The Eternal Saint of Alchemy

Xiao Fan neither dodged nor avoided.

He took out a small copper tube, uncorked it, poured out a drop of pale blue liquid, walked up to him, flicked his finger, and a drop of blue liquid fell into the test tube.

A drop of pale green liquid fell onto the pill, and the pill immediately burst into a dazzling red light, as if the intricate patterns on the pill had come to life.

The audience erupted in uproar.

The three of them stood up at the same time. The old man in the middle stepped forward and stared at the pill.

It wasn't until several breaths later that the energy slowly dissipated, and a rich fire-attribute spiritual energy emanated from the pill.

"This pill is not the Fire Essence Pill."

Xiao Fan put the copper pot away, his voice not loud but clearly audible: "This is the Yin-Yang Harmony Pill. Harmonizing Yin and Yang will not only not increase your cultivation level after taking it, but will also plant dual-attribute spiritual roots in your meridians. In the future, you will achieve twice the result with half the effort when cultivating any fire-attribute techniques."

The room fell silent. After a moment, a middle-aged man in brocade robes stood up, pointed at Xiao Fan, and said with an unfriendly expression, "Who are you? If this is not a Fire Essence Pill, then it is definitely a genuine pill."

"A sixth-grade Fire Essence Pill—the three elders themselves said so. How could a mere brat like you possibly afford to offend it?"

Others also expressed their agreement.

On the stage, the three appraisers' faces all turned ugly. One of them sneered, "Young brother, the medicinal liquid you just used can stimulate the residual spiritual power on the pill. Do you have any evidence to prove that this is the Yin-Yang Harmony Pill?"

In my more than forty years in business, I've never heard of any elixir that can remain intact for a hundred years.

Xiao Fan turned his head to look at the appraiser and said calmly, "Senior, have you noticed how many intersections there are on these pills?"

Normally, a Fire Essence Pill has only seven intersections, but this pill has twelve. The pill's markings aren't circular, but rather a perfect circle formed by the union of Yin and Yang.

The appraiser was taken aback. He looked at the pill in his hand, his lips trembling for a while before he put it down, his expression uncertain.

He didn't refute, but just sat there silently. The other two appraisers also looked surprised and exchanged bewildered glances.

Seeing that the auctioneer didn't react, the middle-aged man became even more furious. He slammed his fist on the table and roared, "So what if you guessed right? This belongs to my Eight Directions Fire Hall. What right do you, a nobody, have to interfere?"

Xiao Fan slowly turned around, raised his left hand, and a ball of golden-red Creation Flame rose from his palm, transforming into a phantom exactly like the pill on the table, which slowly rotated.

"Because this pill was obtained by me in the secluded cultivation place of the Supreme Pill Saint."

I have the mark of a Grandmaster of Alchemy here. You can see it for yourselves if you don't believe me. The mark left by the Grandmaster of Alchemy is different from that of ordinary alchemists; there is a hook at the end of the arc. You seniors can see it for yourselves.

The old appraiser took the pill with trembling hands, examined it carefully, and then nodded with a pale face.

"The traces left by the Grandmaster of Alchemy are indeed well-deserved. I was blind to his abilities."

The third floor was completely silent.

The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but when he saw the crimson flame in Xiao Fan's hand, he couldn't say anything and could only sit down awkwardly.

Xiao Fan extinguished the fire, took out a jade slip, and, under everyone's watchful eyes, opened it and placed it in an envelope. This series of actions was swift and efficient, and no one dared to stop him.

"I'll take this pill." After putting away the jade slip, his eyes flashed as he looked at a figure not far away. He immediately got up and walked towards the exit on the third floor.

Xiao Fan walked through the crowd, around the screen, and headed outside.

Pushing open the door, there was a staircase leading underground. There was no one in sight, only a thin layer of purplish-black dust remaining on the stair railing.

He reached out and picked up a handful of powder, examined it carefully, a smile playing on his lips, and slowly walked down the stairs.

They've already caught up with us, where can we run to?

There is a small door on the first floor, leading to a narrow, dark alley.

Xiao Fan pushed open the door and stepped out. The dark alley was deserted, with only a cloud of dust, clearly because he had run too fast.

Following the footprints, he found someone lying on the ground at the end of the dark alley, panting heavily.

The man was wearing a gray short-sleeved shirt, and the hood of his shirt had fallen halfway down, revealing the face of a middle-aged man. He was covered in sweat, panting heavily, and looked travel-worn.

Upon hearing the sound, he abruptly raised his head and looked at Xiao Fan at the alley entrance, his face instantly turning ashen.

"You... you escaped pretty quickly." The man stood up, supporting himself on his knees, took two steps back, and leaned against the wall, unable to dodge at all.

Xiao Fan didn't rush to attack. Instead, he looked at his opponent, a hint of killing intent in his eyes. "You got it?"

The man trembled and nodded repeatedly.

"Who told you to do this?"

The middle-aged man swallowed hard, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, unsure whether he should tell the truth.

Xiao Fan stepped forward, and a wisp of Creation Fire flew from his fingertips. The crimson-gold flames illuminated the dark alley, clearly revealing the sweat on the man's forehead.

"I said!" He paused for a moment, then immediately raised his hand and said, "Someone gave me a map and a locator. The person was wearing a black veil hat, so I couldn't see their face. Their voice was hoarse, and they seemed to be an old man."

He paid me and also gave me a way to cut the Fire Marrow Crystal into thin slices and sell them to the Eight Directions Fire Palace in Crimson Flame City.

Xiao Fan frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "What did he say?"

"I don't know! He told me he'd come back to me when he was done. I'm a businessman, I get paid to do things." The middle-aged man's tone was almost pleading. "I've already gotten my things back. I just ran an errand, please let me go."

Xiao Fan glanced at him, confirming that he was there to carry out a mission, not the mastermind behind it all. He then put away the Creation Flame.

"That man in black asked you to auction off pills at the Eight Directions Fire Hall. Have you thought it through?"

The middle-aged man shook his head. "He just asked me to pass it on to the manager of the Eight Directions Fire Hall. The manager didn't ask any questions and just took out the appraisal meeting's form."

Xiao Fan didn't say anything more. The middle-aged man felt as if he had been granted a pardon, lowered his head and ran, disappearing around a corner.

In the dark alley, Xiao Fan fell into deep thought. The man in the black veil sliced ​​the Fire Marrow Crystal into thin pieces and displayed them publicly at the auction. They seemed unrelated, but their purpose was the same: to let more people know about its existence.

Its purpose is self-evident.

Someone wanted to spread the word, to inform the world that one after another, the sacred treasures of the Taixu Pill had appeared. Those forces that had been observing from the sidelines, like sharks smelling blood, rushed towards this place. This was the only way.