A high-quality pill was not something that a level-6 Faction could hope for. Even for the few level-8 powers in the Heavenly Gates, refining a level-1 pill was a huge investment, and they had to bear the risk of failure. Shannali and the other Pill Ancestors had the most experience with this. Wang Zhong could see clearly and understand what the elder was saying.
The elder was using a joke to tell the truth. At the same time, he was listening to those who had hope. There were no so-called miracles waiting for them in the endless Pill Path.
The lesson ended. Elder Yimo, who was sitting on the tall platform, turned into clouds and disappeared without a trace. There were supervisors below who added some rules and general knowledge in the Pill Refinery Hall to everyone. In the beginning, they would mainly learn about level-9 and level-8 pills.
Forming a pill was the lowest requirement for refining a pill. In terms of shape, spirituality, path, effects, and so on, level-9 pills that looked exactly the same would have massive differences. According to the standards of the Pill Refinery Hall, one could give a pill a score from 1 to 10. Furthermore, this score would be added to one's points. This was something that the Pill Refinery Hall disciples had to complete and was the key to accumulating points. At the same time, it was a good opportunity for the auditing students.
The Pill Refinery Hall would not force auditing students to refine pills according to the requirements of the Pill Refinery Hall. However, if one refined a pill, one could submit it to the Pill Refinery Hall for grading. This would be added to one's own points.
Thus, the official pupils of the Pill Refinery Hall did not have to worry about anything, be it pill furnaces or various materials. The Pill Refinery Hall would prepare everything for them, but auditing students would have to spend their own money. Just taking pill furnaces as an example, there were various grades. As long as one had enough money, one could even buy a super pill furnace that could be called a godly weapon. It was said that using such a pill furnace to refine pills would greatly increase the success rate. In the Heavenly Gates, there was nothing one could not buy, but one did not have enough money.
This was also because their system was impressive. They controlled organizations in the Land and could easily gather resources and wealth. To put it bluntly, they were squeezing the various large civilizations dry. However, the various large civilizations were willing to endure this hardship. However, this was the price of advancing. If they did not cultivate their Gold Core or enter the Heaven, they would never be able to make a name for themselves. This was the common understanding of all civilizations. Furthermore, for low-leveled civilizations, cultivating their Gold Core was their only chance to turn things around.
Wang Zhong did not plan to buy a pill furnace, nor could he afford it. However, he first understood the price of renting a pill furnace from the supervisor. It was slightly exaggerated. He could only rent a low-leveled pill furnace for one day with all his' assets', which was exactly 1,000 Silver Star Stones.
What the f * ck was going on? Using all the money to rent an alchemy furnace and then refine air? Furthermore, he could only rent it for one day. Even though the pill class on the first day only explained the basics and did not assign any homework, Lao Wang started to worry about his pill cultivation plan.
Speaking of which, he had the support of the Heavenly Treasures Street. After Mugthol collected the so-called 'protection fee', a sum of money would be sent to Wang Zhong's account every month. However, this amount of money might be enough to cover his living expenses or cultivation resources in the Heavenly Gates. However, if he wanted to refine pills, it was not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth. After all, this was just a street at the edge of the middle circle. To some small organizations, it was worth fighting over, but in the eyes of the Factions in the center of the Land that controlled massive resources, it was not worth mentioning. Furthermore, the 'protection fee' that Wang Zhong and Mugthol collected was very, very low …
Beside him, Flying Pig Jhonas had fallen asleep. It seemed like this fellow was only barely awake when Elder Yimo was teaching. Later on, when Elder Yimo started to chat with everyone, and when the ordinary supervisors started to teach him various general knowledge and rules, he slept soundly. Fortunately, this fellow did not snore. If not, he would have been beaten to death by the people around him.
Lao Wang was speechless. Was this fellow completely uninterested in such an exciting lesson? He really did not know what this fellow was doing here.
At that moment, the lesson had ended. Just as he was about to wake Jhonas up, an acquaintance came over to greet him.
"Wang Zhong, we meet again."
