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

Luo Fan's consciousness was immersed in the long river of light formed by the fragments of Mo Chen's memories.

Images flashed by rapidly.

His gaze settled on the depths of a desolate, ancient secret realm riddled with spatial rifts.

In the scene, that familiar figure leans wearily against a boulder; it is his master.

Li Chishui!

The old man was dressed in rags, his breath was weak, and disappointment and resentment filled his aged face.

"Sigh...another wasted trip. Could the ancient texts be wrong? Is Fan'er's constitution truly incurable?"

Li Chishui muttered to himself, gave a bitter smile, "So be it, it's fate. It's time to go back."

He searched through all the sect's books and found the book titled "The Peach Blossom Spring" in the library.

It contains records of past events, revealing that there is a secret realm here.

This secret realm had been abandoned for a long time, and he had to go through a great deal of effort to find the entrance.

Just then—

A ray of light rising not far away caught Li Chishui's attention.

"That is...?"

Li Chishui hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward.

Luo Fan shouted anxiously in his mind, "Old man! Don't go over there, it's a trap!"

The images he saw came from Mo Chen's memories before his death; the people inside could neither hear nor see them.

Beneath that broken stone tablet, Li Chishui found a palm-sized, ancient furnace covered in rust.

"Hahaha! Heaven has finally rewarded me!"

Li Chishui couldn't hide his joy. "With this, Fan'er might be saved! Once he transforms into a dragon, I'll make that kid brew me a hundred jars of peach blossom wine!"

From the day he met Luo Fan, he never thought of his disciple as a good-for-nothing.

However, possessing a heaven-defying extraordinary vein, one needs a supreme treasure as a catalyst to unleash its potential and defy fate.

He saw in another ancient book that there was a rare treasure in the world, which was transformed from the origin of the Dao.

It can melt all things and is called the Great Dao Furnace. This treasure is very likely in the hands of the Old Man of Ten Thousand Poisons.

Having seen it with my own eyes, I found that the records in the classics were almost identical to it, and the style was extremely consistent.

Just as he leaned closer to observe, a wisp of thin black smoke flew out and disappeared into his brow!

Li Chishui screamed in agony, clutched his head, and collapsed to the ground, his face contorted in pain!

In his sea of ​​consciousness, the wisp of black smoke transformed into the ferocious phantom of Mo Chen.

"Hehehe! After ten thousand years of solitude, someone has finally stepped into the secret realm again, though they're a bit old!"

Mo Chen clicked his tongue as he looked at Li Chishui. "I just heard you have a disciple who seems quite good. Is he the person I'm looking for?"

"Who are you, and why are you targeting my disciple!"

Li Chishui's divine avatar confronted it, snorting, "Demons and monsters, get out of my body, or I'll make you vanish into thin air!"

"Heh heh, I am the Old Man of Ten Thousand Poisons, the Lord of the Soul-Slaying Hall, known to the world as the Celestial Venerable of Ten Thousand Poisons!"

Mo Chen's face was full of arrogance. He then sniffed the air and said, "I find your scent repulsive. Are you from Peach Blossom Temple, a disciple or grand-disciple of that old scoundrel Tao Mian?"

The Old Man of Ten Thousand Poisons?

Li Chishui was utterly shocked, his pupils contracting. "You fiend, you're still alive?!"

It's no wonder he was shocked; the Old Man of Ten Thousand Poisons had been dead for ten thousand years, a fact known to all cultivators in the Eastern Spirit Domain.

Moreover, he only has a wisp of soul left. How could he have survived until now without a physical body?

"If it weren't for Tao Mian sending his disciples to feign surrender and coordinate an attack from within and without, back then..."

The Xuan Tian Sect, Qing Yun Sect, and two other major sects joined forces to besiege the Soul Killing Hall.

"How could my physical body be shattered, my true spirit merely residing in the furnace of the Great Dao, clinging to life?"

Only by becoming a spirit of the artifact can he absorb its spirituality and remain immortal, at the cost of being bound for ten thousand years.

At most another month, the spiritual energy in the treasure will be exhausted, but his life is not meant to end!

Li Chishui is here!

As long as he can possess someone else's body, he can survive. He can take advantage of Li Chishui's identity to infiltrate Peach Blossom Temple.

If his disciple is the person he is looking for, and has taken over the young man's body, then he is the true master of the Great Dao Furnace!

This scheme was naturally seen by Luo Fan, who, through the flow of memories, saw fragments of that fierce battle.

