classifiedscript Chapter 462 - 261: Flower Vase, Forged! (Part 2)
Chapter 462 - 261: Flower Vase, Forged! (Part 2)
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In Tian Xinghuo’s mind, Black Sparrow Ancient Immortal’s face was entirely black, sitting on the bronze chair, holding the shivering Tian Xingguang, pinching Tian Xingguang’s face.
"What if we just go all out, find him, and get rid of him?"
Black Sparrow Ancient Immortal was furious, but still hadn’t lost her rationality.
With a flick of her single hand, eight water jars appeared out of thin air within the hall, quietly placed on the floor.
One of them was already half-collapsed, its contents depleted.
The other seven contained little Immortal Qi.
Black Sparrow Ancient Immortal quietly measured, what would it cost to find that genius alchemist from West State?
With the resources she held, with the disciples she trained, if she spared no expense, what power could burst forth in the present world?
After contemplating for a moment, her fiery heart cooled down... for now, it seemed she couldn’t do it.
"Ha, forget it."
She chuckled lightly, waved her hand and transformed the eight water jars into runes, storing them in her sleeve.
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By the riverside, Round Stone Ancient Immortal rolled his white eyes, too lazy to pay attention to his disciple.
The power an Ancient Immortal can unleash in the present world depends on oneself as much as it does on disciples.
Can Round Stone Ancient Immortal teamed with the King of Darkness defeat the West State Boss and his master?
Round Stone Ancient Immortal felt it was a tough call.
"From now on, stay away from West State City, and also West Ridge.
"Why rush?
"Time is on our side.
"Cultivate well, wait for your Sequence Seven Perfection, advance to Sequence Six, and return to West State, wouldn’t you then be invincible?"
"Or... maybe one day, someone will eliminate him?"
"In any case, bear with it, it’s nothing to worry about."
King of Darkness was puzzled.
Someone eliminates him?
What kind of person?
But Round Stone Ancient Immortal knew, some disciples taken in by Fallen Immortals, although they never acted, always lurking in the shadows without causing any disturbance, were indeed extraordinarily talented, strong as monsters!
Who knows what these monsters are doing now, where they’ve lurked?
Who knows if these monsters are stronger or weaker compared to that West State’s genius alchemist?
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In the cafeteria, Professor Zhang and the others understood the ins and outs, and laughed out loud when they saw the segment of Red Tube Grass collected by the materials department.
Regarding this matter, they’ll have to consult Chairman Chen Shu later, discuss how to publish a news, how to announce it to the world.
From now on, not only West State City, but even this vast West Ridge, will be within the West State Boss’s sphere of influence.
This vast West Ridge, barren and uninhabited, can very well accommodate hundreds or thousands of special laboratories!
In Professor Zhang’s mind, Qing Lu Ancient Immortal kept looking outwards, continuously scheming and calculating.
In the end, he arrived at a number.
"This probably amounts to... eight Dou? Nine Dou? Nine Dou of Primordial Immortal Qi?"
"This much?
"I don’t know who his master is, but he could really... strike it rich!"
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Under dark clouds, the gale howled.
Whoosh...
A car raced through the medicinal field, breaking through the mountain wind, heading deeper into the field.
Bai Mo sat in the carriage, occasionally looking out the window, spotting fiery red figures bustling in the medicinal field.
On top of the car was a large balloon blushing red... in fact, it was a mushroom ball, filled to the brim with blood-red Primordial Immortal Qi.
Whoosh...
Soon, the car stopped at the foot of the Jade Food Tree.
From the tree crown, huge suction cup tentacles dangled down, their round suction cups twitching gently, absorbing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi from the air.
Bai Mo got off the car, sensing with his Divine Sense.
"Hmm, still the same, producing 0.6 liters every day."
Turning back to the mushroom ball overfilled with blood-red Immortal Qi on the car roof, these nine Dou and three liters of Immortal Qi barely count as a small fortune for Fox Mountain.
"Ying ying ying."
The overalls leaped off the car, stood at his master’s feet, and looked up at him.
He just heard his master say, the freshly retrieved nine Dou and three liters of Primordial Immortal Qi couldn’t be used in the Alchemy Path, couldn’t be stored in Knowledge Containers.
What’s his master planning to do?
Bai Mo picked up his disciple, grinning.
"This thing, it’s like having a lot of money that you can hold, but can’t spend.
"But that’s okay."
He utilized the abilities of the Master of Communication, commanding the giant Fish Leg Grass overhead!
Soon, two long suction cup tentacles descended with the sound of wind, retrieving the huge mushroom ball from the car roof.
Fish Leg Grass, capable of absorbing anything, avoiding all taboos!
