Wild Dogs

A fortune of gold and silver that one could never spend in a lifetime.

Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

Of course, he wanted a fortune of gold and silver that he could never use up in his lifetime.

Although becoming an immortal is great, Yang Fan always felt that he wasn't cut out for it.

He always dreamed of buying a few acres of land, marrying a few wives, and then having a warm bed with his wife and children.

If it weren't for that old Taoist priest, he would definitely have agreed and then happily descended the mountain.

But things are different now. If Yang Fan wants to survive, he has no choice but to find a way to stay on the mountain.

"I still want to..."

Yang Fan stammered, but before he could finish speaking, the old man's expression turned somewhat unfriendly.

"So, you're saying you're unwilling?"

Seeing the old man glaring at him menacingly, Yang Fan quickly shook his head.

"I am willing to give the Ascension Token to this immortal, only asking that the immortal master have the mercy to let me stay."

As Yang Fan spoke, he knelt down with a thud, holding the Ascension Token in both hands.

He could see that these people were determined to get the Ascension Token, so he had no choice but to compromise obediently.

"Wouldn't it be better to take some money down the mountain? Why insist on staying on the mountain?"

The old man looked at Yang Fan with a cold expression in his eyes.

"With your hidden spiritual root, staying on the mountain won't bring you any chance of immortality. You'd be better off going down the mountain..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Fan pleaded repeatedly.

"This disciple does not aspire to become an immortal. I would be content if I could simply bask in the immortal aura of an immortal, even if it meant serving tea and water, chopping wood, or sweeping the floor."

"I only beg the immortals for mercy."

He glanced at the old man, then hurriedly took out several medicinal herbs from his pocket.

"Immortal, I have some mountain delicacies here that I would like to offer to you, I only ask that you have mercy on me."

As he spoke, Yang Fan raised the medicinal herbs in his hand high.

"Mountain delicacies? How laughable... This is a thousand-year-old medicinal herb!"

The old man initially dismissed it, but his expression changed drastically when he saw the thousand-year-old medicinal herb in Yang Fan's hand.

Although they are just ordinary medicinal herbs, herbs that are thousands of years old are truly precious.

Looking at the Ascension Token and then at the medicinal herbs, the old man, who had originally intended to send him down the mountain, couldn't bring himself to say it.

He really wanted these medicinal herbs.

In this way, he could no longer bring himself to tell Yang Fan to leave the mountain.

"Well, since you are so sincere in your pursuit of the Dao, I cannot very well discourage you from it..."

The old man stroked his beard as he spoke.

"You were able to find such good medicinal herbs, so it seems you know a bit about pharmacology."

"The Pill Hall is short of handymen, so you can go to the Pill Room."

"If this child is sincere, he may have a bright future."

Upon hearing this, the boy standing next to him immediately became anxious.

"Grandpa, he......."

Before he could finish speaking, the old man coughed.

"Alright, Mo Wen, take him to the Pill Hall to report for duty, and don't miss the appointed time."

As he spoke, the old man waved his hand, and from a distance, he took the Ascension Token and the medicinal herbs from Yang Fan's hand.

"yes!"

Mo Wen gave Wang Yu a deep look, then left with Yang Fan.

After Yang Fan and Mo Wen left, Wang Yu hurriedly went to the old man's side.

"Grandpa, didn't we agree that we'd let him go down the mountain and then kill him halfway down?"

"If he were to reveal the Ascension Token to those Core Formation elders, it would be troublesome."

"Grandson, don't be afraid!"

The old man twirled his beard.

"This kid is just a mortal; what kind of trouble can he possibly cause?"

"I've thought about it. Besides Mo Wen, Xu Longyue also knows about this child. If we drive him down the mountain and he dies mysteriously, wouldn't we be the prime suspects?"

"So, why not let him stay in the Pill Hall as a handyman for now? After a while, when no one remembers this kid anymore, we can kill him without anyone noticing."

