The Eternal Saint of Alchemy

Xiao Fan, however, thought differently. He said in a deep voice, "Grandpa, Shen Wanshan's breakthrough to the Yin Realm is no small matter. I must seize the time to refine a Breakthrough Pill and also enter the Yin Realm. Only in this way will I have the strength to fight against the Shen family."

"Didn't they say that third-grade pills require cultivation level..."

"I can now refine grade three pills," Xiao Fan interrupted. "My bottleneck in pill refining has been broken by the Qiankun Creation Cauldron, so refining grade three pills is no longer a challenge for me."

"Really?" Xiao Zhankui was both surprised and delighted.

"That's right. But one of the main ingredients, the Cold Marrow Fruit, is five hundred years old. It's simply not available in Donglin City."

"What should we do?"

Xiao Fan pondered for a moment and said, "I've heard that the Cold Marrow Fruit is located in the deepest part of the Netherworld Mountains south of the city. I'd like to go and see it."

Xiao Zhankui's expression changed drastically. "The Netherworld Mountains? Those are teeming with monsters. Even experts at the Yin Realm never return. Going there is extremely dangerous!"

"Don't worry, Grandpa, I know what I'm doing," Xiao Fan said with a smile. "Besides, I have the Qiankun Creation Cauldron protecting me, so even if there's any danger, I can leave calmly."

Xiao Zhankui wanted to say something more, but saw that Xiao Fan had already turned and left.

Night had fallen, and Xiao Fan stood alone at the window of the alchemy room, gazing at the bright moon in the sky.

Holding the jade pendant given to him by Gu Yuan in his hand, his mind was filled with countless thoughts.

Two months later is the entrance examination for the Pill Tower. He needs to break through to the Yin Realm before the examination so that he will have the confidence to pass it.

Netherworld Mountain, Cold Marrow Fruit.

"Young Master, are you really going?" Fan Jian walked in carrying a bowl of ginseng soup, his round face showing some worry.

"go."

Xiao Fan picked up the ginseng soup, took a sip, and said, "But not now. Let's finish this matter first."

"What's wrong?"

Xiao Fan put down his rice bowl, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and said, "Sun Xingzhou has escaped, but he can't escape forever. I will uproot the foundation of Medicine King Valley in Donglin City."

Fan Jian was shocked and said, "Young Master, are you going to take action against Bai Cao Tang?"

Xiao Fan smiled and said, "Tomorrow, I'm going to close down this Hundred Herbs Hall."

The next morning, a notice was posted at the entrance of the Mortal Alchemy Workshop.

"Starting today, all pills at Fanchen Pill Shop will be reduced in price by 30%. At the same time, Baicaotang will offer Grade 3 Breakthrough Pills and Gathering Yuan Pills at a 50% discount."

The announcement caused a sensation throughout Donglin City.

Grade 3 pills! Xiao Fan can actually refine grade 3 pills, this is simply unbelievable!

Moreover, the price is half that of Baicaotang, which is simply killing Baicaotang!

Sure enough, Baicaotang closed down within half a day.

Qian Tong led a group of people and slunk out of Donglin City.

Shen Zhao was so angry that he smashed the teacup in his hand on the ground.

"When did Xiao Fan, that good-for-nothing, become so powerful?"

Shen Wanshan plopped down in the armchair and slowly sipped his tea: "So what if he's powerful? He's just a junior in the Spirit Realm, nothing to worry about."

"Father, aren't you doing anything?"

"What's the rush?" Shen Wanshan put down his teacup and said with a gloomy expression.

"Once my cultivation is stable, neither the Xiao family nor the Yun family will be able to escape my grasp."

Shen Zhao gritted his teeth: "What about Ruoxi?"

"Shut up!" Shen Wanshan shouted sternly. "She's just a woman! Once you become the city lord, what woman can't you have?"

Shen Zhao kept his head down and remained silent.

They were just two hands, but they were secretly clenched together.

Xiao Fan, we'll see!

Xiao Fan knew nothing about the City Lord's Mansion; he was currently preparing to travel to the Netherworld Mountains.

Pills, weapons, dry rations, water pouches... all were inventoried and placed into the storage bag.

Zhao Tieshan, standing to the side, looked worried: "Young Master, would you like me to go with you?"

"No need," Xiao Fan shook his head and said, "I'm leaving the Xiao family to you."

"But-"

"I have already given the order."

Zhao Tieshan could only shut his mouth and stop talking.

Xiao Fan picked up the storage bag, took a deep look at the Xiao family compound, and turned to leave.

As the sun rose, golden sunlight shone on him, casting a long shadow.

Despite the unknown road ahead and the dangers behind him, he was not afraid at all.

Only by overcoming thorns can one possibly reach the summit.

He arrived at the Netherworld Mountains.

The Netherworld Mountains are located 300 miles south of Donglin City. The mountains are steep and shrouded in a layer of poisonous miasma all year round, making them awe-inspiring.

Legend has it that this mountain hides relics of ancient cultivators or a passage to the underworld, hence its name. However, many know that it is teeming with demonic beasts, and entering it below the Yin Realm is almost certainly certain death.

Xiao Fan rested for one night in a dilapidated hunter's hut at the foot of the mountain, and set off early the next morning.

The mountain path was rugged, and the further he went in, the thicker the miasma became, and the lower the visibility. He circulated his true energy to form a protective shield, keeping the poisonous miasma out.

The Qiankun Creation Cauldron within his sea of ​​consciousness trembled slightly, as if sending him a dangerous signal.

"I know," Xiao Fan said in a low voice, his steps slowing down.

Ahead lay a dense forest, with towering trees that blocked out the sun.

The forest was quiet; not even the sounds of insects chirping or birds singing could be heard.

something wrong.

Xiao Fan stopped, his right hand gripping the long sword at his waist, and a chilling aura emanated from him.

Just then, a foul-smelling wind blew over his head.

A giant python, as thick as a water bucket, leaped down from the treetop and bit down hard on the spot where he had just been standing, tearing a large hole in the ground.

"Iron-Scaled Python, a seventh-tier demonic beast!"

Xiao Fan was stunned.

A seventh-tier demonic beast, with cultivation comparable to the peak of the human spirit realm, covered in iron scales, impervious to blades and spears, it is one of the most ferocious creatures in this edge of the Netherworld Mountains.

The iron-scaled python missed its target. With a twist of its massive body and a flick of its tail, it created a gust of wind.

Xiao Fan leaped into the air, using a large tree as a stepping stone to dodge the attack.

At the same time, he raised his right hand, and three black pills shot out, heading straight for the Iron-Scaled Python.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three plumes of black smoke exploded with a loud bang, and a pungent smell filled the air.

The iron-scaled python was shrouded in smoke, its movements slowed, and its huge head swayed from side to side, as if searching for some prey.

Seeing that things were not going well, Xiao Fan jumped down from the tree and plunged his long sword, imbued with true energy, into the iron-scaled python's vital spot.

"laugh-"

The longsword pierced flesh, and black blood splattered.

The Iron-Scaled Python hissed and writhed wildly, felling trees in its wake. But Xiao Fan gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, continuously channeling his true energy into the blade to shatter its vital energy.