"You haven't even mastered the Exorcism Spell and you're already learning to refine pills. What a joke." Patriarch Acheron finally couldn't help but mock him.
"Didn't you say that raising your realm is the most important? Aren't you in a hurry to control these spells?" Ye Kong snorted and simply didn't use the Exorcism Spell. He grabbed the fruit with his hand and directly burned it on the small fireball.
"Of course it's important to raise your realm, but these spells can't be left idle. The ability to control various elements is also very important. This will not only help you raise your realm, but it will also be of great help when fighting enemies. For example, a beginner spell is an ice bomb, which is a small ice ball. If your ice manipulation ability is strong, you can turn the ice ball into ice needles. Think about it, ice ball or ice needles, which one is more powerful? "
"Oh, what you said makes sense. But I don't have many incantations for the basic spells of the five elements." Ye Kong's incantations were the ones he snatched from Fan Jiushe, "Ice Bomb Spell", "Fireball Spell", "Quicksand Spell", and nothing else.
Patriarch Acheron said generously, "I can teach you other spells." Then he frowned and said, "But this is really not a place for cultivation."
Ye Kong nodded. Patriarch Acheron was right. To practice these spells, he had to keep using and releasing them, but how could he use them in his own home? Was he going to throw fireballs everywhere in the house? Wasn't he out of his mind?
Patriarch Acheron comforted him, "But these are not urgent. The most important thing now is the realm. When the realm increases, you can go to the wilderness to practice spells … Hey, can you not burn that thing? It smells terrible! "
Ye Kong looked at the fruit in his hand again and saw that it didn't turn into liquid at all. Instead, a large piece was burnt black, and at the same time, a burnt smell filled the whole house.
Fortunately, the spirit cultivator could spread out the smell, so Ye Kong didn't need to open the window to breathe.
"I can't refine a natal magic weapon before reaching the Core Formation Realm, but can't I make pills?" Ye Kong threw the burnt fruit to the ground in frustration.
"Yes, but I have to use tools."
"Tools?" Ye Kong wondered.
"It's an alchemy furnace! You're such a dumbass! "
Ye Kong had no hope of refining pills, so he could only sit at the side in a daze and watch Patriarch Acheron continue to burn the fruit, removing the impurities inside, and the liquid became even more green.
The grains melted quickly, but it took time to refine them. The two of them didn't say anything. Ye Kong just stared blankly at Patriarch Acheron's mechanical movements.
After a while, Patriarch Acheron suddenly asked, "You mentioned those ruffians just now … Why have I never seen them before?"
"Hmm?" Ye Kong was stunned for a moment before he understood what Patriarch Acheron was asking. He smiled and replied, "I'm talking about hooligans or gangsters, not ruffians."
"Is there a difference?" Patriarch Acheron looked at Ye Kong and asked again, "Like the Lu brothers?"
"No, no, no. They're just ruffians, not the real ruffians I'm talking about. Real ruffians should be very loyal and loyal. They can spend money together, eat together, and take on difficulties together. They're not brothers, but they're better than brothers. They won't frown even if they have to stab their brothers."
"Spend money together, eat together, and take on difficulties together … They're not brothers, but they're better than brothers … They won't frown even if they have to stab their brothers …" Patriarch Acheron chewed on these words and fell into deep thought.
After a while, he waved his hand and flicked away the impurities that appeared again. He asked, "Are there such good people in this world? I don't believe it. I've lived for a hundred thousand years and all I've seen is killing for treasures. Even if it's a father, a son or a brother, the best of friends will turn against each other for a pill. Even if it's a husband and wife, it's for dual cultivation. If there's a better dual cultivation partner, one party can kill the other without mercy. Everyone only pursues the advancement of their realm. For this goal, they don't even need to consider killing all their relatives and friends, killing everyone in the world. "
"Isn't that like beasts?" Ye Kong asked and corrected himself. "No, they're not beasts. Even a vicious tiger won't eat its cubs."
Patriarch Acheron shook his head and laughed. "You're still childish. What's the difference between humans and beasts? It's natural selection and survival of the fittest. Humans live to become stronger. "
"What's the point of becoming stronger?"
"To live longer."
"Then why do you live so long?"
Patriarch Acheron sneered. "Then you can kill more people, snatch more treasures, become stronger … and finally ascend to the Immortal World."
"Is that the purpose of life? Was this the only thing a person could pursue? There are so many things more precious than life! " Ye Kong had never been a philosopher. He wasn't a kind person on Earth either. However, he couldn't accept the rules of Cang Nan Continent's Immortal World.
Ye Kong was a little excited. Patriarch Acheron roared, "That's right! This is the pursuit of all Immortal Cultivators in Cang Nan Continent! The most precious thing for a person is their own life! As long as it's for their own survival, they can kill anyone! "
"Forget it, forget it. I won't argue with you." Ye Kong waved his hand. "Anyway, I won't become such a person. I don't like those so-called Immortals who are so selfish and heartless that they're inhuman."
"That's why I said you're childish." Patriarch Acheron snorted. He raised his hand and waved. The millet seeds formed a rice dragon and flew into the fire …
"But I kind of like the kind of hooligan you mentioned," Patriarch Acheron muttered to himself.
