Seeing that the ghost servant was having a hard time fighting with Meng Po, Du Feng was considering whether to help. Because the formation was being interfered with, he couldn't control it. If he wanted to help, he could only do it himself. At this moment, a sun suddenly rose in the sky. The warm sunlight shone on the cold Road to the Underworld and the Bridge of Helplessness, illuminating the Stone of Three Lives by the bridge.
"Good opportunity!"
Du Feng felt that the interference of the formation had disappeared and immediately threw out a large number of formation flags. The ghost servant on the Bridge of Helplessness suddenly became tall, and the ghost head saber in his hand whistled. The skulls on the back of the saber spewed out green fire.
Meng Po was the opposite. She was suppressed by an invisible force, and the snake-headed walking stick in her hand became slower and slower, as if she hadn't eaten enough.
The ghost servant swung his sword faster and faster. Each strike was faster and more vicious than the last. Each strike was aimed at Meng Po's head. The old ghost finally couldn't resist. The snake-headed walking stick in her hand broke with a crack, and the big saber slashed at her head.
"Hahaha …"
The ghost servant laughed proudly and swallowed Meng Po in one gulp. Then he began to suck the water of the River of Forgetfulness, eating all the ghosts soaked in it. His Cultivation level started from the eighth stage of the Grandmaster Realm, and stopped at the peak of the ninth stage. If he went any higher, he would become a ghost general.
"Go back!"
Du Feng waved his hand and put away the formation, and at the same time, the ghost servant. The situation this time was beyond his expectations. He had been tricked by the old ghost woman from the Underworld. It seemed that he had to be very careful when he set up the Bridge of Helplessness in the future.
"It is indeed a good fortune."
Xie Qifan smiled and put down a black chess piece, agreeing with the old man's words. When the white chess piece turned into a sun, although it had cut off the interference from the Netherworld, it had also affected Du Feng's Formation. If he couldn't remedy it in time, this good fortune would become a disaster.
The good fortune that the hermit master talked about always had two sides. If he grasped it well, he would benefit greatly. If he didn't grasp it well, he would be in big trouble.
"I don't know which master helped me. I hope I have a chance to meet him."
Du Feng picked up the white chess piece on the ground, knowing that it was the sun that rose on the Bridge of Helplessness. For a chess piece to be able to affect a Level 4 Grand Array, this expert was not just any ordinary expert.
"Help me return it to its owner."
Du Feng took the white chess piece to the front desk and handed it to the waiter. He believed that the master who attacked him lived in the shop, but he didn't want to see him. The waiter should have a way to find him. After that, he left the Lanting Pavilion and went straight to the direction of the Herb Hut.
Last night, he was indebted to the bookstore owner for standing up for him. Today, he could go over to thank him and buy some array flags.
"This old man divined with my fingers and knew that little friend would come today, so I specially prepared some good tea. Please come in."
"Du Master" Feng saw. Old man, Feng knew that it was not him. "I was to help." "Fu Fu". and "he" was to say he "." He was "sell" but "the" "to". "". Po "He" to "to", he he he "was.
But after seeing him in person, he immediately ruled out this theory. Old man Liu did know a little about formations, but he was still far from the person who helped him. Calculating with one's fingers? Those were just tricks to fool people. To be able to foretell the past and the future, it was impossible to find such a master in the entire God of War Continent.
Liu Fu helped him last night. Knowing that he would come to thank him today was normal and didn't require foretelling. But the old man's tea wasn't bad. Du Feng drank a cup first. To refresh his mind, he probably put some Dragon Saliva Grass in it.
"Little friend, you know how to refine medicine?"
Liu Fu was slightly shocked when Du Feng guessed the recipe of the tea. He had concealed it. It was hard to tell that the Dragon Saliva Grass was added just by looking and tasting it.
"I used to sell pills for a living. I know a thing or two about refining medicine."
Du Feng acted mysterious. He was the son of the Pill Emperor. He didn't dare to speak about other things, but he was a top notch expert when it came to refining pills.
"Little friend, are you short of money? I have an idea."
Liu Fu stroked his beard and acted like an expert. But no matter how you looked at it, he looked very unscrupulous. As expected, his idea was also very unscrupulous. It was to let Du Feng and his son Liu Yang work together to open a pill shop. While selling pills, they could also accept some alchemy tasks.
Alchemy tasks were different from selling pills. They needed to find someone to refine the pills. Usually, the pills were of very high grade, and the requirements for quality were very strict. For example, if it was the same Soul Gathering Pill, a Martial Condensation realm cultivator would use a low grade Soul Gathering Pill. Those who were more particular would use a middle grade one. Very few people would buy high grade ones.
After all, high grade pills were too expensive. Instead of spending so much money, it would be better to buy a few low and middle grade ones. That way, they could replenish more True Yuan. But there were some pills that required the higher the quality, the better. For example, the Barrier Breaking Pill was used when breaking through. The higher the quality of the pill, the higher the chance of breaking through.
"That's a good idea, but I'm in urgent need of money now."
Liu Fu's idea was indeed good. Du Feng would provide the technology, and the two of them would provide the shop and connections. If they worked together, everyone would earn money. But the problem was that Du Feng was going to attend an auction in a few days. He wanted to buy a house, and he needed a lot of cash.
"Sure, sure. We can sign a contract."
Liu Fu called Liu Yang out. The young man was a bit shy, and he was a bit embarrassed to come out with his head down. Although he was shy, his Cultivation level was not low. He was already an expert in the Grandmaster Realm. Although he and Liu Fu were father and son, there was a huge age gap between them. Liu Fu was more than 300 years old, and Liu Yang was only 30. He could be considered a genius to have broken through to the Grandmaster Realm at this age.
It was not Liu Fu who signed the contract with Du Feng, but Liu Yang who signed it. This so-called contract was a spiritual contract like the one at the auction. Everyone listed all the conditions. If both sides felt that it was suitable, they would sign the spiritual contract.
Once the spiritual contract was signed, both sides could not violate it. If anyone violated the contract, their Divine Sense would be damaged. One had to know that Divine Sense was very important to a martial artist. Once it was damaged, it might cause the Cultivation to stagnate. It might even lead to Qi Deviation and destroy one's future.
Du Feng was in charge of refining pills, and Liu Yang was in charge of the shop and sales. The profit would be split in half, and Liu Yang would pay for the materials. If the failure rate was more than 30%, Du Feng would have to compensate for it.
"Okay, sign it."
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