Chapter 82: Stunning News

  Today is the third watch...

  Zhang Chong stood there, his right hand slowly raised, flat and stretched out in front of his chest, palm up. Then, his fingers began to move lightly. His slender fingers were like butterflies fluttering about, dancing non-stop. As they danced, a series of faint, almost imperceptible breaths slowly formed in the center of Zhang Chong's palm. Amidst these swirling breaths, a tiny white dot gradually took shape.

  The white spot grew larger and larger, forming a regular circle, radiating a crystal clear light. At this moment, the White Yang Dan suddenly took shape. On top of the dan, a flowing light overflowed with colors, dazzling the eyes.

  Zhang Chong, who was standing there, refining himself, at that moment, was like a handsome young master, with a particularly extraordinary spirit.

  "It turns out that Baiyang Dan can be refined in such a way." Ren Chuanyu stared at this unbelievable scene, standing still like a wooden chicken, muttering to himself.

  While Bai Li was not far away, looking at Zhang Chong's refining White Yang Dan, he also had endless emotions. He saw that there were too many mysterious places on Zhang Chong's body. The method of setting up a battle array with the symbol array, and refining White Yang Dan with one hand, these are not quite like the methods of this generation, but rather like those passed down from ancient times. In his understanding, these refining methods must not be possessed by the demon tribe alone. Then where did Zhang Chong learn from, and what was his purpose in coming to the Yang realm? About these things, he couldn't know.

  However, Bai Li thought about these things in his heart, but he didn't want to ask Zhang Chong directly. He understood that if Zhang Chong really had a mysterious master, then not mentioning it meant that the master didn't want to be known by others. If so, then he also didn't want to take the risk of offending this master. Moreover, his personality was like a carefree cloud or crane, not liking to get involved in other people's affairs.

  In Ren Chuangyu's hand, he held the Baiyang Dan refined by Zhang Chong, carefully admiring it and occasionally uttering words of praise. This Baiyang Dan was not only far superior to his own refined Baiyang Dan, but also the most perfect elixir he had ever seen.

  Zhang Chong also subtly adjusted his breathing, feeling a sense of emotion in his heart. He didn't expect that although he hadn't practiced refining the White Yang Pill for a long time due to his cultivation of controlling fire and formations, his pill-refining skills had actually increased greatly. At this rate, within half an hour, he could already refine one White Yang Pill.

  It seems that one's own strength has indeed become much stronger than before.

  "How many White Yang Pills would it take to replace the Spiritual Grain?" Zhang Chong thought for a moment, then asked another extremely simple question. Although he understood alchemy, he knew very little about the purpose of this pill.

  Although Ren Chuanyu felt that this question shouldn't be asked by a great alchemy master like Zhang Chong, he still bowed respectfully and said:

  "Master Zhang smiled and said, 'The effect of this White Yang Pill is far superior to that of the Spiritual Grain. If it were to be used as a substitute, one White Yang Pill could replace three days' worth of Spiritual Grain.'"

  Oh, I see. Zhang Chongdeng suddenly felt enlightened, although he was called "Master" by Ren Chuanyu, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable. However, seeing the admiration in Ren Chuanyu's eyes, it was clear that he wouldn't want to change this title. At this point, he also smiled and said, "In that case, every two days, I'll refine a White Yang Pill for each of you."

  In his heart, he thought that refining the White Yang Dan would not only increase his own strength but also allow others to use it as a substitute for spiritual grain, making it a win-win situation.

  Little did he know, as soon as he said this, his image instantly rose in everyone's eyes.

  At this time, Ren Chuanyu's face turned bright red, and he stared at Zhang Chong for a long time. His eyes were like those of a wolf or tiger, making Zhang Chong's hair stand on end before he finally spoke up.

  "Master Zhang, I have been practicing alchemy for over a decade, but unfortunately, I haven't met a wise teacher and haven't made any progress. May I ask if Master Zhang would be willing to accept me as his disciple and teach me the art of empty-handed alchemy?"