Shannali smiled as she walked over, causing Lao Wang to be slightly surprised. The feeling that this woman gave him was that she was a snobbish fence-sitter. When she came to the Heavenly Gates, she was surrounded by many outstanding children from high-leveled factions. Furthermore, he had obtained the lowest grade in the Spiritual Quality Examination yesterday and was mocked by others. Yet, this woman did not keep a respectful distance from him?
"How does the Heavenly Gates feel?" Shannali smiled and asked Wang Zhong.
"There doesn't seem to be any changes. In any case, it's the same everywhere for humans." Wang Zhong smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid that your friends will look down on you if you come here like this?"
"Don't be too inflexible." Shannali smiled and blinked. "After all, the Heavenly Gates is the Heavenly Gates. Even if they look down on us, most people still rely on their status and have to pretend."
Wang Zhong nodded. Shannali had just come over to greet him. However, with his situation, Wang Zhong was slightly puzzled that she did not avoid arousing suspicion. Lao Wang was not a goblin or noble second generation here and was not that naive. Shannali was definitely a "rational" person. Why was she interested in him?
Was it simply because he had defeated Yin Jiao? Yin Jiao's level was nothing here. Perhaps his father had paid a huge price to get him here, and Wang Zhong had taken advantage of him.
"Boss, that girl seems to have feelings for you?" Flying Pig said. "She looks pretty good. I didn't know that you Earthlings are also charming."
"You're thinking too much. She probably has other motives."
"Yes, we have the purest friendship! What's mine is yours! " During dinner, Flying Pig Jhonas said firmly. The table was filled with the "fruits and vegetables" that he had brought. Even though Lao Wang had criticized him for not eating meat, these "fruits and vegetables" were not ordinary. They contained abundant spiritual influence, and anyone who ate them would know. Even though the Illusion race was only a level-5 civilization, they were extraordinarily rich due to their impressive equipment refinery skills. The Illusion race was the nouveau riche in the divine territory. "My dignity is your dignity!"
"Yes, that's right. If you are beaten up outside, I will try my best to stand further away. I definitely cannot watch my good friend make a fool of himself. " Wang Zhong patted his shoulder and spoke with certainty. When he looked at Flying Pig, who had a helpless expression, Wang Zhong could not help but roll his eyes. Trying to play tricks with me? When I knew how, you were still playing with mud.
Lao Wang was immersed in a sea of knowledge. Meanwhile, Mu Zi had already left the depths of the Netherworld River and sat on a black, messy rock field. A hundred steps forward was a pitch-black forest of withered trees, which was his current destination.
Today was the seventh day since he had arrived on the island.
He had used seven days to walk from the shore to here. He had completely underestimated the terror of this island. The enormous deathly aura and the heavy spiritual pressure pressed down on his body like a law. With every step forward, he had to pay an unbelievable amount of strength and hardship.
This unexpected difficulty did not stop Mu Zi's persevering optimism. Even though every step he took was as if he had experienced a terrifying life and death battle, other than the difficulties and dangers, Mu Zi also felt a sense of familiarity hidden in the depths of the island. Every time he resisted the aura of death and spiritual pressure and advanced, this sense of familiarity would become more obvious.
Of course, one of the fundamental reasons why Mu Zi was so optimistic was that on the first day he had arrived on the island, he had dug up the skeleton of an unknown creature on the beach. Based on his pragmatism of making the best use of everything, Mu Zi dismantled half of the bones and pieced them together to make a white bone dress. Even though its appearance was rather coquettish and did not match his cold appearance, it was made of bones after all. Thus, he managed to bring his clothes, which had been bare for many days, back into the private domain of civilization.
There was no doubt that this was very important! One of the signs of civilization moving from a low-level state to a high-level state was learning to cover up. This was a sign of the rise of personal awareness and dignity.
Therefore, having something to wear gave Mu Zi even more reason to be optimistic. Soon, he found a large patch of small flowers hidden in the black sand. When the sand was turned over, these flowers would happily stand upright and bloom towards the sky. The black and white petals were clustered together, and when they moved with the wind, they looked like strange smiling faces that wanted to scare people.
