Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 268

Chapter 268: Bone-melting Soul-transforming Ointment

Jiang Li’s knowledge of poison refining is limited to theory, with limited practice. He could teach Yu Feng, but it wouldn’t maximize its effectiveness.

Without maximum efficacy, the poison wouldn’t kill someone in the Foundation Establishment stage.

“So the Human Emperor wants me to teach this kid how to refine poison?” Huang Chengdan, the leader of the Spiritual Medicine Sect, hadn’t expected Jiang Renhuang to ask him for this.

While alchemy and poison are inseparable, it’s not right to order someone around like this. Our Black Medicine Sect long ago reformed and changed its name to the Spiritual Medicine Sect.

“You could go to our Refining Medicine Peak,” Bai Hongtu offered.

“The medicinal herbs you use at Alchemy Peak are too precious. We can’t afford them. It’s better to ask the Spiritual Medicine Sect for help.”

Seeing that his status in Jiang Li’s eyes surpassed that of Alchemy Peak, Huang Chengdan suddenly felt proud and arrogant. “I’m best at refining poisons… No, I mean, what kind of poison? Human Emperor, you decide!”

Jiang Li glanced at Huang Chengdan and introduced him, “This is Sect Master Huang of the Spiritual Medicine Sect, a cultivator in the Fusion Stage.”

Yu Feng was surprised to learn that the person he was introduced to was a cultivator in the Fusion Stage.

“Hello, Senior Huang.”

“I want to refine a bone-melting and soul-melting ointment. These are the ingredients.” Jiang Li displayed the poison, herbs, and black cat blood he had prepared.

“That’s easy. First, prepare a medicine furnace.” Sect Master Huang thought it was a piece of cake.

“If you don’t have a medicine furnace, you can make do with the stove.” Jiang Li led Yu Feng to a household’s stove.

No one in the town knew how to refine pills or poisons, so there were no medicine furnaces.

Huang Chengdan felt his prestige drop. “…The stove will do, too.”

He also knew that Yu Feng was a novice and didn’t have enough raw materials, so he could only use the most conservative and time-consuming method.

“First, heat it in a water bath, then grind the ingredients and add them, stirring as you go…”

Huang Chengdan, worthy of being the most accessible leader of the Spiritual Medicine Sect, taught alchemy methods that were incredibly easy for Yu Feng to master.

Yu Feng learned as he refined the medicine, and the alchemy theory Huang Chengdan imparted was something he had never encountered before.

A cultivator in the Fusion Stage wasn’t even paying attention.

Yu Feng added firewood and pumped the bellows. The crackling of the burning wood and the wheezing of the bellows echoed through the kitchen, until a shimmering, translucent gelatinous liquid appeared before everyone.

“It looks good, but I’m not sure how toxic it is. How about you try it?” Bai Hongtu suggested.

Jiang Li took out the Nine Revolutions Immortal Pill and said, “I’ll give it to you when I get back.”

Bai Hongtu quickly shut up.

Jiang Li rolled his eyes and hung up the communication talisman.

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Auntie, give me a meat bun.” Yu Feng arrived at the bun shop and bought another.

“Is this your second time here? How are they? Do you think they’re delicious?”

“Of course! This is the first time I’ve had buns this good. Are you hiring?”

“We’re short of help, come in and talk.” The old woman selling buns warmly welcomed Yu Feng and pulled him into the shop.

Yu Feng felt dizzy and dazed, and he collapsed to the ground.

When he awoke, he found himself bound, laid on a chopping board like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

A basin nearby held chopped raw meat, the pungent smell of blood piercing his nose. Yu Feng suspected it wasn’t pork, beef, or mutton… It was

a familiar place; Yu Feng had been here several times and had a deep impression of it.

It could be said that of the near-death experiences he faced at the beginning of his rebirth, this one was the most tragic.

“Have you found any trace of your three junior apprentices?”

Yu Feng heard the old woman talking to someone he had seen before: the human trafficker who had killed and eviscerated him!

“In reply to Master, they told me they were going to a small village in the mountains. I’m going there right now to check on them.”

“As the Senior Brother, I trust you to handle the situation. Don’t worry. Come, let’s cut this little guy up together.”

“Yes.”

The old woman selling meat buns was the Blood Sea Sect’s leader, at the first level of Foundation Establishment, and ran a bun shop. The trafficker was the Blood Sea Sect’s Senior Brother, at the ninth level of Qi Training, and ran a braised pork shop.

“How many people have you killed?” Yu Feng suddenly asked.

Seeing Yu Feng awake, the old woman wasn’t surprised, and sneered, “Can you count how many buns you’ve eaten?”

“Master, why bother telling him that? Just kill him.” The trafficker, impatient, approached Yu Feng with a butcher knife.

“Did you really think I was going to let you do the killing?” Yu Feng blew on his hands and feet, and the hemp ropes snapped, as if they had been cut by a knife.

“I was mistaken! I didn’t expect you to be a Qi training cultivator at the third level!”

The old woman was surprised and puzzled. Yu Feng, who was only at the third level, couldn’t hide his

abilities from someone like her, who was at the Foundation Establishment stage. How had he managed that? Of course, the old woman didn’t know. Yu Feng’s method of concealing his level was taught to him by Jiang Li, an expert in this field. As long as he didn’t use his magic power, he looked like an ordinary person.

“Qi training level, so what?” The traffickers dismissed him. How could a Qi training cultivator at the third level pull off such a trick right under their noses?

“Guess why I let you catch me on purpose?”

“This kid’s trick!” The old woman suddenly realized and launched a spell, but her arm suddenly lost its power, leaving the spell with only one-tenth of its power. Jiang Li’s voice echoed in Yu Feng’s ears, and he dodged the spell.

“What did you do?” The trafficker also tried to cast a spell, but it felt as if all his bones had been pulled out in an instant, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to exert any strength.

The old woman and the trafficker collapsed to the ground, their limbs bent into impossible positions, like boneless octopuses. They stared at the ceiling, unable to even move their heads.

The Bone-Melting Soul-Transforming Ointment, invisible and colorless, volatile in the scent of blood, initially appeared harmless. Only when mana was applied did it take effect, melting the victim’s bones.

The kitchen was a relatively enclosed environment, making the Ointment even more potent.

No matter how strong a Foundation Establishment cultivator is, without bones, they’re nothing more than a pile of rotting flesh.

Yu Feng had taken the antidote beforehand, and that was enough.

“Fellow Daoist, let’s discuss this. I’m the leader of the Blood Sea Sect. I can give you anything you want…” the old woman begged Yu Feng.

“Yes, yes, it’s all a misunderstanding. We have no grudges, so why make things so awkward…” The trafficker also wanted to save his life.

“No grudges? Your three junior brothers died at my hands. How can there be no grudges?”

“It was you!” The old woman and the trafficker stared wide-eyed, unaware of Yu Feng’s connection to the Blood Sea Sect.

They twisted their bodies like worms, but their bones had melted, making it difficult for them to exert any strength.

“Have you ever considered what the people you killed felt before they died?”

“Fellow Daoist, spare me.”

Yu Feng stopped talking and responded to their own actions, gagging them, ripping out the trafficker’s organs, and chopping the old woman’s body into eight pieces.

As they lost their breath and stopped struggling, Yu Feng felt a sense of relief, a sense of revenge.

(End of this chapter)