What kind of power was the Changtian School? To be able to send such a luxurious cosmetic surgery to guard a stalk of spiritual medicine, he had already met four or five ancient martial art practitioners in the Qi Nucleation realm, which were rarely seen.
How to snatch the Flame Flower from such a powerful sect was really a headache-inducing problem.
Mo Wen stroked his chin, secretly pondering how to get the Flame Flower away from the guards of those people.
At this moment, he had already seen that in the middle of the huge rock, there was a grassy lawn that covered about 80% of the rock. The green grass was so green that if he did not look up from below, he would have thought that it was a meadow instead of a rock.
At this moment, those people were standing on the grass, surrounded by a bright-colored flower. Every single one of them had a solemn expression on their faces and were on high alert. Any slight movement would attract their attention.
The bright flower looked like a rose, but compared to a rose, the flower was even more beautiful.
Furthermore, there seemed to be flames dancing around the flower. A faint layer of white flame enveloped the flower, making it look dreamy.
That strange flower was indeed the Flame Flower. Mo Wen could recognize it at a glance.
Although it was only the lowest grade of the Flame Flower, the White Flame Flower, its value was still immeasurable. This was because the Flame Flower had a common characteristic, which was that it could help alchemists concoct pills and increase the success rate of concocting pills.
Be it the White Flame Flower, the highest grade Purple Flame Flower or the Rainbow Flame Flower, all of them could increase the success rate of refining elixirs.
Moreover, when the Flame Flower was used for alchemy, it could rely on the fire spiritual power inside it to provide the flame used for alchemy. It could help the alchemist reduce the amount of internal fire and relieve the pressure on the alchemist.
Mo Wen was not a Cultivator. If he wanted to concoct a cauldron of pills, even the most ordinary pills, it would not be an easy task. Because he didn't have the spiritual fire used by alchemists, he could only rely on the inner Qi of the Fire Skill to stimulate the fire power to refine pills.
Although it was still alchemy, the level was much lower. The quality of the pills refined would also drop a lot.
Furthermore, without the Spiritual Fire, it would be impossible for him to concoct Spirit Pills.
However, things would be different with the Flame Flower. It was very likely that he would be able to refine a Spirit Pill with just one Flame Flower.
Hence, for Mo Wen, The value of the Flame Flower far exceeded that of the Blood Mushroom.
Moreover, in terms of grade, the White Flame Flower was also a high-grade spiritual herb while the Blood Mushroom was only a middle-grade spiritual herb.
In the cultivation world, there were different grades of elixirs and elixirs. Elixirs, for example, were divided into five grades and twenty grades.
The five ranks were: Spirit Rank, Profound Rank, Saint Rank, Immortal Rank, and God Rank. They went up one by one. Its level was getting higher and higher.
Each rank was further divided into four grades: low grade, medium grade, high grade, and supreme grade.
When all of them were added together, there were a total of twenty grades of Spirit Medicine, and they were known as Spirit Medicine Level Five and Twenty Grades.
The low grade spiritual medicine and medium grade spiritual medicine that Mo Wen mentioned were all of the lowest rank of the Spiritual Level. To him, it was enough to classify the spiritual medicine into the Spiritual Level.
As for the mystic-rank and saint-rank elixirs, he had never come into contact with them. He had never seen it before.
The highest grade Spirit Medicine he had ever seen was merely a top-grade Spirit Rank Spirit Medicine. Moreover, it was only when he was assisting an Alchemy Master to refine an important Medicinal Pill that he was fated to see.
As for the Whiteleaf Flower within the Blazeflower, its grade was a high-grade spirit rank, and it was still far from being comparable to a profound-rank spirit herb.
Back then, when Mo Wen was in the Divine Pill Sect, those legendary profound-rank spiritual medicine could only be possessed by some seniors with high Cultivation. It was impossible for normal cultivators to have them.
As for saint-rank spiritual medicine, it was said that there were only a few stalks in the entire Divine Pill Sect. Even if there were, they were treated as treasures. They were treated as the sect's treasure. Even his Alchemy Master only knew that there were saint-rank spiritual medicine in the sect, but he had never seen it before, let alone a little medicine boy like him.
"Junior Brother Fu, the Whiteleaf Flower will mature completely in another fifteen minutes. By then, you can pluck it away. However, you and I should still be careful. The Whiteleaf Flower is a rare sacred item in the world. There are probably many people who covet this flower. Who knows, there might be someone who has his eyes on the Whiteleaf Flower. "
On top of the rock, an old man in a red robe with a white beard said to another old man in a green robe, who had a ruddy complexion and white hair. Both of them were dressed in ancient costumes. If they were to walk out, people would think that they were actors from a film crew.
His eyes were constantly looking at the surroundings of the valley. His eyes were flashing with a deep sense of vigilance.
The closer the Whiteleaf Flower was to maturity, the higher the possibility of an accident happening and the greater the danger. As the person in charge of guarding the Whiteleaf Flower, he had to be more vigilant.
"Senior Brother Zhou, don't worry. The entire White Rock Peak is under our surveillance. There are no abnormal situations. Moreover, with the two of us guarding, there is no need to be afraid of anyone who dares to have designs on the Whiteleaf Flower. "
The old man in the green robe said disapprovingly. With him and his senior, two ancient martial arts practitioners in the intermediate stage of the Qi Nucleation realm and above, who would dare to snatch food from the tiger's mouth and have designs on the Whiteleaf Flower?
