Chapter 606: Chapter 606: Pill Furnace_1
A mont later, Greg Jensen arrived and pulled out the silver needles from Lesley Davis’s body.
“Cough, cough…”
Lesley Davis coughed violently a few tis, then said urgently, “Don’t… Don’t kill , I’m still useful.”
Greg Jensen said indifferently, “Tell , what use do you have? You have one minute.”
“I…”
Lesley Davis’s eyes suddenly lit up and said, “I can be an infiltrator for you, I can help you gather information on the Jiangnan conflict.”
Greg Jensen shook his head, indicating that it wasn’t enough.
Lesley Davis, anxious like an ant on a hot pan, clung to Greg Jensen’s legs and pleaded:
“Master Jensen, I beg you, spare . From now on, I’ll be your dog, doing whatever you ask.”
Greg Jensen looked down at him, frowned, and asked, “How is Jiangnan planning to deal with ?”
Lesley Davis knew this was his chance to prove his worth and dared not conceal anything, quickly saying:
“They originally planned to invite Grandmaster Walter Locke to deal with you, but Walter Locke is in seclusion and estimated to erge only after three or four months.
Therefore, they thought about inviting Healington over first. If the people from Healington can’t kill you, they’ll wait for Walter Locke to co out of seclusion.”
Three months?
It seed that he really only had three months left. Within three months, he must advance to the Foundation Establishnt level, only then would he have a solid chance to face Walter Locke.
Once he takes care of Walter Locke, he could take over the resources of Jiangnan’s eighteen cities.
By that ti, what dicinal ingredients wouldn’t be available?
Having made up his mind, Greg Jensen looked down at Lesley Davis, hesitated for a mont, then took out a Seven Star Pill and threw it on the ground.
“Eat it, then roll back to Jiangnan. If I don’t look for you, don’t contact . Understand?”
“Understood, understood!”
Without a second thought, Lesley Davis swallowed the elixir and then said with an embarrassed smile, “Master Jensen, just give your orders for anything—you can count on to do my best.”
“There’s nothing more, get lost.”
“Yes, thank you, Master Jensen, for sparing my life.”
Lesley Davis bowed again and again, then staggered down the mountain.
Greg Jensen then glanced again at the fresh grave, stood in silence for a long ti, and turned to descend the mountain.
He rode his flying sword back to the small inn from before. Before entering, he saw Keith Herbert erging from the shadows.
“Master Jensen, are you alright?”
“I’m fine; let’s talk inside.”
After returning to the room, Greg Jensen asked in detail about Healington. After Keith Herbert finished, Jensen couldn’t help falling silent.
Healington was not open to the public; aside from their wanderers, the rest seldom made appearances in the outside world, so their exact situation was unknown.
According to Keith Herbert, there should be around five cultivators at the entry level from Healington, apart from Keith Herbet and Archie Barnett who had just died, there should be three others.
Facing three entry-level cultivators, Greg Jensen was not entirely confident, and if he attacked Healington, it would certainly attract the attention of the sects behind it.
For him at this stage, attracting the attention of other cultivation sects was not a good thing.
“Healington, you have provoked ti and again; this account will be settled sooner or later.”
Greg Jensen narrowed his eyes, his mind starting to strategize about the affairs of Jiangnan.
This trip to Danu was very rewarding; he had gathered dozens of rare spiritual dicines, finally completing the ingredients for the Foundation Building Pill.
The surplus dicines could be used later to craft Spirit Pills.
The Foundation Building Pill and Spirit Pill had transcended the category of ordinary pills, belonging to the lower grade of Spirit Pills. To craft Spirit Pills, the previous thods would no longer suffice; he needed a proper pill furnace to do the job.
Where to get a pill furnace?
Greg Jensen was sowhat worried; the pill furnace ntioned here was not one of those modern crafts, but a true magic artifact.
The Pill Furnace was augnted by an array that could multiply the efficacy of the fla several tis over. With the addition of so special techniques to channel True Qi into the process, one was able to refine Spirit Pills.
Given the sa formula, the quality of the pills produced was directly tied to the choice of fuel, the alchemist’s level of expertise, and the quality of the Pill Furnace.
In the waning days of magic, the path to immortality had been severed and the cultivation world had dwindled into decay. Pill Furnaces, once a common sight, had now beco treasures that were sought after but rarely found.
Greg Jensen looked up, his eyes settling on the man sitting opposite him, Huang Lao Liu.
Made uncomfortable by his gaze, Huang Lao Liu forced a smile and said, “ntor Xu, why are you staring at like that?
If you have any instructions, just tell straight. Even if it ans walking through fire and brimstone, scaling a mountain of blades, or diving into a vat of boiling oil…”
“Stop, stop, stop!”
Greg Jensen quickly interrupted him, asking, “Do you know where I can find a Pill Furnace?”
“A Pill Furnace? You, old-tir, still know how to perform Alchemy?”
Huang Lao Liu’s eyes suddenly lit up. Alchemists were in heavy demand in any era, their presence in this twilight age of magic akin to that of a giant panda.
It was solely through its mastery of Alchemy that Healington had managed to thrive.
He’s made it!
Being associated with an alchemist, he could look forward to a prosperous future!
“Stop your nonsense; don’t ask what’s not your place to,” Greg Jensen replied impatiently. “Just tell , where can I find a Pill Furnace?”
“Well…”
Huang Lao Liu pondered for a mont before responding, “If you want to buy a Pill Furnace, you can only purchase it through the Yama Hall.”
“Yama Hall?”
Greg Jensen’s expression darkened; he had no fond mories of Yama Hall as he was the one who had destroyed Mystic Capital Hall.
Huang Lao Liu said with a smile, “ntor Xu, do you think Yama Hall is just an organization of assassins?”
“Isn’t it?” Greg Jensen asked, puzzled.
Huang Lao Liu chuckled and explained, “Of course not. Serving the mundane realm as assassins is just one aspect of them. The true Yama Hall is a business organization dedicated to serving cultivators.
Every year, they organize nurous marketplace trade fairs across the regions. The current Martial Way exchanges originally evolved from these fairs.”
“I see,” Greg Jensen replied, nodding thoughtfully.
After a quick calculation, Huang Lao Liu proposed, “There will be a marketplace in Daming City in three days. Shall we go check it out?”
After saying this, his expression changed as he cautiously added, “ntor Xu, about Healington…”
Greg Jensen shook his head and said, “Those people are dead. If they don’t return and no one sends a ssage, Healington will think they are still tracking us down.
For the ti being, they won’t send anyone else, so we should be safe for a while.”
Hissss!
Upon hearing this, Huang Lao Liu couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cold air. He had thought that Greg Jensen had eluded those two before returning, but to his surprise, he had killed them instead.
Although he had always looked down on martial fighters, he had to admit that those in the Foundation Establishnt realm posed a significant threat to those like them in the Qi Refinent Realm.
That ntor Xu could kill them both in a two-on-one fight was simply awe-inspiring.
Huang Lao Liu felt a secret relief in his heart, thankful that he had surrendered at the sight of the Flying Swords, or he would have ended up a corpse as well.
He tentatively asked, “So should we leave now?”
Greg Jensen looked at him as if he were a fool and said, “Aren’t you going to sleep?”
“Er…”
“Go back to your room and sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
The next morning, after having their fill of food and drink, the duo found a car rental and Huang Lao Liu drove towards Daming City.
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