The Martial Saint Started from Scavenging

The abandoned alchemy room sounds like a name, but it's actually just a huge open depression, surrounded by mountains on three sides and facing the slope where the servants live on the other.

It would be more accurate to call it "Danzha Cemetery" than "house".

As soon as Ye Sheng approached, a pungent smell, a mixture of burnt herbs and molten metal, assaulted his senses. The odor was extremely overpowering, making him dizzy and nauseous.

In the center of the depression, there were mounds of black slag, like small mountains. These were the remnants of pills that the outer sect alchemists had failed to refine. After being melted at high temperatures, they were no longer recognizable as they were, black and sticky, and had clumped together.

Some of the dregs were still emitting wisps of white smoke, and occasionally one or two dark red sparks could be seen flickering, indicating that the internal heat had not dissipated and it was still scalding hot.

On the ground, sewage flowed everywhere, its colors varied, including red, orange, yellow, and green. This sewage was waste liquid discharged during the cleaning of the alchemy furnace, and most of it contained varying degrees of toxicity. Ordinary plants would wither and rot immediately if they came into contact with even a little bit of it.

The entire abandoned alchemy room was shrouded in a hazy cloud of dust. Dust floated in the air, and when inhaled, it caused a burning, stinging pain in the throat.

"Cough cough..." Ye Sheng covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, his brows furrowed.

This place was a hundred times worse than he had imagined. Forget about finding any treasures here; an ordinary person staying here for too long would likely be poisoned and have their lifespan shortened.

No wonder that fat Taoist priest described this place as a very "quiet" place; it's clearly a place rarely visited.

At this moment, Ye Sheng's eyes gleamed with barely suppressed excitement. Because, the instant he stepped into this area, his innate perception of the [Scavenging] skill was completely activated by the rich and complex "aura" here.

In Ye Sheng's eyes, this seemingly abandoned junkyard was like a treasure trove, only the hidden treasures had to be discovered by himself.

Most of those black dregs exuded a deathly gray aura, indicating that they had completely lost their value. But occasionally, deep within some of the dregs, a faint glow of a different color would emanate.

Some are pale gold representing minerals, some are emerald green representing the essence of plants, and some are even a deep blue representing a special energy, which Ye Sheng perceived through his scavenging talent.

Although these halos were extremely dim, their very existence proved that this place was by no means a garbage dump.

"Baoshan, this is what Baoshan should be like!"

Ye Sheng was overjoyed; even the pungent stench seemed less unbearable.

He didn't rush in immediately, but first carefully observed the area around the abandoned pill room.

He discovered that he wasn't alone in this huge depression. In the distance, three or four other disciples, also dressed in gray servant's clothes, were listlessly using specially made long-handled iron rakes to shovel the freshly dumped pill residue onto a nearby pile of slag.

They moved slowly, their faces covered with damp cloths, but their numb and lifeless expressions were still visible. Clearly, for them, this was just a chore they had no choice but to do.

Ye Sheng didn't greet them. He knew very well that in a place like this, having one less enemy was better than one more acquaintance. Keeping a low profile was the best rule for survival.

He then went around to the other side of the abandoned alchemy room and found the most secluded and oldest pile of alchemy residue. The pile of residue had completely cooled, and its surface had solidified into a hard black shell, like a huge black reef.

Ye Sheng picked up a discarded iron pick from the side and began to carefully pry open the outer shell.

"Crack..." The outer shell cracked, revealing the soft black powder inside.

Ye Sheng immediately squatted down, maximizing his [Scavenging] perception, and carefully searched through the pile of powder with his hands.

[Feedback: Useless elixir residue contains level 3 toxicity; long-term exposure will lead to stagnation of qi and blood.]

[Feedback: The charred roots and stems of the maidenhair fern have lost all their medicinal properties.]

[Feedback: Inferior quality copper ore slag, worthless.]

The messages on the panel kept popping up, almost all of them negative feedback. Ye Sheng wasn't discouraged. Because in his scavenging experience, the real treasures were often hidden deep inside.

He patiently flipped through the layers. The temperature of the cinnabar powder rose higher and higher, even becoming scalding to the touch, and the pungent smell in the air grew stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, his fingertips touched something hard and slightly warm.