As the old man spoke, a sinister smile flashed in his eyes.

Qingyun Temple recruits a lot of menial laborers every year.

As people came and went, no one paid any attention to these menial tasks.

This kid got into trouble as soon as he went up the mountain; there was no way to hide it from people.

Once this storm passes, dealing with him will be a piece of cake.

"Alright, you've obtained the Ascension Token. Take it to the elder."

"You are an outer disciple, and you also have an Ascension Token. The sect must at least grant you the status of a personal disciple."

.......

"Senior Brother Mo, where is this Pill Hall located?"

After following Mo Wen out of the main hall, Mo Wen kept his head down and didn't speak to him, which made Yang Fan a little worried.

Upon hearing this, Mo Wen suddenly stopped and stared intently at Yang Fan.

"Since you possess thousand-year-old medicinal herbs, why didn't you give them to me when you tested my spiritual roots?"

"I can easily take you directly to see the elder!"

As he spoke, Mo Wen stared at Yang Fan with a flushed face and neck, his eyes practically devouring him.

"I......"

Yang Fan mumbled.

He then realized that the person he had just seen was not an elder of Qingyun Temple.

Do you have any medicine on you?

Mo Wen stared intently at Yang Fan and immediately began searching him.

"Woof!"

Little Black poked its head out from Yang Fan's arms and barked.

"Pah, what bad luck!"

Mo Wen really wanted to slap Yang Fan to death.

But these were people arranged by his martial uncle, so he dared not make a move and could only continue to lead the way.

"Hmph, don't regret it when you get to the Pill Hall."

Mo Wen said through gritted teeth.

Yang Fan, who was following behind, listened to Mo Wen's words and kept thinking.

It turns out that Mo Wen deliberately brought him to his uncle's place to force Yang Fan to hand over the Ascension Token.

It seems that Mo Wen will also benefit from this once the matter is resolved.

Mo Wen was surprised to find that Yang Fan actually had medicinal herbs that were thousands of years old.

If Yang Fan had bribed him earlier, Mo Wen wouldn't have reported this matter to his own martial uncle.

Having figured this out, Yang Fan stared blankly at Mo Wen, who was walking ahead of him.

In the past, he always thought that immortals were high above others, but now he understands that there is no difference between so-called immortals and mortals.

Master Xu wanted to take away his medicinal herbs, and so did the immortal!

Yang Fan's image of an immortal was suddenly shattered.

Mo Wen turned around and glanced at Yang Fan, who quickly lowered his eyelids and obediently followed him.

The Dan Hall was not close to this place. Mo Wen led him for more than half an hour before they arrived at the foot of a small mountain.

Even before reaching the mountain, Yang Fan could already smell the fragrance of herbs.

It seems that the alchemy hall is on this mountain.

Yang Fan really wanted to ask about the situation at Mowen Qingyun Temple.

But Mo Wen kept a sour face, so Yang Fan could only obediently say "Mo Wen".

Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, Mo Wen did not proceed further; instead, he took out a yellow piece of paper.

The yellow paper was covered with strangely drawn, crooked symbols.

Mo Wen said two words to the yellow paper, then tossed it away, and the yellow paper flew up the mountain.

"Wait a minute, I've already used a talisman to transmit my voice, someone will come to pick you up and take you up the mountain in a little while."

Yang Fan's heart stirred; it seemed that Mo Wen couldn't just go up the mountain without permission.

Not long after, a young man dressed in a yellow robe flew down from the mountain on a sword.

"Are these the menial servants that Uncle-Master Wang assigned to our Pill Hall?"

"The last servant who came didn't even recognize the medicinal herbs, which caused the several masters to ruin the pills. He was killed by the master with a single palm strike, and I was punished as well."

"You guys didn't just bring in this piece of trash, did you?"

Seeing Yang Fan looking like a beggar, the young man's face turned extremely ugly.

"That's right, it was someone arranged by Martial Uncle Wang. If you're not satisfied, go find Martial Uncle Wang!"