Ye Kong said, "I'm not a hooligan. As long as we're sincere friends, I'm fine. It's just that I'm a hooligan, so I see more …"
Patriarch Acheron didn't want to talk to him anymore. He shouted, "Hurry up and prepare a jade bottle to store the elixir pills!"
Ye Kong was stunned. "Jade bottle? No. "
"Then what should we use to store it? Go and get two small bowls. "
After a while, Ye Kong brought two small porcelain bowls. At this moment, the millet had turned into liquid. Then, Patriarch Acheron took the small sword Dharma artifact.
"Divide!" Patriarch Acheron shouted in a low voice. The small sword in his hand slashed out quickly. The liquid of the millet fruit was evenly cut into eight pieces.
Once the flame was put away, the liquid of the millet and the millet stuck together and quickly condensed.
Patriarch Acheron raised his hands and made a rubbing motion. He shouted, "Done!"
The green liquid was already surrounded by the millet white liquid. It spun rapidly and slowly fell into the small bowl, producing a crisp sound.
"Clang." A white elixir the size of a finger spun in the porcelain bowl. Then, with another clang, another elixir fell.
"This is the Pill of Fasting." Ye Kong picked up a white elixir and sized it up curiously.
The elixir was as white as jade. Its surface had a white porcelain luster. Because it had just been formed, it was warm in his palm. However, it wasn't scalding. At the same time, there were wisps of white smoke rising. When he sniffed it, the fragrance of rice whetted his appetite.
"I really didn't expect that such a disgusting millet fruit could be refined into an elixir. It's quite fragrant," Ye Kong praised.
"Be careful. Poison can also be fragrant. Otherwise, why would I trick you into swallowing it?" Patriarch Acheron rolled his eyes and said something strange.
Ye Kong said, "Others might harm me, but you wouldn't. We are friends. We spend money together, eat pills together, and shoulder difficulties together."
"You just said that we're fighting to shoulder it. How did it become fighting to shoulder it together?" Patriarch Acheron said unhappily.
"You remember it so clearly? Alright, I'm afraid of you. I'll fight to shoulder it. "
Patriarch Acheron smiled slyly. "Don't worry. I'm old and my legs aren't good. When the time comes, I definitely won't be able to win against you."
"Wow, you're so selfish. Be careful of being struck by lightning."
According to Patriarch Acheron, one Fasting Pill could ensure that one wouldn't eat for five days. Today, he was going to refine 50 of them, which meant that he wouldn't need to eat for 250 days. That was quite a lot. He wouldn't need to come out of seclusion for more than half a year.
Patriarch Acheron refined 10 of them and began refining the second batch. Seeing that Ye Kong was still watching, he scolded, "You brat. I'm working hard to refine pills so that you can increase your realm faster, but you're wasting time. Don't you know that time is like a sponge that needs to be squeezed?"
"Wow, you even know about sponge?"
"I heard you say it last time," Patriarch Acheron said with a smile.
"Then let me teach you another thing." Ye Kong scurried onto the couch like a monkey and said with a smile, "Time can be squeezed like a woman's cleavage."
Patriarch Acheron laughed again and scolded in annoyance, "Why aren't you cultivating when you know this? You can use Dharma artifacts when you reach the fourth level. Don't you want to go out and explore? To see the real Immortal Cultivation World? "
"Alright, alright. I got it. I'm just afraid that you'll be bored alone. Since you don't want me to talk to you, I'm going to cultivate." Ye Kong pouted, sat cross-legged, and began to cultivate.
Patriarch Acheron knew that he had wronged him. When he thought about how Ye Kong had not cultivated because he was afraid that he would be bored, he had a strange feeling in his heart.
The green Nascent Fire was still burning silently. A small bowl on the couch was already filled with white elixirs, but Patriarch Acheron felt uneasy.
He had already entered a state of cultivation. This is a good opportunity! A voice that sounded like a poisonous snake kept ringing in Patriarch Acheron's mind.
Yes, Patriarch Acheron would not kill him. If there was no opportunity to possess him, Patriarch Acheron would not make a move.
However, Ye Kong had forgotten that Patriarch Acheron had the Great Soul-Searching Technique! Patriarch Acheron could take this opportunity to control him and use the Great Soul-Searching Technique to learn Ye Kong's secret from his mind. Then, he would know how to control the golden light, and then he could possess him.
Of course, he might fail. However, Patriarch Acheron had so many wronged souls under his command that he never cared about killing a few more Qi Refining Realm trash.
Moreover, he could use the Great Soul-Searching Technique to obtain this guy's ability to speak Chinese. Even if Ye Kong died, Patriarch Acheron could take the Five Elements Immortal Ascension Sutra to find another cultivator with five spiritual roots.
The Nascent Fire was still burning, but Patriarch Acheron turned his head to look at Ye Kong more frequently … He no longer flicked out the impurities. His eyes became more and more stagnant as he looked at Ye Kong. His pupils shrank to the size of needle tips, and there was a blood-red fanaticism in his eyes …
Kill him. Don't be threatened by him. Get his cultivation method, occupy his body, and the Spiritual Qi that should belong to you! Finally, there is the possibility of ascension … All these will be yours! Patriarch, why are you still hesitating? You've never been so softhearted. You've killed hundreds of Core Formation cultivators. He's just a cultivator at the second level of the Qi Refining Realm. Hurry up!
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