  This sentence can be said to be a great taboo in the world, for those who practice it, these methods are considered precious treasures. Even if one is admitted as a disciple, they may not necessarily be able to see the complete method of the school, because these are the foundation of each school's existence. If they lose these, their competitiveness will suddenly disappear.

  However, Zhang Chong's response was astonishing to everyone. As soon as he understood Ren Chuanyu's meaning, he immediately chuckled and patted Ren Chuanyu's shoulder with his palm, saying:

  "What's difficult about this? We're brothers, if you want it I'll pass it on to you. As for taking in a disciple, that can be spared."

  It's true that what comes easily can also be let go of easily, without any heartache. Moreover, in Zhang Chong's eyes, Lin Hai and the Eight Immortals were like brothers to him, so this small request was naturally something he could help with. And as for the Sleeping Heart Scripture, it only told him about the cultivation method, but didn't restrict him from telling others.

  His words were like a sudden clap of thunder, shocking everyone present. Bai Li was even more amazed, and he became increasingly convinced that Zhang Chong had such a demeanor, there must be an extraordinary figure behind him who was not bound by the ordinary rules of the world. Otherwise, even the great sects of Shu Mountain and Qingcheng, which were revered by cultivators, would not have the audacity to casually impart their secrets.

  As a loose cultivator, at the level of Golden Core, Bai Li was more aware than anyone else of the importance of techniques to one's cultivation, and even determined his future prospects and fate.

  But the current situation is that, scattered cultivators have gone through countless difficulties to find a suitable technique for themselves, but they have not been able to find one. On the other hand, in the various major sects, there are countless techniques that have been sealed away and even lost because no one has been found to cultivate them. Many ancient powerful techniques have thus disappeared without a trace.

  Just imagine, if the various sects of the Xian and Mo Tao had such broad-mindedness as Zhang Chong and his master, how could the path of cultivation become increasingly narrow?

  At this thought, Bai Li couldn't help but applaud and praise.

  "Zhang Chong's young brother is so young, yet he has such a broad mind. Bai is impressed. Indeed, it is true that a good teacher produces excellent students."

  This sentence, however, made Zhang Chong hear something strange. Would he teach his own skills to benefit everyone? This kind of harmless thing, what does it have to do with magnanimity? It seems that this Bai Li, although a Jindan-level cultivator, is also a flattering person. He probably wants to flatter Ge by saying a few words and get some Baiyang Dan in return. That's not going to work, Ge is absolutely fair and impartial on this point.

  The problem of spiritual grain was solved, and everyone began their own cultivation again. On this day, however, Luo Mudan came to actively seek out Zhang Chong.

  "Little brother Zhang Chong," Luo Mudan leaned in close to Zhang Chong, her breath as sweet as orchids, almost touching his face with her lips, and smiled.

  "Can you also supply me with Baiyang Dan?"

  Zhang Chong ignored her sweet and gentle voice, instead quickly jumping away and looking at her said:

  "You're here to capture me, why should I give you White Yang Dan?"

  "That's all in the past now. Besides, I'm not your opponent anymore. You can be magnanimous and help me out, a poor girl. You can get whatever you want from me."

  Luomudan said this, twisted her slender waist, showing off her elegant figure, and thought of leaning slightly towards Zhang Chong.

  Zhang Chongyi's eyes gleamed with a green light, like a wolf's, as he looked at Luo Mudan up and down. He seemed to want to swallow her whole. There was even the sound of him swallowing saliva in his mouth. He asked...

  "Really think you can get whatever you want?"

  Luomudan's expression turned even more gentle, quietly and fearlessly meeting Zhang Chong's wolf-like gaze. Then, with words laced with endless shyness, she said...

  "You're really bad! I've already said it, and you still have the nerve to make me say it again?"

  "That's good then."

  Zhang Chong heard this and wiped his mouth, saying:

  "Alright, I won't make things difficult for you either. You can just exchange it with the treasures on your body at the market price of Baiyang Dan."

  As soon as this sentence came out, Luo Mudan almost fell over and was petrified on the spot.

  She touched her face with a lack of confidence, and secretly thought to herself, when did those days of elegance leave me far behind, making me no longer bright and charming?

  At this time, Liu Shaobo brought him a stunning piece of news.