Moreover, in the Changbai Mountain Range, who didn't know that this stalk of Whiteleaf Flower belonged to their Changtian Sect? Who would overestimate themselves and offend the Changtian Sect for a stalk of saint-rank medicine?
Their Changtian Sect had always been the strongest in the Changbai Mountain Range. No one had ever dared to challenge their supreme authority.
Although in the Changbai Mountain Range, in recent years, there had been a few new ancient martial arts sects with considerable influence. However, compared to their Changtian Sect, they were not worth mentioning.
In the entire ancient martial arts world, the Changtian Sect was the top ancient martial arts influence. For three consecutive years, they had been selected to be one of the top ten sects in the ancient martial arts world. With such strong ability, not many people in the entire ancient martial arts world would dare to offend them, not to mention a small Changbai Mountain Range.
However, Mo Wen didn't care about what the people guarding the Whiteleaf Flower were saying. Now, he could only wait for an opportunity to pluck the Whiteleaf Flower.
Just as Mo Wen was thinking about how to snatch the stalk of Whiteleaf Flower, a terrifying pressure suddenly descended from the sky. That terrifying pressure caused Mo Wen's body to stiffen slightly. It was as if the surrounding air had solidified into water.
He inhaled a breath of cold air and suddenly looked up into the sky. He saw a black shadow sweep past the top of his head and fly towards the huge boulder. In the blink of an eye, the distance of a hundred meters had been crossed.
"Such a profound cultivation! Who is that? "
A glint of surprise flashed in Mo Wen's eyes. That person's cultivation was at least in the Embryonic Breathing realm. It was very likely that he was in the intermediate stage of the Embryonic Breathing realm, or even the later stage of the Embryonic Breathing realm.
It was the first time that he had met such a person on Earth. An expert in the Embryonic Breathing realm, in his previous world, could be said to be a top expert in the martial arts world. Before he had joined the Divine Pill Sect, his cultivation was only in the beginning stage of the Embryonic Breathing realm.
That black shadow could be said to be the first expert that he had met after he had regained his memory.
Moreover, he could be sure that when the person had passed above his head just now, he had already noticed him. Otherwise, that person's pressure wouldn't have swept over him so coincidentally.
However, he didn't know why, but that person ignored him and didn't have the intention to expose him. Instead, he flew all the way towards the boulder.
"Junior brother, how many times have I told you? Everything is about the what-ifs. Be careful in everything. Although our Changtian Sect has a place in the ancient martial arts world, that doesn't mean that we don't have to worry about anything. The waters of the ancient martial arts world are deep. If we are not careful and step into eternal damnation, it isn't impossible for the Changtian Sect to be annihilated. "
"Some small influences are afraid of us, but it doesn't mean that everyone is afraid of us. Your mentality isn't good. In the future, you will inevitably attract trouble for yourself …"
The old man in the red robe obviously didn't agree with the old man in the green robe's opinion.
"That's enough, Senior brother. Why are you acting like the Sect Leader Martial Uncle, nagging …"
The old man in the green robe impatiently interrupted the words of the old man in the red robe. However, before he could finish his sentence, a terrifying pressure descended from the sky, causing his body to stiffen slightly. His words stopped abruptly.
"Who's that?"
The old man in the red robe also felt the terrifying pressure. He turned his head in shock to look at the source of the pressure. His expression became extremely ugly.
It was a black shadow. The reason why it was called a shadow was because its speed was too fast. It was impossible to see the true face of the black shadow clearly.
Previously, the black shadow was still a hundred meters away. However, in the blink of an eye, it appeared on the boulder. With another flash, it appeared in front of the White Flame Flower.
It was only when the shadow stopped that they could see it clearly. A slender figure, dressed in a black dress, an enchanting figure and a cold temperament. Her face was covered with a veil, causing others to be unable to see her appearance. However, as a whole, it gave people a peerless beauty.
That veil did not seem to cover the woman's appearance. Instead, it added a hazy sense of beauty.
"Are you asking me?"
The woman in the black dress plucked the White Flame Flower as if there was no one else around. Then, she slowly turned her head to look at the old man in the red robe.
"You … Demon … Witch …"
The old man in the red robe seemed to have recognized the identity of the woman in the black dress. He pointed at the woman and was speechless for a long time. His eyes were filled with fear.
"Oh, I forgot. The people of the Changtian Sect seem to have a deep impression of me. "
The woman in the black dress slightly curled up the corner of her mouth and said in a faint voice. That voice was very strange, as if it was filled with a mysterious magic power. It caused people to involuntarily develop various kinds of illusions, disturbing their sight and hearing.
"Junior Brother, run quickly. Go back and report to the Sect Leader Martial Uncle."
The old man in the red robe shouted loudly. Without saying a word, he turned around and ran. He used his speed to the extreme. In a few flashes, he had run a distance of fifty to sixty meters. He ran with all his might towards the outside of the valley.
As for the old man in the green robe, when he recognized the identity of the woman in the black dress, his face turned green with fear. His whole body trembled and he could not say a word. The first thing that came to his mind was to turn around and run. He did not even need his Senior Brother's reminder. He madly ran out of the valley …
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