The Eternal Saint of Alchemy

When Xiao Fan walked out of the hall, Fan Jian was waiting at the door with a bowl of ginseng soup in his hand, his round face full of gossip.

"Young master, young master! I heard you even wrote a poem for the Yun family's young lady? Did it displease the second master of the Yun family?"

Xiao Fan took a sip of the ginseng soup, frowned, and said, "Who made this? I smell stir-fried vegetables."

Fan Jian said, looking aggrieved, "I did it."

"Fine, I won't blame you." Xiao Fan pushed the bowl back and said in a low voice, "Go and find out where in Donglin City the best medicinal herbs are."

Fan Jian was taken aback and said, "Young Master, are you going to buy medicine? We only have three taels of silver left."

"Hurry, hurry!"

"Okay, I understand!"

Fan Jian swayed away.

Xiao Fan returned to the west courtyard, closed the door, sat cross-legged, and entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

The Qiankun Creation Cauldron floated quietly in mid-air, its surface shimmering with a faint golden halo.

The medicinal power absorbed during the bath had not been fully digested, and there was still a faint golden mist in my mind.

He circulated the Supreme Elixir Scripture, guiding the mist to circulate along his meridians.

Wherever the mist reaches, a thin layer of impurities on the walls of the meridians is washed away and expelled from the pores.

After an incense stick had burned, Xiao Fan opened his eyes and glanced at his arm, which was covered with a layer of black sludge and emitted a foul stench.

"Tsk tsk, just how badly has her body been ruined?"

He had someone wash him from head to toe with hot water, and only then did he feel refreshed.

Looking inward at the dantian, a pale golden line appeared on the previously broken area, like porcelain repaired with gold lacquer.

Although it has not fully recovered, spiritual energy has begun to flow within it.

"At this rate, my dantian should be the same as a normal person's in three days."

Xiao Fan clenched his fist, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

In his previous life, he was a Pill Saint with unparalleled cultivation. Although he is starting over now, he possesses the Qiankun Creation Cauldron and has the Supreme Pill Scripture in hand. It is only a matter of time before he returns to his peak.

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Just as he was thinking, Fan Jian ran back, panting heavily.

"Young Master! On the main street in the south of the city, there is a pharmacy called 'Bai Cao Tang,' which is said to be owned by Medicine King Valley. They have a wide variety of medicinal herbs. There is also 'Hui Chun Ge,' run by the local Lin family. Their products are also quite good, but they are a bit expensive."

"Bai Cao Tang? People from Yao Wang Valley?" Xiao Fan raised an eyebrow.

Sun Xingzhou is from Medicine King Valley, so this shop is probably related to him.

"Okay, let's go then."

"Young master, we are truly poor."

"You can't make money? Let's go!"

Xiao Fan changed into clean clothes, tucked the three taels of silver he had left into his pocket, and went out with Fan Jian.

Although Donglin City cannot be compared with those large cities, it is still the largest city within a radius of a hundred miles, and the streets are still very lively.

There were vendors selling candied hawthorns, monkey trainers, and shadow puppeteers.

Xiao Fan walked down the street, looking around, looking every bit the spoiled brat.

Fan Jian followed behind him, his heart pounding with anxiety.

After walking for most of the block, I saw the sign for Baicaotang.

There are two stone lions at the entrance, which look very impressive.

Just as Xiao Fan was about to enter, a sarcastic voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"Oh, Young Master Xiao is here? I heard he picked out six maids at the Qunfang Pavilion a few days ago and ended up killing himself? What, did you crawl out of your coffin before the lid was properly closed?"

Xiao Fan turned his head and saw a young man wearing a brocade robe and holding a folding fan leaning against a pillar in the teahouse, with two burly guards beside him.

The person was fair-skinned, with somewhat effeminate eyes and an annoying smile on his lips.

Lin Yifeng, the third young master of the Lin family.

In Donglin City, he, like Xiao Fan, was a notorious playboy.

However, since his dantian was destroyed, Xiao Fan lost his "playmate". The other party often said to others that he was useless and not worthy of being compared with him.

"Who do we have here, Young Master Lin?" Xiao Fan laughed. "Hasn't your dad given you a beating this past month? Why do you have time to sunbathe?"

Lin Yifeng's face instantly darkened.

The Lin family has strict rules. Last month, he lost two thousand taels of silver at the gambling den and was hung up and whipped by his father, leaving him bedridden for half a month. This incident became common knowledge throughout Donglin City.

"Xiao Fan, do you think you're qualified to point fingers at me with your crippled dantian?" Lin Yifeng sneered. "I heard you once composed a poem in front of Miss Yun? How laughable. Judging from your illiterate appearance, you must have had someone else write it for you."

"Ghostwriting?" Xiao Fan raised an eyebrow.

"What else? Everyone in Donglin City knows who Xiao Fan is."

"And what about you?" Xiao Fan said slowly. "Last month, your father lost three thousand taels of silver to my grandfather. You knelt at the Xiao family's gate, begging us to give you three days. Or, shall I help you recall?"

As soon as he said that, the onlookers burst into laughter.

It's true that Lin Yifeng's father gambled, but the story of him kneeling at the Xiao family's door begging for mercy was fabricated by Xiao Fan himself. But whether it's true or false, as long as it's disgusting, that's all that matters.

"You're talking nonsense!" Lin Yifeng's face flushed red. "How could I possibly..."

"Alright, alright, I don't have time to waste with dogs." Xiao Fan waved his hand and turned to walk towards Baicaotang.

"Who are you calling a dog?"

Lin Yifeng pulled Xiao Fan over.

Xiao Fan stopped, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He grabbed Lin Yifeng's wrist, pressed his thumb on Lin Yifeng's acupoint between his thumb and forefinger, and twisted it slightly.

"ah-!"

Lin Yifeng let out a shrill scream, his arm felt like it had been electrocuted, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

The two were stunned.

Everyone was completely bewildered.

Xiao Fan's dantian must have been destroyed, right? How can he still have such great power?

Lin Yifeng knelt on both knees, his face flushed red with shame and indignation: "What are you two standing there for? Beat him up!"

The two then realized what was happening and rolled up their sleeves, ready to fight.

Xiao Fan released Lin Yifeng's hand, stepped aside, and said with a smile, "Third Young Master Lin, I advise you to reconsider. Baicaotang belongs to Medicine King Valley. If you make a move here and ruin their reputation, can your Lin family bear the consequences if Medicine King Valley holds you accountable?"

Lin Yifeng's expression changed drastically.

Medicine King Valley has a great influence throughout the Daqing Empire. Even the Lord of Donglin City treats Medicine King Valley with great respect, let alone the Lin family.

Fighting in someone else's doorstep is practically suicide.

"Fine...fine!" Lin Yifeng scrambled to his feet, clutching his wrist, glaring fiercely at Xiao Fan. "I'll remember you!"

After saying this, he left with two guards.

Fan Jian's eyes lit up: "Young Master, that move of yours is amazing! Where did you learn it?"