[Feedback: Incompletely solidified remnants of the "Heart-Clearing Pill" were detected, containing a trace of spiritual energy. These can be used to stabilize the mind and dispel external evil.]

Qingxin Dan (a traditional Chinese medicine)?

Ye Sheng's heart skipped a beat!

He immediately used his hands to scrape away the surrounding residue and carefully removed the hard object.

It was a pale blue crystal, only the size of a fingernail, with an irregular shape, and looked like a piece of translucent glass.

The crystal surface still bore some burn marks, but when held in the hand, one could clearly feel a cool sensation slowly seeping into the body through the palm. This instantly cleared Ye Sheng's head, which had been somewhat groggy from inhaling too much dust.

nice one!

Ye Sheng immediately realized that this thing should be considered a useful pill for Ye Kai in his current state!

Ye Kai's body, weakened by the Dao Calamity, is easily eroded by external Yin energy. This remnant of the "Heart-Clearing Pill" can precisely stabilize his mind!

Although it was just a wreckage and the medicinal power was reduced to less than one-tenth, it was still useful to Ye Kai.

Ye Sheng was overjoyed. He carefully wrapped the crystal in a clean strip of cloth and hid it close to his body.

He wasn't greedy. After finding the crystal, he immediately stopped "scavenging" and turned away from the pile of ash.

Everything in excess is as bad as deficiency. This is, after all, the territory of the Qingyun Sword Sect. If a new handyman like him behaves too strangely, it will easily arouse suspicion.

Back in the dilapidated servant's hut, Ye Sheng immediately closed the doors and windows. Ye Kai was still fast asleep, his brows furrowed, and a faint black aura swirling beneath his skin.

Ye Sheng walked to the bedside, first took out the light blue crystal, and then took out several "Ice Heart Grass" from the package.

He placed the crystal and the ice heart grass together in a ceramic bowl, poured in water, and then used his internal energy to slowly heat the bottom of the bowl.

"Sizzle..."

As the temperature rose, the pale blue crystal began to slowly melt, turning into a wisp of pale blue smoke that dissolved into the water.

And those ice-heart grasses gradually withered, releasing all the cooling medicinal power they contained.

Soon, a bowl of clear, fragrant medicinal liquid appeared before Ye Sheng.

He picked up the bowl, carefully pried open Ye Kai's mouth with a spoon, and fed him the medicine little by little.

As the medicine entered his throat, Ye Kai's body trembled violently. Then, the twitching on his face miraculously stopped. The black energy swirling beneath his skin, as if encountering its nemesis, began to slowly dissipate. His tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed. His rapid breathing became steady and long.

It really worked!

Seeing the change in his younger brother, Ye Sheng finally relaxed his clenched fists.

He let out a long breath, and the tension that had been building up over the past few days finally eased at that moment.

Although he had not yet found the other two main ingredients for making "Soul-Soothing Powder", at least he had found a way to temporarily stabilize his brother's condition.

Once Ye Kai can stabilize, he will have more time to plan his next steps.

Ye Sheng sat by the bed for a long time until he was sure that Ye Kai's condition had completely stabilized before he stood up, walked to the door, and pushed it open.

It was already dusk outside the door.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the main peaks of the Qingyun Sword Sect, which floated in the sea of ​​clouds, into a magnificent gold.

Misty clouds swirl around the mountainside, and cranes soar freely among the clouds, their clear cries adding to the ethereal atmosphere.

Looking at the picturesque scenery before him, Ye Sheng felt a chill in his heart. He knew very well that beneath this seemingly peaceful and idyllic fairyland lay endless danger and murderous intent.

Whether it was Yun Zhonghe, who plotted against his younger brother, or the potential threats from the Blood Pact Merchant Guild, they were like ferocious beasts lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce at any moment and tear the two brothers to shreds.

"Strength... I still need to be stronger..." Ye Sheng clenched his fist, his eyes becoming incredibly determined.

The abandoned alchemy room was just his first step. Next, he wanted to utilize all the resources there to frantically improve himself.

Then, step by step, he climbed up from the lowest level of menial labor. Until he had the power to eliminate all threats with his own hands!