"The person has arrived; you may take them away!"

After saying that, Mo Wen flew away on his sword.

"That bastard!"

The young man in the yellow robe cursed angrily, his gaze toward Yang Fan growing increasingly disgusted.

"They always give it to this useless piece of trash."

The young man in the yellow robe glared at Yang Fan.

"Do you know how to refine pills?"

Yang Fan shook his head.

"So what can you do? If you can't do anything, hurry down the mountain and you might survive. Otherwise, staying here means certain death."

"Immortal Qi, I recognize some medicinal herbs."

"Oh, you recognize medicinal herbs?"

After looking Yang Fan up and down, the young man in the yellow robe stroked his chin and took out a few medicinal herbs.

"Take a look and see if you recognize it. If you don't, get the hell out of here."

Yang Fan hurriedly looked at the medicinal herbs.

If you can't recognize the medicinal herbs, you'll be kicked off the mountain.

Fortunately, these medicinal herbs are all common herbs, and Yang Fan himself has collected them several times.

After explaining the names, properties, and pharmacological effects of the medicinal herbs, the young man in the yellow robe was visibly more satisfied.

"Hmm, so-so, you can stay in the Pill Hall for now."

However, after glancing at Yang Fan's dirty appearance, the young man in the yellow robe frowned and tossed Yang Fan a gray garment.

"These are the servants' uniforms from our Pill Hall. Change into them quickly."

"Also, go take a bath in that stream first. If you go up the mountain looking like this, your master will beat you to death."

Yang Fan nodded excitedly.

After all this trouble, I can finally stay at Qingyun Temple, even if it's just as a lowly servant. At least I'm staying on the mountain.

Yang Fan hurriedly went to take a bath in the stream by the mountain.

Fortunately, the stream here was quite warm and not cold at all. He then changed into the gray robe worn by servants before running to the young man in yellow.

Yang Fan nodded excitedly.

After all this trouble, I can finally stay at Qingyun Temple, even if it's just as a lowly servant. At least I'm staying on the mountain.

Yang Fan hurriedly took the storage bag to the stream by the mountain and took a bath.

Then he dripped blood onto the storage bag to signify its ownership, changed into the gray robe worn by a servant, and ran to the yellow-clad youth's side.

"Come on, follow me up the mountain!"

The young man in the yellow robe pulled Yang Fan onto the flying sword and carried him to the summit.

The mountain where Dantang was located was not high, and the two of them reached the top of the mountain after flying for a short while.

Yang Fan looked down and saw that the mountaintop was a flat plateau, with a tall hall at the very front of it.

A thin layer of smoke lingered around the main hall, indicating that this hall was the place for alchemy.

On either side of the main hall, there were several smaller rooms, which looked like places to store medicinal herbs.

Behind the main hall was a large medicinal herb field, where many people were currently busy working.

Looking around, Yang Fan could see many gray-robed servants busy inside.

"Immortal, are those people also menial workers in our Pill Hall?"

In an attempt to get closer to him, Yang Fan directly mentioned their alchemy hall.

"Look, those are also servants of the Pill Hall, but they are in charge of planting medicinal herbs."

The young man in the yellow robe pointed to the medicinal herb field as he spoke.

"By the way, don't call me 'Immortal' anymore. My surname is Chen, and my given name is Yu. You can call me Senior Brother Chen from now on."

"Yes, Senior Brother Chen!"

Looking at the medicinal herb field below, Yang Fan's eyes lit up.

What he wants to do most is farm, and he would love to have his own medicinal herb garden!

"Senior brother, can I farm too? My family used to grow crops."

These words amused Senior Brother Chen, who was standing nearby.

"These are all medicinal herbs planted here, they can't be the same as ordinary crops."

"Alright, I'll take you to see your lodgings first, and then the head of the menial labor team will arrange it for you."

With that, Senior Brother Chen waved his sleeve and led Yang Fan down the back mountain of the Pill Hall.