The formula of the Star God Pill was not complicated, at least not for Du Feng. After buying some of the items at various prices in the pharmacy, he quickly finished the ingredients. It was still the same old rule, to be on the safe side. The plant herbs were identified by Ling 'er again, the animal herbs were identified by Du Tulong again, and the ores were identified by Du Feng himself.
After several confirmations, he began to study the refining method because he already knew the types of herbs and the ratio. With the wood spirit girl and Du Tulong around, Du Feng's alchemy was simply cheating.
Of course, the study of the refining method and the temperature of the fire was not so simple. Fortunately, he had the experience and talent in alchemy since he was young. Even so, it still took him several months to study it. Frankly speaking, the simplest Star God Pill in the Divine Realm was more difficult to refine than the Emperor Pill in the True Immortal Realm.
There was one troublesome thing at the moment, and that was that when Du Feng really refined medicine, he still needed a good alchemy furnace. And his best alchemy furnace was the Medicine King Tripod that he brought with him. At the moment, the Medicine King Tripod was his divine temple. If he wanted to refine pills, he needed to shrink the divine temple into the Medicine King Tripod. But once he put away the Medicine King Tripod, he would be exposed.
What to do, could it be that he had to buy another alchemy furnace? It was not difficult to buy an alchemy furnace in the Divine Realm. After all, the lowest level here was a divine weapon, which was enough to refine the Star God Pill. But the price of an alchemy furnace was much more expensive than a knife or a flying sword. An alchemy furnace of the same level was dozens of times more expensive than a weapon.
It was a waste of money to buy an alchemy furnace when he had the Medicine King Tripod.
"It's been a few months, it's okay."
It had indeed been several months since the competition on the Battle God Platform. During this time, although Du Feng had been busy developing pills, his Cultivation had still advanced to the late stage of the seventh level of the Divine Weapon Realm. Even the male ghost cultivator of Blossom City had advanced to the third level of the Divine Weapon Realm.
"How about this, I'll go out and take a look today."
From Xiao Hei's feedback, there was indeed no one camping at Du Feng's temple anymore. If there was no problem with going out for a walk, it meant that the storm had passed. After all, there was a limit to the audience's enthusiasm. They had not seen Du Feng compete for several months, so they did not look forward to it as much.
So this time, Du Feng didn't disguise himself. He just quickly left Xiao Hei's room and came to the street. There was another reason why he came out, and that was to see how Zhuang Biao was doing. After these few months, he should have experienced all that he needed to experience and understood all that he needed to understand. If he still wanted to mingle in the God Realm, then he definitely wouldn't stop him.
Du Feng did need an assistant, but he needed a loyal assistant like the male ghost cultivator from Blossom City. He didn't want to be a nice guy anymore.
He wandered around the streets for a while, and sure enough, not many people recognized him. It was a little awkward. It seemed like he had thought too much. The main city was so big and had such a large population. Except for the audience who often watched the competition on the Fighting God Stage, not many people actually knew him.
This was good. In fact, what Du Feng was most afraid of was being controlled by the organizer. No one followed him all the way just now, which meant that the organizer had given up on him. He might as well stroll around the city, especially along the inner edge of the city wall.
Why did he have to walk along the inner edge of the city wall? Because the laborers were lined up along the city wall. Every 500 meters, there would be a person tied to the base of the city wall. You're right, they were tied there like dogs.
Because it was impossible to control people through soul contracts in the God Realm, props were necessary. All the people who were caught for labor were not only wearing a collar around their neck, but the collar was also connected to a chain, which was fixed to the base of the city wall.
They were tied here and had to inject the power of God into the city wall every day to make the main city more stable. Therefore, the Cultivation that had been increasing had not improved. Because just a little bit of power of God had to be injected into the city wall.
Of course, there were occasionally people with high qualifications who completed the required input every day and still had some power of God left over. Even if such people were tied here, the Cultivation would slowly increase, and when their realm was high enough, they could leave on their own.
The collar could only restrict low-level gods in the Divine Soldier Realm, and it definitely could not restrict mid-level gods in the Divine General Realm. If one could break through to the Divine General Realm under such difficult conditions, then the few lords in the main city would also think highly of him.
Du Feng walked along the base of the city wall. As he walked, he suddenly heard someone shout.
"Ah, you are that, that who!"
Well, sure enough, someone recognized him. Although he was wearing a half-mask on the arena, after looking at him for a long time, he felt familiar.
Du Feng turned his head and saw that it was a woman. He nodded politely and smiled, then continued walking.
"You're an invincible contestant, right? Will you participate again?"
This female audience member remembered Du Feng's title, so she asked about his situation. This was a very normal question, because everyone was still curious about whether he would participate again.
"I won't go in, I don't know in the future."
Du Feng's answer was the truth. He would not go to the Fighting God Arena to participate in the competition in the near future, because he did not need to earn that money. He only needed to take back the Medicine King Tripod and he could start refining pills. There was no need to take risks in the arena.
"We will continue to support you."
The female audience member was quite polite. After saying a few words of support, she left. She was much more rational than when she was in the arena. When they were in the arena, the audience was driven by the atmosphere. In fact, in life, everyone was not so crazy.
In fact, it felt quite good to be noticed by others. Du Feng continued to walk along the base of the city wall and saw the laborers who were tied there. Frankly speaking, they were indeed quite miserable. Many of them were thin, dry, and tanned. Their clothes were torn, but no one changed them.
The fact that they were captured to do labor showed that they had no connections in the main city. Even if they had a few friends outside the city, they could not interfere in the affairs of the main city. To put it bluntly, those who stayed outside the city were poor friends, and they did not have that much power. Therefore, when they saw Du Feng, who was dressed in embroidered clothes, wandering around here, many laborers began to beg him.
"Young Master, please do me a favor and save me."
"Young Master, please save me. I will repay you even if I have to work like a cow or a horse."
Du Feng did not believe this kind of words. They did not know each other, so how could they trust each other? These strange laborers were tied up at the moment, so they urgently needed someone to save them. When they really got their freedom, they might turn against each other in a few days. Who would want to work like a cow or a horse for others?
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