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

After leaving the Hundred Herbs Pavilion, a gust of wind made Luo Fan belatedly raise his hand to touch his lips.

The soft, warm touch seemed to still linger.

"hiss!"

He gasped, not from pain, but from shock. "What does this woman mean?"

As he walked out of the market, he couldn't help but ponder.

Given Su Qingyuan's aloof and proud nature, burdened with a deep-seated blood feud.

This sudden turn of events is definitely not just a simple case of a senior sister showing care for her junior brother.

Her last sentence, "Waiting for you to come and eat," was... well, quite intriguing.

"You want me to be careful of the Zhengyang Sect...?"

Luo Fan slowed his pace, his brows furrowing slightly.

That statement was definitely not just some empty platitude about standing out from the crowd.

He clearly saw the chill that flashed deep in Su Qingyuan's eyes when she said those words.

That was a deep-seated hatred, an uncontrollable killing intent.

"The Five Elements Pill Sect was wiped out, and True Person Qingxuan perished. One of her personal disciples went into hiding, opening a Hundred Herbs Pavilion in this market, and secretly accumulating power."

"She asked me to rebuild the Five Elements Alchemy Sect, but she herself did not show her face and only provided support behind the scenes."

"And she cares so much about the Zhengyang Sect."

Considering all the possibilities, a flash of inspiration struck Luo Fan, and he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Yes!

"Could it be... that traitor or enemy who destroyed the Five Elements Pill Sect is in the Zheng Yang Sect?"

Even high-ranking members of the Zhengyang Sect?

Once this thought arose, many clues seemed to connect instantly.

Su Qingyuan was so eager to cooperate with him that she didn't hesitate to use herself as bait, even resorting to the honey trap.

What is the purpose?

Is it simply because he received the inheritance of the Five Elements Alchemy Sect?

That's complete nonsense.

But what if Master Qingxuan had given her some instructions before he died?

If Luo Fan put himself in Qingxuan's shoes, and the sect was destroyed by a traitor, he would die.

What else is he most worried about besides his only direct disciple?

It is inheritance! It is revenge! It is hope!

What will he do?

The most important core inheritance is hidden in a secret realm outside the sect.

Waiting for a kindred spirit, capable, and good-natured outsider to receive it.

Then tell this to your most trusted disciple and ask her to find this destined person.

They offered their full assistance, thus forging a positive relationship.

They even bound them with affection, completely tying them to the Five Elements Alchemy Sect.

This destined person is the hope for the revival of the sect.

It is also a sharp sword that can strike the enemy most unexpectedly!

Su Qingyuan is the executor, the bridge connecting inheritance and revenge.

"Such a deep scheme, no, such a deep plot."

Luo Fan muttered to himself.

He felt a renewed sense of respect for the Qingxuan Zhenren, whom he had personally buried.

Although he was forced into this situation, he actually gained some benefits.

Both the Five Elements Creation Pill and the Five Elements Nirvana Pill are top-grade products of the Five Elements Pill Sect.

Furthermore, the legacy left by Qingxuan can be said to have been passed down without reservation.

What they did was simply betting on a possibility of the future.

Su Qingyuan's intimacy today.

Some of it was true, and some of it was out of respect for the Master's instructions.

The last few points were for that deep-seated blood feud.

"The kindness of a beautiful woman is the hardest to repay."

Luo Fan looked up at the sky, sighed, and then a smile appeared on his lips.

However, more than the favor of a beautiful woman, he didn't want to betray her kindness.

After all, she's been so proactive, and she's his type.

The person may seem cold, but they have a soft side.

He recalled the occasional flash of passion and determination in the depths of Su Qingyuan's cold eyes.

And that mesmerizing glimpse just now, how could a man refuse?

Luo Fan puffed out his chest, his face full of righteous indignation, "I'm doing all this so that Danfeng can have more branches and continue its lineage."

Old man, you died so easily, but I suffered so much!

"I have to revitalize Danfeng, avenge others, and deal with the favors of beautiful women... Sigh, it's tough!"

He shook his head and sighed, but the smugness in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Just as I was enjoying my own moment, I suddenly heard a suppressed argument coming from the alleyway ahead.

One of the voices sounded somewhat familiar.

"Manager Wang, please, please, can I borrow one more Soul Nourishing Pill on credit?"

My sister is about to collapse! I've finally found a really good medicine.

Look, this Crimson Blood Ginseng is definitely old enough!

It's Zhao Heihu!

Luo Fan's heart stirred, he composed himself and quietly approached the alley entrance.

In the alley behind the Hundred Herbs Pavilion, Zhao Heihu was pleading with Manager Wang, holding a decent-looking Crimson Blood Ginseng in his hands.

Manager Wang looked troubled and sighed, "Brother Zhao, it's not that I'm unwilling to help you, but the Soul Nourishing Pill is not easy to refine, and the materials are precious."

There are rules in the pavilion too. You haven't paid back the spirit stones you owed last time, so…”

"I will pay it back! I definitely will!"

Zhao Heihu's eyes turned red with anxiety. "Manager Wang, please have mercy and give me the medicine to save my sister! She's my only family member!"

