Mortal: Starting from replicating everything in Maple Valley

With the spirit stones in hand, the urgent matter of verifying the cost of replicating the Mirror of All Heavens is now underway.

He gazed at the Yellow Dragon Pill in his palm.

He communicated with the mirror in his mind, silently recited, "Imitate, copy!"

The mirror's two functions were activated one after the other.

Soon, a faint image of the elixir was left on the mirror.

The next moment, the phantom emitted a bright light.

The spirit stone in his hand disappeared visibly, like melting winter snow.

At the same time, a brand new pill was copied in the palm of the hand.

Until the elixir is fully manifested.

The melting of that spirit stone finally stopped.

"It took one-third of a spirit stone to replicate a Yellow Dragon Pill, and a complete Yellow Dragon Pill is worth about one spirit stone on the market."

Fang Mu drew a conclusion.

In other words, other alchemists need to spend money on medicinal materials, buy them, and then spend time to refine the pills.

Fang Mu, however, skipped this tedious step.

Directly copying it consumes one-third of the cost and yields a complete pill.

A third of a spirit stone—this cost is undoubtedly much more convenient than that of an alchemist.

Reselling it once yields three times the profit, which is simply outrageous.

Fang Mu was overjoyed.

Instead of directly cultivating, he was constantly copying.

In the end, all five spirit stones disappeared.

Instead, he had 15 more Yellow Dragon Pills on his body.

Adding to what I got from Han Li before, that makes 25.

He didn't buy a Yellow Dragon Pill directly from Han Li, for fear of attracting the other party's attention.

After all, everyone wants more of Huanglongdan, a valuable commodity. Buying only one pill is practically telling others that you have a problem.

Carrying 25 Huanglongdan pills.

He pushed open the door and went out.

He knocked directly on the door of a nearby stone house.

"What is it?"

The door opened, and a middle-aged cultivator asked.

"Senior brother, top-quality Yellow Dragon Pills are extremely rare. Would you like to buy one?"

I can guarantee that its origin is absolutely legitimate.

Fang Mu took out the pills and patted his chest to assure him.

"Let me take a look first."

The man suspiciously took a Yellow Dragon Pill and placed it in his palm.

The enticing aroma entered my nose, and my eyes immediately lit up.

"The aroma of the herbs is rich, and the quality is indeed excellent. Compared to what I used to take, it was like garbage. Give me a bottle!"

The man spoke impatiently.

"No problem."

Fang Mu's lips curled up in a smile that he couldn't suppress.

It didn't take much effort; he simply knocked on the doors of his two senior brothers and sold all the pills he had on him.

He now had 25 spirit stones on him.

His way of making money is infinitely more convenient than that of alchemists who painstakingly spend time and worry about success rates.

Even Han Li would shed tears if he saw this.

Back in the house.

When communicating with the Mirror of All Heavens in the mind, a phantom image of a Yellow Dragon Pill radiates a dazzling light.

After making the copies, he had 75 brand new pills in his hand.

This time, he didn't just push open the door and go out to sell his goods.

On the one hand, one must also cultivate oneself.

On the other hand, and most importantly, it is necessary to strictly control the number and amount of pills used.

Otherwise, it may attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.

Time flew by as he cultivated.

One month later.

The cave where the fire chamber is located.

"Sir, I need a superior-grade fire chamber. Spirit stones are not a problem."

A cultivator with a ruddy complexion and a violent aura approached Fang Mu and spoke politely.

"Everyone wants a superior fire chamber; your request is a bit difficult to fulfill."

Fang Mu looked troubled but didn't refuse outright, instead frowning as he spoke.

The red-faced cultivator frowned, then relaxed, and smiled as he handed over a spirit stone, saying:

"My cultivation has reached a bottleneck, and the superior-grade fire chamber is very important to me. Please make an exception for me."

Fang Mu glanced subtly at the spirit stone in his hand, then slapped his forehead in sudden realization:

"I remember now, you've come at the right time, there's a superior fire chamber that's currently vacant."

After saying that, he handed over a token, which represented the number of the underground fire chamber.

"Thank you for your understanding."

The red-faced cultivator thanked him and eagerly took the token inside.

It seems I really need to rush to break through to a higher realm.

Fang Mu happily put away the spirit stones, a blissful smile spreading across his face.

This rental of a fire room is a really lucrative job.

After completing his mission in January, he received 10 spirit stones just from these kickbacks.

Compared to those arduous jobs of tending to medicinal herbs and spirit beasts, where a month's hard work only yields one or two spirit stones, this is undoubtedly much more comfortable.

And most of the time when he has free time, he spends a lot of time cultivating.

At this moment, his body was surging with spiritual energy.

Compared to before, his cultivation has deepened considerably.

He took a solid and significant step toward the second level of Qi Refining.

If things continue like this, it won't take several years. Give him another two months, and I'm confident he can break through to a higher level.

However, he obtained this mission by bluffing with his non-existent background.

It can't last.

A series of footsteps approached from afar.

A familiar face appeared, standing silently before me, its expression so somber it seemed to drip water.

"So it's Senior Brother Wang Meng, please have a seat."

Fang Mu stepped down from his seat, his heart skipped a beat, but he maintained a calm expression and smiled.

"No need."

Wang Meng stared at Fang Mu with a chilling gaze, gritting his teeth and filled with the hatred of someone who had been tricked:

"You liar! I've investigated. Your powerful father died long ago, and your mother perished in the Blood Forbidden Trial years ago. You're now all alone, practically a rogue cultivator!"

Wang Meng was so angry he wanted to grind his teeth.

He rented the fire station position and then secretly assigned it to his own people.

You can receive a fixed share of spirit stones from the other party each month.

However, this month was wasted.

It was fed to the dog.

"I never said I had any connections or powerful backers, did I?"

Fang Mu muttered to himself as he emerged from the Earth Fire Chamber.

He knew he couldn't keep his false backing a secret for long.

I'm very satisfied with the profit of 10 spirit stones.

However, having offended Wang Meng, I'll have to avoid him from now on.

"Whatever, I'm just staying in Yellow Maple Valley. What can he do to me?"

Fang Mu didn't care at all.

With the sect's rules in place, there's no need to worry about the other party resorting to desperate measures.

Instead of returning to the house, he went to the Hundred Machines Hall to receive the mission for the next month.

The tasks I received for next month aren't so good.

It is to oversee a spirit animal park.

The daily task is to take care of the spirit beasts and report any problems promptly.

The reward is only a pitiful two spirit stones, but the job is easy, far from the noisy crowds, relatively quiet, and there is a lot of free time.

There is plenty of time that can be used for cultivation.

And so, Fang Mu's work returned to a period of self-disciplined semi-seclusion.

While cultivating and occasionally releasing a portion of the Yellow Dragon Pills to supplement the family income, he also took on the task of watching over spirit beasts.

His cultivation level was advancing by leaps and bounds at a speed that was unimaginable to others.

Two years later, he reached the 10th level of Qi Refining.