Mu Zi was indeed shocked, but it was not because of the small flower's grimace. Instead, it was because of the energy contained in these flowers. After eating one flower, he could actually not feel hungry or thirsty for a few hours. Therefore, the need for food was guaranteed. These ghost-faced flowers were everywhere. As long as one was willing to dig the soil, he would definitely be able to see the black and white grimace of the ghost-faced flowers that rose from the ground in an attempt to scare people.
The only thing that made Mu Zi feel dispirited was that he did not find any small animals that could be used for barbecuing. He did not even see a small bug or an ant, let alone a wild rabbit.
However, no matter what, Mu Zi and this Hell Island were at loggerheads. This was the name that Mu Zi had given to this strange island. Regardless of whether there were other names for this place, to him, this was Hell Island. The air and atmosphere were very similar to the legendary hell. There was a massive aura of death, a terrifying aura, and eerie white bones. The black sand was not so much like land, but more like the accumulation of countless corpses that had decayed over thousands of years.
Mu Zi also believed that he had a strange and inseparable fate with hell. Thus, he felt a sense of closeness to this island. Furthermore, the spiritual influence here carried a very strong negative aura, which was the Life and Death Coffin's favorite "nourishment". With the Life and Death Coffin's compatibility, the spiritual influence here was almost completely compatible with Mu Zi. However, Mu Zi was not anxious and hastily absorbed this spiritual influence. Instead, he followed the rhythm of the Life and Death Coffin's recovery and slowly accumulated it. He felt that this was like building. The height of a building usually depended on how stable its foundation was.
Mu Zi calculated. This round of resting time was over. He stood up. It was time to continue moving forward.
Mu Zi took a deep breath and focused his mind. He looked at a large black tree not far away. After a long exhale, his breathing became fast and rhythmic. Traces of spiritual power were born in his body, causing his entire body to be filled with power!
Mu Zi couldn't help but think that if he met that guy again, he would definitely not be suppressed like that again. Compared to before, the current him was completely different, from the inside to the outside, from his spiritual power to everything else.
The power in his entire body reached its peak. This instant of power was something that he had never experienced before. Mu Zi raised his head and looked at the forest not far away. He let out a low roar that was strenuous. All the power in his body flowed into his legs. Then, he took a step forward with his right foot and fiercely stomped on the ground, creating a loud sound that sounded like a beating drum.
Boom! One step!
Boom! The aura of death in the depths of Hell Island was like a provoked bull. It violently exploded, and a powerful pressure pressed down on Mu Zi's body layer by layer like mountains that were being thrown at him.
Mu Zi smiled. Without any hesitation, he followed with his left foot and took another step.
Boom! The second step!
Boom! Boom, boom, boom …
On the tenth step, Mu Zi's knees let out a bone-cracking sound. He finally stopped and could no longer continue. At this moment, he felt a burning sensation in his nose. Fresh blood flowed from it and quickly flowed past his lips. Before his mouth could taste the salty taste of the blood, this wave of heat flowed past his chin. Then, large amounts of blood dripped onto his chest and landed on the black sand.
Mu Zi panted heavily. All the power in his body, including his spiritual power, had been completely exhausted. There was not a single trace of power left in his body. As if it was not satisfied, the surging spiritual pressure from Hell Island landed on Mu Zi's body a few more times as if it was demonstrating its power. It continued until Mu Zi was pressed onto the sand, and his entire face was almost buried into the ground. Only then did the massive spiritual pressure slowly retreat.
Mu Zi pulled his head out of the soil. Then, he flipped over and lay on the ground. He had charged too far this time. He had originally planned to only run seven steps, but because his condition was slightly better, he ran three more steps. In the end, the spiritual pressure that he triggered was more than three times that of the previous time.
After a long time, Mu Zi's breathing finally stabilized. He checked the condition of his body. It was slightly bad. The spiritual pressure would not cause him any external injuries, but his internal organs would distort under the terrifying pressure. Fortunately, his spiritual power had played its role. His internal organs were only bleeding a little, and there were no major injuries.
This was enough. Mu Zi propped up his body and found the black-and-white ghost-faced flowers. He only plucked three before stopping. He was not greedy. Furthermore, Mu Zi was not sure how long the ghost-faced flowers could maintain their purity and self-awareness after leaving the branches.
