I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

One thousand pumps of air.

Three thousand pumps, still air.

Seeing that the entire pile of bags in front of him were almost empty, he actually drew out nothing but air!

What kind of luck is this? Is it possible that even the heavens are against me?

But fortunately, it’s almost finished.

Ancestor Xuedan looked at the few remaining bags on the stall in front of him and felt a little relieved.

Just think of the money spent as a way to avoid disaster. Even if there is not a single recipe in these lucky bags, it is still a good thing. This proves that the other party is just an ordinary swindler and does not have the real formula of Grade A Hemostatic Pill. He will not threaten the foundation of the Hemostatic Pill Sect at all.

Rather than drawing the formula, the Blood Pill Ancestor hoped that the outcome would be that there was no formula in these bags at all, which would solve the fundamental problem.

I'm finally done smoking.

Seeing a disciple of the Hemostatic Pill Sect buy the last lucky bag, the Blood Pill Patriarch finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ancestor Xuedan came to the disciple, snatched the lucky bag, opened it with his own hands, and reached in to dig carefully.

"Hahaha, it's empty!" The Blood Dan Patriarch was ecstatic, and the stone in his heart instantly fell to the ground.

He is really just a charlatan who is trying to attract attention! He doesn't even have any hemostatic pill recipe!

Amid the wild laughter of the Blood Pill Ancestor, the sales agent calmly took out a large Qiankun bag, untied the bag, and poured it towards the stall.

Wow~

Thousands of lucky bags appeared in front of the Blood Dan Ancestor like magic.

“Hahahahahaha…”

Staring at the brand new Qiankun bags piled up like a mountain in front of him and filling up the stall again, the Blood Dan Patriarch was embarrassed.

"There are two more big bags." The sales agent patted the large Qiankun bag on his waist, which could hold a lot of things, and smiled sweetly at the Blood Dan Ancestor.

******

[Obtain villain points from Blood Pill Ancestor...]

[Obtained... Blood Pill... Counteraction...]

【…】

[Since you have obtained 100 combos from Blood Pill Ancestor's villain points in a single day, the Blood Pill Ancestor limited prize pool has been unlocked! 】

"???"

Jiang Ke'er was also stunned.

And this kind of operation? !

[Blood Pill Ancestor Limited Prize Pool: You can only draw once, and randomly draw an ability, item, or part of the cultivation that the Blood Pill Ancestor possesses.]

"?!"

Jiang Ke'er seemed to have opened the door to a new world.

In this way, as long as you find the right senior masters to start with and find a way to perform a few 100-hit combos, wouldn't it be just a matter of time before you become successful?

But you have to be alive to get it. After a hundred consecutive hits, even a person with the best temper would probably chop Jiang Ke'er as soon as they see her.

"Hey hey hey..."

Jiang Ke'er has fallen a little in love with this villain system.

Well, now let’s see what the Blood Pill Ancestor can provide for us!

The draw for this limited prize pool was free, so Jiang Keer entered without hesitation.

Click to draw!

[Congratulations on obtaining - Five Elements Treasure - Lotus Crystal]

what?

Jiang Ke'er looked at the large piece of pink transparent crystal in her palm in confusion. There were a few phantoms of flames jumping and flashing in the crystal.

She had heard of the Seven Stars Treasures. It was said that a very small number of geniuses with excellent foundations would have some companion treasures born in their bodies when they cultivated to the Seven Stars realm. These treasures were extremely rare, and even immortals might not be able to see one in their lifetime.

It seems that this Ben Lian Xia Jing is the companion treasure of the Blood Dan Ancestor, right?

But not.

Jiang Keer identified this Lotus Crystal, and the description displayed was that it was created by cultivator Pei Wenxing at the Five Elements Realm, and was later killed by the Blood Pill Ancestor and taken out to control the pill fire.

This Blood Pill Ancestor is indeed not a good guy.

It seems that I was not ruthless enough.

Jiang Ke'er put the Lianxia Crystal away, thinking that she would use it in refining high-quality pills in the future.