The founder of the sect, Tao Mian, sacrificed himself, destroying Mo Chen's physical body. The ancestors of Qingyun and Xuantian sects were both seriously injured and died in this great battle.

The difference is that Peach Blossom Temple gradually declined, while the other two sects, although they suffered casualties, were fortunately not severely weakened.

It remains one of the three major sects to this day, while Peach Blossom Temple has become a thing of the past, replaced by the Zhengyang Sect.

Luo Fan had heard of this newly risen sect, which was said to be the strongest of the three sects.

Even after the fierce battle ten thousand years ago, the Hall of Soul Killing still exists in the world, and ordinary people find it difficult to find their traces, which shows how troublesome they are.

Having roughly understood the cause and effect, Luo Fan turned his attention back to the present.

"Those who follow different paths cannot work together; evil and heretical sects should be punished by everyone!"

Li Chishui chuckled, his eyes showing no fear. "For those hundred jars of peach blossom wine, I cannot let you live!"

He knew all too well that dealing with such a terrifying demon was impossible with his Foundation Establishment stage cultivation.

That's straightforward!

He ignited his divine soul essence, transforming into a dazzling golden light that rushed towards Mo Chen's black phantom!

Mo Chen was both shocked and furious. He hadn’t expected this old guy to try and kill him right away!

His fragmented soul was already weak, and he only wanted to finish the battle quickly. He never expected to encounter someone who didn't care about his life!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Golden light and black energy collided and annihilated each other in a frenzy!

Li Chishui was not good at fighting, but with his ruthless spirit of fighting to the death, he fought Mo Chen to a standstill!

He completely abandoned his defenses until his opponent was struck by a golden light, causing his figure to dim considerably.

"Old madman!"

Mo Chen was so angry that he cursed, "You're willing to give up your chance for reincarnation for the sake of a disciple!"

"A direct descendant is more important than life itself!"

Li Chishui laughed loudly, and his burning divine soul transformed into a giant hand that gripped his throat. "Even if I die, my disciple will still be there to see me off and burn paper money for me."

And you! This ancient ghost, you can only be a wandering, lonely spirit, never to be reincarnated!

"Madmen! They're all madmen!!"

In a desperate roar, Li Chishui gathered all his remaining soul power and clenched his fist tightly!

Bang!

Mo Chen's remnant soul instantly exploded!

outside world!

Li Chishui coughed up blood, his breath was extremely weak, but he still had a smile on his face.

He took out a small half-pot of peach blossom wine that he carried with him and gulped it down.

Ha...tui!

That brat is slacking off again. The wine he got isn't peach blossom wine at all; it's more like water droplet wine.

I don't know if I'll be able to drink it again in the future. I'm so glad I can have it. It would be a real shame if I couldn't.

Li Chishui stuffed a few pills into his mouth to keep his soul from dissipating.

"Life is so short, and such fine wine makes one want to linger."

He picked up the Great Dao Furnace, a smile playing on his lips. "I wonder if that kid will try to fool this old man with this watered-down wedding wine when he gets married and has kids?"

At sunset.

Li Chishui's figure receded further and further into the distance.

Inside the alchemy room, Luo Fan's fingernails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood.

The old man...

He finally understood why his mentor was on his deathbed when he returned.

Those injuries weren't sustained while exploring the secret realm.

It was to seize a sliver of opportunity for him, to sever a fragment of the soul of that eternal demon, that he burned away his last bit of life and willpower.

It was he who indirectly caused the death of his master, who treated him like his own son!

Letting that old devil die like that before was too good for him!

If he could do it all over again, he would make that old devil experience the thrill of dying nine hundred and ninety-nine times!

We must kill this old demon a thousand times, ten thousand times, and make him suffer the torment of having his soul and spirit refined!

"Old man, I can never repay what I owe you in this lifetime. From now on, I won't dilute your peach blossom wine with water."

Luo Fan will remember this grudge!

It was only after the old man risked his life to destroy the most threatening wisp of Mo Chen's soul that his Soul-Eating Pill was able to take effect!

When his cultivation is sufficient one day, he will surely raze the Soul Devouring Palace to the ground and comfort the old man's spirit in heaven.

Luo Fan lifted the floor tile in the corner and took out the original peach blossom wine hidden inside.

He arrived at Li Chishui's grave, and they sat facing each other, drinking as if one were an old man and the other a young boy.