Mu Zi first ate one flower. When he placed it in his mouth, the saliva in his mouth surged violently. A wisp of spiritual power swirled from the tip of his tongue and rushed toward his esophagus. A moist and hydrating feeling immediately filled every corner of his body. This was much better than drinking water.
After chewing a few times, Mu Zi swallowed the ghost-faced flower. A wave of gentle heat immediately spread from his body and circulated through his blood. The bleeding in his internal organs quickly stopped under the nourishment of this wave of power, and the small wounds that had opened up started to heal. This speed was not fast or slow, but it seemed that he could only stop here today.
After eating the third ghost-faced flower, Mu Zi, who felt "full", put down the Life and Death Coffin and lay down. The coffin lid closed, and a wave of coolness immediately enveloped him. This allowed Mu Zi's injuries to heal even faster.
After the Life and Death Coffin devoured the special spiritual influence on the island, some of its basic functions had been restored. This was also the reason why Mu Zi dared to take the risk and challenge it. However, at the moment, only the auxiliary healing ability was relatively useful. Mu Zi still had to slowly explore the other ways to use the other powers. After experiencing the journey in the Netherworld River, the Life and Death Coffin was obviously no longer the Life and Death Coffin of the past. It was both familiar and strange, but no matter how it changed, it was still Mu Zi's Life and Death Coffin.
Mu Zi woke up from his sleep on time. It was late at night, and the cold wind carried the deathly aura of the Netherworld River and blew unhurriedly on the island. It was like a ghost soldier patrolling the territory of the Netherworld King. Without the daylight from the underground clouds, the deathly aura on the island became even stronger. Mu Zi did not provoke the deathly aura spiritual pressure at this time. This was also the best time for him to cultivate.
The deathly aura, which was extremely sensitive during the day, was like a hibernating snake that was too lazy to move at night. As long as Mu Zi did not continue to walk deeper into the island, this deathly aura would calmly hover in mid-air.
Under Mu Zi's control, the five lightning techniques lit up in his hands one after another. This was no longer the Illusory Demon Five Thunder technique that he had initially given him. Not only that, but the way this technique was used had also been completely modified by Mu Zi. This was his greatest gain after entering Hell Island. Through fighting against the deathly aura spiritual pressure, Mu Zi began to truly understand the greatness of this technique. His physique, or rather, no human was suitable for the circulation of this technique.
The greatest and most terrifying characteristic of humans was that they could adapt to the environment and imitate and learn. Then, with these two factors as the foundation, they could create things that were suitable for humans.
However, Mu Zi's modification of the Five Thunder technique had nothing to do with greatness. He just felt that doing this was very comfortable, so he did it. This was an instinct that was so pure that even Wang Zhong and Aiolos were jealous of it.
At this moment, under Mu Zi's control, five streaks of lightning spiritual power with different attributes entered his body and became a part of his spiritual power.
Mu Zi heaved a long sigh of relief. He found a black ghost-faced flower in the sand. This time, he only ate one flower. After a few breaths, his body felt full again.
Mu Zi felt that this was the most suitable place for him to cultivate after coming to the Star Alliance. Even if he slept in the Life and Death Coffin, he could slowly increase his spiritual power through the Life and Death Coffin because of the deathly aura spiritual pressure.
Time flew by quickly. After many efforts, Mu Zi finally resisted the spiritual pressure and stepped into the center of the black forest. However, the scenery inside was even worse than he had expected.
The black trees seemed to have been roasted by hellfire. Pieces of charcoal-like tree bark were connected by twisted red tree tendons. It looked like human skin that had been burned by fire until half of it was charcoal and the other half was badly mutilated. What was even more strange was that there was a face on the trunk of every black tree. These faces were all different, ranging from young to old. "They" were like living people. Their eyes emitted a terrifying light as they stared at Mu Zi.
Other than the terrifying human-faced trees, there were also some strange and dangerous black living vines. Most of them were hidden underground, but there were also some that were circling around the trees. They were alive and could move independently like snakes. Mu Zi called these vines Snake Vines.
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