Absorbing and transforming this Primordial Immortal Qi, it can surely do so.
"Nine dou and three sheng, if it gets absorbed, can produce six dou?"
"Well, six dou it is!"
Bai Mo grinned.
"Washing from black to white, there’s always a loss, isn’t there?"
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"Ying ying ying!"
In the cafeteria, Black Gloves sat by the small stone table, finally eating the dumplings he had been dreaming of!
He stuffed one in his mouth, a specialty of Fox Mountain, wood ear mushroom dumplings, eating while bragging.
He boasted about his explosive defeat of Sequence Seven, clawing them one by one!
"Ao ao ao!"
On a small stone table nearby, Peach Blossom Eyes was gesticulating, speaking in riddles, boasting how he used his rich planting experience to sow Red Tube Grass in the deepest parts of the mine, absorbing all of the Primordial Immortal Qi.
Nearby senior and junior brothers listened wide-eyed as they ate dumplings, their ears perked, filled with longing.
"Ying ying ying, ao ao ao ao!"
Black Gloves, Black Nose, and Dark Circles, the three brothers, were at the edge of the cafeteria, tilting their heads and laughing secretly.
Master had just installed a new plant machine in the cafeteria, capable of automatically wrapping dumplings!
This machine had a large end and a small end. Stuff the dumpling filling and dough into the large end, and dumplings would drop out from the small end!
With this machine, they decided they could make more dumplings for the senior and junior brothers in the future.
Bai Mo sat at the edge of the cafeteria, eating dumplings while reading the literature on his tablet.
His knowledge in the field of "flowers" had accumulated significantly, seemingly able to form a container at any time, but felt it was slightly inadequate.
At this moment, he casually flipped through previous transcriptions.
[...Years ago, when I formed the Fruit Container, I increased my lifespan by fifty years, finally with enough life to study the Stem Container]
[Again, I spent more than forty years forming the lowest quality Stem Container, gaining fifty years of life]
[By that time, I had sixty full years to study the Flower Container]
[In fact, thinking back now, perhaps the last sixty years I could have spent more leisurely, doing things for the Immortal Dynasty, enjoying life myself, rather than relentlessly cultivating, letting cultivation and lifespan compete]
Seeing this, Bai Mo frowned.
"Could it be that he never succeeded in forming the Flower Container?"
In the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, forming a container within decades is considered normal speed.
Fifty to sixty years is relatively slow, forty to fifty years is average, thirty to forty years is considered genius.
[...Now, sixty years have passed, my end is near, yet the Flower Container is still far from forming]
[But at the verge of death, I understood the wilting of a flower]
[A fallen flower is like a dying person...]
This old immortal eloquently wrote a thousand words.
Bai Mo was fascinated, finished this page, and turned to the next.
Finally, after reading all his insights, it felt like he pierced through some window paper, understanding many things anew.
"So flowers have such an explanation?
"Does it need to be linked to life for comprehension?"
[...Knowing my end is not far, my heart is not so fearful instead. Dead is dead, I’m not the only one who falls on the Immortal Path. On Yellow Springs Road, I’m definitely not alone either, hahaha, just hope my insights can enlighten those who come after]
After reading the last sentence, Bai Mo closed his eyes.
A faint flower fragrance wafted around him, drifting into the cafeteria, making the disciples look up, turning their heads to look over.
There, above the master’s head, a new Bronze Great Tripod slowly formed!
At this time, Bai Mo’s mastery of knowledge became even more harmonious, without leaking any aura or triggering any celestial phenomena.
In just a moment, the Great Tripod was already forged.
Bai Mo waved his hand, collecting the tripod into his sleeve.
Seeing the eyes of disciples looking over, Bai Mo was dazed for a moment.
"What are you all looking at? Eat."
A moment later, he suddenly realized!
The disciples seemed to think forming a new knowledge container was important?
This... indeed, can’t say it’s not important.
Bai Mo grinned.
"Then... let’s bring out the orange wine brewed in the back kitchen and drink it, celebrate a little!"
The whole cafeteria immediately submerged in a sea of cheers from the disciples.
"Ying ying ying!"
"Ao ao ao!"
"Ying ying ying!"
Bai Mo grinned again, and continued reading the literature.
Only to see the old immortal had left other things as well.
[When I was young, I was reckless, with unreliable ideas]
[Regular grass has roots, stems, leaves, flowers, fruits, seeds, but could immortal grass have something else?]
[I even spent decades learning plant machinery in vain attempts to find the seventh type of Primordial Immortal Qi]
[With such a difficult problem, an ignoramus like me could not possibly achieve anything]
[But I also left gathered information here, for later generations, as a laughingstock]