Now Jiang Keer has figured out the identity of the Blood Pill Ancestor. After all, this is the territory of the Hemostatic Pill Sect, and everyone is talking about the Blood Pill Ancestor, the only boss of the Hemostatic Pill Sect.

In particular, the fact that the Grade A Hemostatic Pill recipe was openly released as a prize had already spread throughout the entire Shenzhou in a very short period of time. This made the disciples of the Hemostatic Pill Sect worried, and the degree of people's disunity was even far greater than that in the Taiming Sect.

After all, this sect relies on hemostatic pills for its survival!

"Without the formula for the Hemostatic Pill, we are nothing!" As he spoke, a thin young man wearing the uniform of a Hemostatic Pill Sect disciple slammed the table and said, "I've seen through it. Monopolizing the pill market means losing everything!"

"That's right!" Another fat man beside him echoed loudly, "What's the point of us working so hard to earn such a small amount of work fee? The core formula is still in the hands of those few people! They make enough money, and when the formula is cracked, they take the money and run away. What are we left with?"

"We haven't learned any skills here, and we haven't acquired any survival skills! We have wasted our best years here, and in the end, we have only become abandoned children!"

"Any pill formula will be cracked someday, and when that day comes, what will we have left? We know nothing and have nothing! We have wasted our entire lives on those beasts, and in the end we are just a bunch of useless people! We can't even pass the entrance examination to join other sects! Who would want a bunch of old men who have been eating and waiting to die for half their lives?!"

Amidst the waves of loud and imposing curses, the other disciples of the Zhixue Sect in the tavern were angry at first, ready to capture these unfilial fellow disciples, but then gradually calmed down...

Although these words were harsh, the suspected leakage of the recipe forced them to face the current problem.

What these two people said really makes sense.

The sect that monopolizes the pill formula relies on this pill formula for its livelihood, and has no other abilities. It may be rich, but it is very empty inside and is just strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

But the recipe will be cracked sooner or later!

What should I do then?

It would be better to leave early while you are still young, and before the inflated balloon of Zhixue Danzong is punctured and all the disciples are dragged down...

"But where can we go?" At this time, the fat disciple frowned again and lamented.

The thin disciple paused, then whispered into the fat disciple's ear, "Actually, I think Taiming Sect is pretty good."

Although he spoke in a low voice, everyone present was a monk with excellent hearing, so how could they not hear it?

"Well, don't say that I instigated it. I'm not the traitor who fanned the flames!" the thin disciple emphasized.

Because he is an outsider.

Then, he leaned close to the fat monk's ear and whispered, "It's just that Taiming Sect is a really conscientious place. A friend of mine is an outer disciple there. Although the title of outer disciple doesn't sound good, outer disciples can enjoy an education similar to that of inner disciples, and all of them are talented! Moreover, they can get a lot of magic crystals every month, which is not much less than what they would get if they worked for the Hemostasis Sect..."

"Besides, considering the current situation of the Zhixue Sect, it's hard to say how many days of salary can be paid!"

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43. Crazy Bag (8)

There are many strong people in the Zhixuedan Sect, but all the strong people with some strength have fled to Jingcheng.

Because they knew very well that the formula of the hemostatic pill was the foundation and bottom line of the entire sect and must not be leaked, so they were ready to get the formula at any cost, even if it meant robbing!

The remaining powerful people and those in charge stayed in the Zhixuedan Sect to maintain order and prevent anyone from robbing their house.

Therefore, the tavern and other places at the foot of the sect mountain were not supervised by any core forces from the Hemostatic Pill Sect, so that they were completely unaware that... a terrible idea was spreading among the low-level disciples of the Hemostatic Pill Sect.

Soon, the small spark thrown from the tavern at the foot of the mountain spread from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred.

Staring at the long queue of applicants in front of him, the person in charge of the Taiming Sect's disciple reception desk had a face full of question marks.

What's going on? Are these refugees from a famine somewhere?

"Uh, sorry, our Taiming Sect only accepts outer disciples now, but if you perform well, you can be promoted to inner disciples in the future... What? Outer disciples are fine?"

