My Master is a God - Chapter 951

[Chapter 951: Refining the Blood-Reversing Pill]

“How is Yun’er?”

Yang Guozhong still looked extremely pale. All his injuries were healed by Yang Yiyu at the cost of the Water of Life, but there was no way to cure the hidden danger of the backlash of the soul. It looked that his condition was not good.

When Yang Yiyu was treating the injuries of his master Yang Guozhong and Meng Changqing, he summoned his father from the Qiankun Pot space. First, Yang Wentian was his master, and he also wanted to help and take care of him.

“Dad, don’t worry, Master and Old Meng are not in danger of life. The injuries will recover after a few days of recuperation.” Yang Yiyu used Yin-Yang Five Elements needles on Meng Changqing and Yang Wentian, and gave each of them three drops of Water of Life. They were no longer in danger.

At this time, Yang Wentian exhaled a breath of turbid air and opened his eyes. He and Meng Changqing had woken up long ago, but he found that Yang Yiyu had not woken up after treating his injuries and cooperating with the practice of the exercises to heal his injuries. Now he was indeed fine.

“Master~”

“Master~”

Yang Yiyu and his son stepped forward.

“Master, how are you feeling?” Yang Yiyu asked.

“Haha, what treasure did you give Master? He is fine now. It’s like a miracle.” Yang Wentian laughed as he opened his mouth. He didn’t take the loss of an arm seriously at all.

“Master, it’s all my fault. I have implicated you.” Yang Guozhong said while looking at Yang Wentian’s arm.

“Even if you hadn’t happened, the Yan family and I would have been fighting every day. Today I have fulfilled a wish. I have avenged my sister.” Yang Wentian looked at the sky with moist eyes, as if he was praying for his sister in the dark. Once Yan Jishan died, the Yan family would be finished. He avenged her.

“Master…” Yang Guozhong’s eyes were moist. He was lucky to have met a good master to live until now.

“Okay, stop being so fussy, kid. It’s you. What can I say to you? Blood formation practitioners always fail nine out of ten times. You… Sigh.” Yang Wentian looked at Yang Guozhong and couldn’t say anything, because as a master, he knew why his apprentice practiced the blood formation. It was for his wife who was forced into the forbidden area of the Yan family by the Yan family. But… now he didn’t know whether his wife was still in there, or whether she was still alive.

“I…” Yang Guozhong looked bitter and didn’t know where to start.

At this time, a sigh sounded: “The backlash of the blood formation has already hurt you. Now it’s impossible to stop. You can only continue to practice. Only by practicing the blood formation to the ninth level of Mahayana can you get rid of the fate of backlash.

This formation is a blood formation, and it is also an evil formation. If you can practice Mahayana, you can ask the Tao. If you retreat, you will turn into a pool of blood. It is indeed the most evil formation in the world. What level have you practiced now?”

It was Meng Changqing who woke up.

Similar to Yang Wentian, Meng Changqing also lost an arm, but his injury stabilized after Yang Yiyu’s three drops of water of life. After hearing Yang Guozhong’s words, he couldn’t calm down and said that his knowledge of the blood array had some disadvantages.

Yang Yiyu heard Meng Changqing’s description of the blood array, but his heart trembled more and more. According to what Lao Meng said, his father Yang Guozhong seemed to have taken a path of no return.

Practicing the blood array means going all the way to the end, and you can’t stop in the middle. You either go to the end of the blood array and practice to the ninth level of Mahayana and soar into the sky, or you stop and get backlashed and turned into a pool of blood.

This is no different from chronic suicide.

Turning around, Yang Yiyu was also nervously waiting for his father’s answer. On the other hand, Yang

Guozhong had a calm face. He knew the consequences from the beginning of practicing the blood array, but in order to break into the Yan family to find his wife, this road was nothing to him.

“It’s the third level of the blood array now.” Yang Guozhong replied.

Yang Yiyun took a deep breath when he heard this. The blood array was at the ninth level, but now he was only at the third level. There was still a long way to go before the ninth level. How would he go on? How far could his father go?

Yang Yiyun was very worried about this.

“What will be the consequences of Lao Meng’s third level of blood array, or what are the disadvantages? Since the matter is done, we can only let this brat persist. You know more about the way of blood array than I do. Please tell me.” Yang Wentian looked at Meng Changqing and spoke.

Meng Changqing pondered for a moment and said, “There are nine layers of the blood array, and every three layers are cut. Now is the first cut. Every cut will cause the blood to flow backward three times. As far as I know, the pain of the blood flowing backward in the blood array is like the pain of being pierced by thousands of swords. Each time is more painful than the last time. Few people can bear it. Those who can’t bear it will go crazy and their cultivation will plummet. In serious cases, their blood will backfire and turn into blood.

