Mortal: Starting from replicating everything in Maple Valley

Outside Fang Mu's cave, a group of law enforcement officers in imposing uniforms stood.

Each of them had a menacing look on their faces; their arrival was clearly ill-intentioned.

They're all formidable.

Fang Mu was being watched by them.

Though startled, I remained calm.

He knew the other party's tone was serious and their attitude tough; it was a psychological tactic used in law enforcement.

Gaining the psychological advantage is extremely beneficial for the subsequent interrogation.

Fang Mu sneered inwardly.

After he killed Wang Yueguang.

Actually, you got more than one storage bag.

There was also a bloodstained storage bag containing a considerable fortune, the wealth of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Fang Mu suspected that the storage bag belonged to Liu Yanfang.

This is why he was so certain that Liu Yanfang died at the hands of Wang Yueguang.

But afterwards, after thinking about it carefully, he didn't touch Liu Yanfang's storage bag.

This person is different from Wang Yueguang and the two fake pills, one male and one female.

The male and female assassins are from the Yuanwu Kingdom in the north and are professional killers.

Wang Yueguang belongs to the Wang family.

The Wang family was already at a disadvantage in terms of reason and logic when they ambushed the Foundation Establishment Manager of Huangfeng Valley.

Fang Mu taking theirs won't cause any problems.

However, Liu Yanfang was different.

This person was, after all, a member of Yellow Maple Valley, and at the late Foundation Establishment stage.

Even established forces like Yellow Maple Valley don't have many people at the late Foundation Establishment stage.

Each and every one of them is a pillar of strength.

Fang Mu left Liu Yanfang's storage bag where it was, who knows if there were any unique markings or anything like that inside.

If Huangfeng Valley were to investigate this person's death...

They followed the clues and found themselves on the same person.

That would be an enormous injustice.

"Fellow Daoists, I have only met Liu Yanfang a few times. Is it too hasty to say that I am related to her death?"

You should know that I was also secretly shocked for a long time when I learned of Senior Sister Liu's death.

She was a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, a powerful figure who could command the wind and rain.

To put it bluntly, in the early stages of the next foundation-building phase...

Even ten of me tied together wouldn't be a match for Senior Sister Liu.

With a fawning smile, Fang Mu took out a spirit stone and stuffed it into the arms of the law enforcement officer.

The head enforcer was a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

With thick eyebrows and a square face, he exuded a menacing aura, clearly indicating that many lives had been lost at his hands.

He glanced discreetly at the number of spirit stones.

Smile.

He knew, of course, that the other party could not be the murderer who killed Liu Yanfang.

The reason for asking that question was to give Fang Mu a warning.

Looking at the spirit stone in his arms, he thought to himself that it seemed this show of force was indeed the right thing to do.

"You must answer my questions carefully. If I notice even the slightest oversight or mistake, I guarantee you'll be in deep trouble!"

The burly man took out a bloodstained storage bag and waved it in front of Fang Mu.

Fang Mu recognized it as Liu Yanfang's storage bag.

Not long has passed since Liu Yanfang's death.

He just returned to the sect.

The other party then obtained the dead man's storage bag.

Clearly, the law enforcement team possessed special tracking methods, which enabled them to locate Liu Yanfang's storage bag across an immense distance.

Fang Mu couldn't help but feel a wave of fear.

Luckily, I had been more cautious in advance.

They didn't touch Liu Yanfang's storage bag.

This person, as a pillar of the sect, has a soul tablet within the sect.

It's obvious that the sect noticed her death as soon as she died.

Using some mysterious technique, through the weak connection between the soul tablet and the storage bag, it might not even be the storage bag.

It's a connection to a specific item inside a storage bag, allowing for precise location.

"Looking back now, it was the right thing to not touch her storage bag. Otherwise, the law enforcement team would have come knocking on my door and shot me dead!"

Fang Mu's back was covered in cold sweat.

The burly man who asked the question was unaware of the turmoil raging within him.

He asked himself:

Have you ever met Liu Yanfang?

"I've seen it!"

Fang Mu nodded.

After all, many members of the Wang family saw him and Liu Yanfang attending the banquet together.

If you simply say you didn't see it, it would only prove that you have something to hide.

Next, we faced the problem of the great man's meticulous care.

Fang Mu's answer was watertight.

He only said that he took Liu Yanfang to the Wang family's wedding banquet.

Then, the next day, he returned alone.

For some unknown reason, Liu Yanfang stayed at the Wang family's house.

They pushed all the difficult problems onto the Wang family.

Upon hearing this, the burly man nodded in agreement.

That makes perfect sense.

Fang Mu said that he would leave the next day to return to his sect.

Liu Yanfang was left alone, her whereabouts unknown.

The Wang family's version of events was that Wang Yueguang was trying to relieve his sister-in-law's worries.

Get rid of my brother's former lover to prevent them from rekindling their old flame.

She came up with a good excuse and said that she had news about the Yuanling Flower.

They lured Liu Yanfang outside and murdered her.

Wang Maolin was furious when he found out about it later.

In order to quell the anger of the sect leader, he killed his sister while filled with resentment.

A complete clue emerged in Da Han's mind.

The answer is clear and obvious.

Wang Yueguang was the murderer of Liu Yanfang.

However, this completely absolved Fang Mu, Wang Maolin, and his wife, who were involved in the incident, of any wrongdoing.

The burly man with thick eyebrows frowned.

I just felt that all of this was too much of a coincidence.

But there's no way around it; the evidence is insufficient.

Moreover, a Core Formation elder in the valley sent someone to deliver a message, giving him a warning.

The big man dared not investigate any further.

I just felt that things were really complicated here.

There was nothing suspicious about Fang Mu.

The big man was bothered by some trivial details.

Fang Mu answered calmly.

They watched the law enforcement team leave.

A sinister glint flashed in Fang Mu's eyes.

He knew that was the end of it.

Back in their cave, they continued refining pills.

This time, they tried to refine five batches in a row, and unsurprisingly, all of them failed.

There are all sorts of reasons for failure.

Some fail at the final step of condensing the liquid into pills, while others fail at the earlier step of extracting the essence of the medicinal herbs.

Fang Mu's life thus entered a period of endless failure.

Alchemy is by no means an easy task.

In the original story, Han Li also relied on accumulating a large amount of medicinal herbs to forcibly push his alchemy skills to a higher level.

Time passed quickly during his seclusion.

Six months later.

Inside the cave, the silence was terrifying; you could hear a pin drop.

The sound of the flames of freedom burning resounded through the air.

Fang Mu's eyes were bloodshot at this moment.

His hair was disheveled.

He stared intently at the silver incense burner in front of him.

Golden flames burned at the bottom of the furnace.

The bottom of the furnace was burning red-hot.

He took a deep breath.

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed a flower, pure white as snow and with seven leaves, into the furnace.

Yuanling Flower.

Under his meticulous divine sense, it was refined into a ball of snow-white liquid.

A small, fiery red grass, known as the Fire Grass, swept through the air and landed inside the furnace.

A thousand-year-old Astragalus membranaceus, with a pale yellow surface, irregular wrinkles, cylindrical shape, thicker at the top and thinner at the bottom, several feet long, and emitting a rich medicinal fragrance, fell into the furnace.

A yellow liquid was extracted.

Fang Mu kept throwing out medicinal herbs.

One by one, the auxiliary medicinal herbs fell into the furnace.

He concentrated intently, manipulating all the refined medicinal liquids to blend together.

With a buzzing sound, a brand new medicinal aroma wafted from the furnace.

Fang Mu's face lit up with joy. He had succeeded!