I, Zhao Heihu, swear to heaven, I will repay you and Baicaoge even if I have to serve you like a cow or a horse!

He suddenly knelt down.

"Brother Zhao, what are you doing?"

A hand reached out from the side and steadily supported Zhao Heihu's arm.

Zhao Heihu turned around and saw that it was Luo Fan. He was stunned at first, then seemed to have grasped a lifeline.

"My benefactor! It's you!"

Luo Fan nodded to Manager Wang, then looked at Zhao Heihu.

"What happened to your sister? Tell me in detail."

As if he had found a pillar of support, Zhao Heihu hurriedly said, "My benefactor, my sister's soul is damaged and she needs a Soul Nourishing Pill to nourish her and prolong her life!"

But this time, with the medication being taken for so long, her breathing became weaker and weaker!

"Damaged soul?"

Luo Fan frowned. "How was it damaged?"

A surge of overwhelming hatred welled up on Zhao Heihu's face as he gritted his teeth and said, "It's those beasts from the Black Dragon Gang!"

"Their leader practices evil arts and specifically targets women whose birth charts are yin in nature."

My sister has the constitution of extreme Yin! She was kidnapped by them three years ago.

His voice choked with emotion, "I risked my life to sneak in, and when I found her, she was already a broken soul and on the verge of death."

I risked my life to bring her out, and all these years she's been kept alive by the Soul Nourishing Pills from Baicao Pavilion.

But I'm so useless! I can't earn enough spirit stones.

Luo Fan's eyes turned cold. "The Black Flood Dragon Gang is so rampant, abducting women to practice their skills, isn't anyone going to do anything about it?"

"Manage? Who dares to manage?"

Zhao Heihu gave a bitter smile. "Rumors are circulating that the Black Dragon Gang has the Zhengyang Sect backing them up!"

"They also have fields of spiritual herbs. It is said that those rare spiritual herbs are obtained through certain special channels."

Special channels?

With the support of the Zhengyang Sect?

Luo Fan sneered inwardly.

"Interesting. A small local gang has a field of medicinal herbs of unknown origin."

With the backing of the number one sect in the immortal realm, he cultivates a demonic art that captures the souls of women.

This Zhengyang Sect is truly a den of iniquity, two-faced and despicable.

"My benefactor, you mustn't speak such words carelessly!"

Zhao Heihu looked around nervously. "We little people are lucky to be alive. How dare we cause trouble?"

He looked at Luo Fan with some embarrassment, "Well, my benefactor, I have a favor to ask..."

"Take me to see your sister."

Luo Fan interrupted him.

Zhao Heihu was overjoyed. "My benefactor, with your help, you will surely save my sister!"

"Let's see how things go first."

Luo Fan didn't make his statement completely.

Zhao Heihu nodded repeatedly, not bothering to ask Manager Wang for help again, and led Luo Fan toward the dilapidated shantytown on the edge of the market.

Manager Wang watched the two figures leave, stroked his beard, his eyes deep, and did not stop them.

Luo Fan paused, glanced at Manager Wang who was returning, and frowned.

Then, he smiled and continued to follow Zhao Heihu.

yard.

Manager Wang bowed respectfully and said, "Miss, Young Master Luo has gone with Zhao Heihu."

"understood."

Su Qingyuan nodded. "Send someone to follow him and make sure he is safe."

"Yes."

……

Luo Fan followed Zhao Heihu through a maze of twists and turns until they arrived at a low, dilapidated mud house.

Pushing open the door, a strong smell of medicine mixed with a musty odor hit me.

The house was bare, with only a wooden bed on which a woman lay.

The woman was pale, her eyes were closed, and her breath was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

Even so, it could not conceal her beautiful appearance.

She bears a resemblance to Zhao Heihu in her features, but is more gentle and graceful.

"My benefactor, this is my sister, Zhao Yutang."

Zhao Heihu introduced his younger sister.

Luo Fan stepped forward, placed his fingers on Zhao Yutang's wrist pulse, and probed in with a gentle spiritual energy.

Sure enough, among the three souls and seven spirits, the Heavenly Soul and the Spiritual Wisdom Soul were severely damaged.

The remaining parts were extremely weak, and there was still a chilling and evil aura lingering deep within the soul.

These are typical symptoms of being absorbed and having one's soul refined by evil arts.

It was already a miracle that Zhao Heihu could survive for three years, sparing no expense to use the Soul Nourishing Pill to prolong his life.

"My benefactor, how is it? Can it be saved?"

Zhao Heihu's palms were sweaty with nervousness.

Luo Fan pondered for a moment, "With a damaged soul and evil energy invading the body, the Soul Nourishing Pill can only maintain the condition, not cure it."

Zhao Heihu's face turned pale.

Luo Fan changed the subject, "I can give it a try."

The Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Pill can replenish the soul and is effective for unstable or damaged souls.

With his current mastery of alchemy and the aid of the Nether Spring Cold Fire, the success rate of refining this pill is not low.

In addition, Zhao Yutang's injury cannot be delayed any longer.

"real?!"

Zhao Heihu knelt down with a thud, "My benefactor! If only you could save Yutang!"

My life, Zhao Heihu's life, belongs to you! I'll face any danger, no question!"