However, those who can hold on will greatly increase their cultivation strength. The first cut will cause the blood to flow backward three times, the second cut will cause six times, and the third cut will cause nine times. The main problem is the pain of the blood flowing backward. There is a way to solve this…”

“What is the solution?” Yang Yiyu couldn’t help asking. Since his father had already embarked on the path of practicing the blood array, if there was a way to solve it, he would try his best to help his father.

“Blood Reversal Pill.” Meng Changqing said three words.

“Blood Reversal Pill? Is there a recipe?” Yang Yiyu asked with an idea in his mind.

“Yes, I already have the formula for the Blood Reverse Pill. When the poisonous insects occupied my dantian, I thought about practicing the blood formation to break through and expel the poisonous insects, but I was not sure or could not find an alchemist who could refine the Blood Reverse Pill, so I gave up.

The formula and materials are easy to find, but refining the Blood Reverse Pill is not easy. The Blood Reverse Pill is a high-level pill, and there are very few alchemists who can refine it. I heard that there is an alchemy master in the Adventure Hall, but it costs too much to ask an alchemy master to refine the pill, and he may not be able to refine it, and he may not be sure to refine it.”

While speaking, Meng Changqing took out a jade slip and handed it to Yang Yiyu.

Yang Yiyu quickly took it and scanned it with his spiritual consciousness. After a moment, he opened his eyes and smiled, saying, “I can refine this pill, but I still lack some spiritual medicine.”

“Uh… Grandson, can you refine the pill?” Yang Wentian was surprised first.

None of them knew Yang Yiyu’s attainments in alchemy.

Yang Yiyun grinned and said, “Master, I know a little bit about the art of formation, but I am certainly not as good as you and Lao Meng. However, I am confident in the art of alchemy.”

Yang was modest, but his words were full of confidence. He did think it was difficult to refine. After reading Meng Changqing’s recipe, he realized that it was indeed more difficult than ordinary elixirs. The refining of elixirs was almost harsh, and there was a main ingredient called Huaxuecao, which did not require purification, but was directly condensed in other liquid medicines when the elixir was formed. This was a difficulty.

But for Yang Yiyun, it did not seem difficult. In his mind, he had the complete experience of alchemy taught by his master Yun Tianxie, and there were no less than a hundred solutions for the methods of condensing and refining various spiritual medicines.

The difficulty in the eyes of others did not exist in his hands. He was 90% sure that he could refine the Nixue Pill.

“Master, this is the elixir needed for the Nixue Pill recipe that I have collected over the past few hundred years. Since you can make it, it can be considered as my contribution to the sect.” As he spoke, Meng Changqing took out a Qiankun bag and handed it to Yang Yiyu.

“Thank you, old Meng.” Yang Yiyu bowed solemnly to Meng Changqing.

“No, no~” Meng Changqing hurriedly supported Yang Yiyu.

But Yang Yiyu still forced him to bow in his heart, and then he spoke seriously: “This gift does not represent the master, but a son’s gratitude for his father’s great kindness.”

Yang Wentian nodded secretly, Meng Changqing looked relieved, he Meng Changqing did not follow the wrong person, Yang Yiyu was a man of affection and righteousness.

As for Yang Guozhong, he felt more and more guilty about his son. He had not seen him for more than a decade, and after meeting him, he still caused trouble for his son.

“By the way, old Meng, my father’s soul was severely damaged by the backlash. Is there any way to treat it?” Yang Yiyu looked at his father and asked about the current situation of his father Yang Guozhong’s injury.

“It doesn’t matter. After the backlash of the blood array is over, it will be a nirvana, and it will recover in the future. If you can successfully refine the blood-reversing pill and repair the backlash, it will naturally be fine.” Meng Changqing explained.

When Yang Yiyu heard this, he immediately said, “I will refine the blood-reversing pill now.”

Compared with entering the Yan family’s forbidden land to find his mother, the injuries of his parents are more important at the moment. After refining the blood-reversing pill for him, Yang Yiyu can enter the Yan family’s forbidden land with peace of mind.

To the surprise of Yang Wentian and the other two, Yang Yiyu waved his hand to take out the Taishang Dan furnace, turned on the furnace and made a fire, and purified the spiritual medicines one by one, all in one go, without any sense of disobedience.

After a day and a night, Yang Yiyu sat in front of the Dan furnace and shouted softly: “The Dan is done~”

Then a finger-thick lightning struck down from the sky.

“Is it the Dan Jie…”

Yang Wentian and the other two exclaimed, and only then did they realize that Yang Yiyu’s way of refining the alchemy was far beyond their imagination.

(End of this chapter)