Chapter 1309: Chapter 492: Alchemy Past_3
Yun Ziliang continued, "After I wandered and returned to Hidden Dragon Mountain, my junior brother often let me try the elixirs he refined."
"How were the effects?" Zhou Xuan asked.
"The effects, well, were stronger than eating the street’s Power Pills."
Yun Ziliang said, "The Power Pills on the street, are just mixed with some herbal powder, flour, and talisman ashes; eating too much is harmful to the body, but the elixirs my junior brother refined, even if they can’t be vouched for in other ways, at least won’t harm the body."
"So your junior brother’s elixirs are also fake pills?"
"Who says they aren’t?" Yun Ziliang said.
Zhou Xuan then remembered that when he first heard about "alchemy," he went back to the Jingyi Shop and asked Zhao Wuya whether alchemy was real or not.
Zhao Wuya angrily cursed, saying alchemy was the most shameless thing in the world.
Then Zhou Xuan also asked Yun Ziliang,
Yun Ziliang also said, "Alchemy is the most useless thing under heaven," suggesting that both had been deceived by Yun Ziliang’s junior brother’s "Alchemy Dao."
A fake Pill Master, spanning three hundred years, tricked the Dragon Seeking Grandmaster and the Dragon Seeking Little Disciple—could this be what the Taoists call "Karmic Connection"?
Yun Ziliang continued, "However, the elixirs my junior brother refined were not entirely useless. Three days before the massacre at Hidden Dragon Mountain, my junior brother refined a furnace of elixirs.
That furnace had only one elixir, glowing brilliantly with colors, and after consuming it, I felt as if I had entered a dream."
"What kind of dream?" Zhou Xuan asked.
Yun Ziliang said, "I saw a Fire Tower and then many demons and monsters appeared under Hidden Dragon Mountain, very terrifying."
"And then?"
"Then, the scenes in the dreams became blurry to me." Yun Ziliang said, "That dream lasted for a long time; when I opened my eyes again, three days had passed, and Hidden Dragon Mountain had suffered a bloody massacre."
As Yun Ziliang spoke, he recalled, "By the way, Xuanzi, my dream and your dream have one difference."
"What difference?" Zhou Xuan asked.
"You said in the dream, you were powerless, didn’t even dare to leap down a building dozens of feet high,
But I was different, in my dream, my powers were as if ’Will Descending,’ able to swallow the sun and moon, pluck the stars with my fingers, the lantern I carried bore no light or fire, I infused it with starlight, illuminating Hidden Dragon Mountain brightly..."
"Ho ho ho!"
While Yun Ziliang described his experience of consuming Human Pill, Danzi burst out laughing.
Zhao Wuya, standing up for his Grand Master, scolded, "Brat, why are you laughing?"
"Human Pills are not all the same."
"This Danzi, with his blood and flesh, crafted an elixir that allows you to rediscover Jing Country, but the Human Pill that old man consumed could only bring him anxiety and unease."
Danzi lifted his head, looking at Zhou Xuan with white eyes, saying, "What you saw was real," then pointing at Yun Ziliang, said, "What he saw was an illusion."
Zhou Xuan asked, "Both are Human Pills, why such a big difference?"
"No big difference, why do you think the Heavenly Dome grades elixirs into different levels?" Danzi said.
Zhao Wuya then stated, "Do you mean my Grand Master was tricked by the Junior Grandmaster into consuming a low-quality Human Pill?"
Danzi shook his head, solemnly saying, "Human Pill is a vast system, apart from differences in grade, there are also differences in types,
Some Human Pills are refined to disrupt a person’s disposition, causing confusion and mental chaos,
From what the old gentleman described about his dream, his junior brother’s Human Pill wasn’t of low grade, at least at the level of a Seventh-Level Noon Pill,
But the elixir he refined was mainly to disrupt the human heart."
Danzi remarked, "A Pill Master capable of refining elixirs above the seventh level isn’t common in Jing Country; old man, your junior brother has always been hiding his skills."
The implication was clear—before Yun Ziliang’s junior brother refined that Human Pill, he was already a skilled alchemist, but there had to be a reason for consistently refining fake pills.
"What purpose could he have? We Dragon Seeking Heavenly Masters lead carefree lives like drifting clouds."
Yun Ziliang murmured.
Zhou Xuan then asked Yun Ziliang, "Lao Yun, what’s your junior brother’s name? With such high-level alchemy skills, he can’t be a nobody in the alchemist circle."
"His name is Yun Ziyi, and everyone at Hidden Dragon Mountain calls him ’Master Ziyan.’"
"I can help you inquire if there’s a person named Yun Ziyi among the alchemists in Heavenly Dome."
Originally, Zhou Xuan was to meet Yun Ziliang and Li Changxun to verify with Danzi whether the dream was an effect of the Human Pill or reality in Jing Country.
Who would’ve thought it would uncover a past of Yun Ziliang, dragging out an alchemist named "Yun Ziyi."
"Alright, let’s first leave the stone temple." Zhou Xuan felt that continuing the secret meeting yields no further progress, so he waved his hand, wishing for the stone temple to sink, returning to the real space.
Danzi then asked, "Mr. Zhou, can we form a collaboration?"
"Let me think about the cooperation for another two days."
Zhou Xuan hadn’t made up his mind on collaborating with Danzi.
...
After the three left the stone temple, Zhou Xuan called Little Fuzi, then while in the Secret Realm, woke up the dozing Alchemist Bai Lu, agreeing to go out for breakfast together.
By this time, the sky had brightened considerably,
As they left the shop, the doors of Sister Cui’s Restaurant were tightly shut.
Little Fuzi asked, "Young Master, do you think Hua Zi has returned?"
"I don’t know, I will ask when Sister Cui’s place opens."
Zhou Xuan led everyone, heading east along the street, where there was a pancake shop that also sold soda pork soup, quite tasty.
The group headed towards that restaurant, halfway there, a paper horse shop was holding a funeral.
This funeral wasn’t for a customer but because the paper horse shop’s owner, Yu Guisheng, had died.
"How did Lao Yu suddenly pass away?" Zhou Xuan saw it was a neighbor’s passing, asked Mr. Li Bin for an incense stick and lit it for Lao Yu.
At the same time, he took two full bills from his wallet and placed them under the copper stove on the incense table.
Lighting incense, giving a gift, then paying respects to the deceased.
As townsfolk, this set of procedures needed to be completed.
Zhou Xuan walked around the coffin, planning to make a full circle and be done, but as he reached the front of the coffin, he froze,
He saw—a jade green ring on Yu Guisheng’s right thumb, engraved with the word "Longevity," the edge lined with pure gold.
This ring, Zhou Xuan had recently seen—after entering that dream space, he saw an old man burning hands and feet.
And among them, one severed hand wore a jade green ring, exactly like the one Yu Guisheng was wearing.
"So that dream was indeed not an illusion?"
Zhou Xuan, gripping the coffin, muttered.
And at this moment, a slippery hand slid over, entwining with Zhou Xuan’s right hand.
"Did Lao Yu come back from the dead?"
Zhou Xuan inexplicably felt a surge of disgust, immediately wishing to summon Bone Teeth to sever this hand...