*******

Finally, it’s finally time to finish smoking!

The Blood Pill Ancestor had gone completely insane. He nervously watched the process of opening more than 10,000 lucky bags to prevent any of his disciples from secretly keeping the recipes.

He absolutely did not believe that he was unlucky, as he had drawn the last batch but still hadn’t shipped the goods!

So these so-called lucky bags must be fake! It’s all a shady deal! There is no recipe at all!

The continuous long queues made the disciples of the Hemostasis Sect who came to make up the numbers feel a little mentally exhausted.

Moreover, because there are more than 10,000 lucky bags in total, more than a thousand disciples are needed to queue up to buy them, and it takes time to mobilize disciples...so that in this long queue, there are not only disciples from the Hemostatic Pill Sect, but also some disciples from other ambitious sects who want to try their luck.

Although the Blood Dan Patriarch was unhappy, he did not dare to make any blatant moves under the supervision of the Jiugong Chamber of Commerce.

The monks from other sects who had previously infiltrated the team did not dare to open the lucky bags on the spot after buying them, for fear of bringing about fatal disaster, so they all hid the bags and fled... But the Blood Pill Ancestor would naturally not let them go, and directly sent the strongest force of the Hemostasis Sect to follow the other party out of the city.

Although the other side also had powerful forces to support them, the Hemostasis Sect had invested a huge amount of money this time, and the other side did not dare to confront them head-on, so they all opened the bags on the spot and showed what was inside.

Fortunately, no one has prescribed a prescription so far.

"It's the last one, finally the real last one!"

The Blood Dan Patriarch was almost in tears. This nightmare day was finally coming to an end!

Regardless of whether this last one has anything or not, the time has finally come to find out!

However, when he came to his senses, he was slightly stunned.

The last buyer in front of this stall was not wearing the clothes of the Hemostatic Pill Sect, and he was not a member of the Hemostatic Pill Sect.

This is a casual cultivator. He looks unattractive, even a little rustic, with a silly expression. He feels like the kind of cannon fodder that wouldn't survive more than three chapters in a street novel.

"One thousand? So expensive..."

The casual cultivator took out a thousand magic crystals in cash with a heartache and handed them to the sales agent.

The salesperson handed over the bag.

The casual cultivator took the bag and tore open the bag without any hesitation and opened it on the spot!

The Blood Pill Patriarch thought: This guy must be a fool.

Moreover, he had drawn more than 10,000 times without winning, and each draw was randomly selected from the pile of bags. He didn't believe that the recipe would be hidden in this last bag!

Absolutely impossible!

The casual cultivator reached in and rummaged around, frowning slightly.

Seeing him frown, Blood Dan Patriarch breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the casual cultivator took out a crumpled paper ball from his bag, scratched his head in confusion, and said, "Newbie, I have a question..."

Staring at the ball of paper, Blood Dan Patriarch felt that the string in his head suddenly broke.

"Ask! Ask the hell out of you!"

The air within a ten-mile radius suddenly became sad.

The Blood Pill Ancestor went berserk on the spot, the black crystal armor on his body creaked when sensing his emotional fluctuations, and various immortal-level magic weapons jingled and shook, he almost had the urge to raze the entire city to the ground!

But no.

In the end, he could only calm down after being furious, and said coldly: "One million magic crystals! Sell them to me!"

"So much?" The casual cultivator opened his mouth wide, "So much money to buy a piece of scrap paper? Are you crazy?"

"..."

The Blood Dan Patriarch was embarrassed again.

He finally couldn't help himself and said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense! Are you going to sell it or not?"

"I'll sell you, I'll sell you!" The casual cultivator looked at him as if he was a fool.

Being treated as a fool by a fool.

The Blood Pill Ancestor was trembling, the corners of his mouth twitching wildly, and he was a little numb from anger.

Fortunately, the purchase of the pill recipe temporarily prevented the losses from further expansion and delayed the demise of the Hemostatic Pill Sect.