Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 195

Chapter 195: New Master of Alchemy Peak

“Jiang Li, Grandmaster was just talking casually, he didn’t mean anything else.” Seeing that Jiang Li had been silent, Bai Hongtu began to comfort him.

Jiang Li shook his head: “I know the Immortal Master means well, I just feel that he has something else to say.”

[Task issued: You and several Jindan cultivators form a team and go to southern Xinjiang to search for secret treasures. Unfortunately, your teammate is poisoned by the Disintegration Powder. A Jindan cultivator who takes this poison will collapse and rot to death within three days. The other teammates saw this and expressed their helplessness. The poisoned teammates also looked desperate, feeling that they had no hope of survival. As the team leader, you have to take the responsibility of rescuing your teammates. Fortunately, although there are many poisons in southern Xinjiang, there are also many herbs.]

[Please find the Qinxin Grass]

[This mission can be abandoned]

[Task rewards: a chance for enlightenment, a copy of “The Art of Wangqi”, fifty star silver stones]

[Note: This mission cannot be completed through the store]

The system issued the task again. For such tasks that can be abandoned, Jiang Li usually gives up. After all, the system has always believed that he is only in the Jindan stage, and the rewards given are really nothing to look at.

For example, a previous post had been posted about someone seeking alchemy as their apprentice, learning the art, and becoming a household name, slapping those who thought they couldn’t make it. The reward was an alchemy furnace that could be upgraded.

Another example was a post about a poetry recitation at a Wei State literary gathering. The Wei people, believing they were from the Great Zhou, only knew theories about immortality cultivation and knew nothing about poetry, mocked and disapproved of him. The system then let him shine at the gathering, composing a legendary poem and becoming the top poet. There was no reward for the task.

However, the system’s description indicated that at the gathering, a beautiful and talented woman, versed in poetry, had many admirers. Her only criterion for attracting men was who could surpass her in poetry.

The system also stated that abandoning this mission was not recommended.

Jiang Li had finally figured out the system’s pattern: anything he didn’t recommend abandoning was meant to help him find a confidante.

For example, he had previously helped Bai Ze Huang and won his heart.

Another example was winning the first prize at the poetry gathering, which would surely win the heart of this talented woman.

Incidentally, that day was Mid-Autumn Festival.

Jiang Li chuckled. If he’d gone on a quest and composed a poem other than Su Dongpo’s “Water Melody,” he’d have cut off his head and hung it in the water.

A quest as straightforward and boring as this, with a meaningless reward, was something Jiang Li would have given up on if he could.

What was the point? He wouldn’t do it.

But this time, the reward caught his attention.

The art of observing qi.

This was a lost art from the Nine Provinces, which Jiang Li had learned from the Immortal Eternal.

Everyone’s identity and future were different, and so was the qi above their heads. The average person had a light layer of white with gray. Desperadoes walking on the edge of a knife had a black-gold aura of wealth and danger. The emperors of the nine dynasties had a multicolored aura of dragons and tigers swirling around them.

Jiang Li wasn’t interested in the emperor’s aura. He wanted to see the aura of the entire world. Was it, as the books said, a wave-like, spiraling qi?

Jiang Li had originally considered buying medicine at the store to instantly complete the quest, but a system note dissuaded him.

But it doesn’t matter. The system isn’t the only one with medicine. This is the Dao Sect. How could the Dao Sect not have medicine?

“I’m going to Alchemy Peak,” Jiang Li said to the two, then turned and left.

“Is Master Su Feng here?” Jiang Li arrived at the main peak of Alchemy Peak. He didn’t see Su Wei, only Chi Wu Lu and the boy who was wiping Chi Wu Lu’s body.

“Hey, you can’t call me Master Su Feng anymore,” Chi Wu Lu boasted upon seeing Jiang Li. “He admitted that my alchemy skills surpass his, so he voluntarily abdicated and became the deputy sect master. Now I am the true master of Alchemy Peak.”

“When you wipe your body, you need to focus on certain areas. Don’t just wipe one spot all the time. Be thorough. Don’t just wipe here, wipe the sides too. Yes, yes, right here. It feels good—” Chi Wu Lu instructed the boy, asking her to wipe him thoroughly.

The boy looked desperate. What do you mean by focusing on certain areas and being thorough? Where exactly do you want me to wipe?

Although Chi Wu Lu had no face, Jiang Li could still hear the deep sense of enjoyment in his voice.

“So it’s Master Chifeng. I’m so sorry.” Jiang Li bowed in congratulations. “I wonder what Master Chifeng usually does?”

“As the Peak Master, I have the highest alchemy skills in Alchemy Peak. Of course I have to make alchemy. All Dao Sect disciples who need it come to me to make alchemy.”

“If you weren’t the Peak Master, you wouldn’t know how hard it is for a Peak Master. Eleven hours out of twelve hours a day need to be spent making alchemy. Now is a rare rest time.”

“What does Deputy Peak Master Su do?”

Chi Wulu sneered: “Him? Of course he has nothing to do. He can only study alchemy and strive to surpass me as soon as possible. It’s funny to see him looking so idle all day long. He doesn’t look like a Peak Master at all.”

The boy said while wiping his body: “Yes, yes, as the Peak Master of Alchemy Peak, making alchemy is the most important thing. After you became the Peak Master, all the disciples of Alchemy Peak praised you, saying that you are hardworking and a rare good Peak Master.”

Chi Wulu laughed when he heard this, and the extinguished fire in the furnace seemed to be rekindled.

Jiang Li understood that Su Wei was pushing all the dirty work onto Chiwu Lu, giving it the title of Peak Master while he retreated to study alchemy.

He wondered when Chiwu Lu, Peak Master Chi, would finally react.

Judging by Chiwu Lu’s intellect, it was likely a difficult situation.

“What brings you here, Emperor Jiang?” Having finally achieved his dream of becoming Peak Master, Chiwu Lu’s entire demeanor changed. He was no longer as timid and fearful of Jiang Li as before.

“I’m here to look for a herb called Qinxin Grass. I wonder if it’s in stock in the herb warehouse at Liandan Peak?”

“Qinxin Grass?” Chi Wulu thought for a while, and finally decided to ask the boy, “Do we still have Qinxin Grass?”

The boy was speechless: “Peak Master, you forgot, you were very hungry the past two days. I told you that you wouldn’t be hungry if you fell asleep, and you fell asleep. Who knew you had a habit of sleepwalking? You only slept for half an hour and you were still sleepwalking. You ran to the herb warehouse and ate a lot. I couldn’t stop you.”

“When you woke up, you asked me if the herb warehouse had moved to the main peak of Liandan Peak because you loved you so much that the herbs came here on their own.”

“I said it’s not that the herbs love you so deeply, it’s that you love the herbs so deeply that you merged the herbs with you in your sleep.”

“Oh, I remember now.” Chi Wu Lu’s mind had been completely preoccupied with alchemy lately, and he’d forgotten about this.

The boy pulled out a roll of paper from his bosom, densely packed with the names of thousands of herbs.

“This is because after you’ve consumed all the herbs, the herb library will be empty and need to be replenished as soon as possible. I seem to have seen Qin Xin Grass on the list.” The boy searched carefully and indeed found the name of Qin Xin Grass.

“Sure enough, you ate it all.”

Chi Wu Lu turned to Jiang Li and said, “I ate it all.”

(End of this chapter)