu repelled several people, but dared not kill them!

"Wake up, all of you!"

He defended himself while shouting fiercely.

But those disciples were like madmen, how could they listen to anything?

Even more extreme, some directly burn their life essence, causing their sword aura to surge!

Another disciple let out a beast-like roar, and his sword strike possessed the power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Yan Wujiu's expression changed slightly, and he quickly dodged to the side.

scoff!

The sword energy grazed past his clothes.

Yan Wujiu's heart sank, knowing he could no longer hold back, and his sword stance suddenly changed.

He truly is a core disciple!

The sword light from the sixth-level Foundation Establishment expert sent the three disciples flying.

But this stirred up a hornet's nest, and even more people roared and swarmed in to attack!