Luck taken away? It doesn't matter, I quietly become a god

Chapter 512 Sunset Senior Brother, May You Return Home Soon (10,000 words updated today!)

On Mount Zhanming.

Leng Mingjing suppressed the metallic sweetness and itchiness in his throat. The lingering aroma of tea in the bamboo house dispelled the traces of blood in the air.

When he looked up again, he saw the 'sun' setting in the west.

...That's the direction of the Jinghong Dynasty.

"Thank you."

In the distant Jinghong Dynasty, atop the towering Phoenix Terrace, the Empress tucked her right arm, marked with a scorching divine fire imprint, into her wide sleeve.

She gazed at the distant horizon, her expression unchanged: "Protecting the people of Zhongzhou is also my duty."

……

On the wasteland outside Songhua Town.

“Wei’er…” The old man with a full head of white hair hunched over, his voice hoarse, staring blankly at the place where the light last disappeared, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

"Elder Yan, please accept my condolences." Rong Shu had never met Elder Yan of the Danxian Sect, but judging from the situation, he could guess about 70-80% of the old man's identity. "We discovered it too late and were unable to save Miss Yan."

"No, no..." Elder Yan closed his eyes with a sorrowful expression: "I know that once someone is corrupted and bewitched by the Nightmare Clan, whether they are a mortal or a cultivator, there is no possibility of salvation..."

"It's a pity that despite my tireless efforts to get here, I still... failed to see Wei'er one last time! Wei'er was proud by nature; she didn't want to die with an ugly body, and she certainly didn't want... me to see her like that..."

Yan Youwei became a parasitic host, and Rong Shu and Luo Ri tried their best, but could only awaken her consciousness temporarily.

Her hatred for Huo Yihan fueled her revenge, but due to her own actions, she implicated many innocent women who became parasitic mothers, and indirectly caused the deaths of six fellow disciples of the Danxian Sect... Yan Youwei could not forgive herself.

For Yan Youwei, death was a form of atonement and liberation.

The members of the Nightmare Suppression Team scattered to clean up the battlefield, taking away even the smallest blade of grass and tree to prevent leaving behind any trace of nightmare energy.

Rong Shu returned and worked with the Nightmare Suppression Team to deal with the battlefield. Occasionally, he would glance in the direction where Yan Youwei had disappeared and sighed, "So, the Nightmare Clan, born from the parasitic mother, has to fight back against the parasitic mother from birth. They want to sever their connection with the parasitic mother and personally eliminate their own fatal weakness."

"But if the parasitic mother kills the Nightmare Clan she gave birth to, the latter will be completely destroyed and will never have a chance to be resurrected."

Huo Yihan actually had a chance to escape, but he was too crazy and too arrogant.

More importantly, the reason he stayed was not to protect Yan Youwei, who was the parasitic mother, but to kill her at the right time to eliminate any future troubles.

Originally, he wanted to instruct Silver Moon Nightmare to 'kill her,' referring not to Rong Shu, but to Yan Youwei.

Rong Shu: "It's ridiculous. He used Yan Youwei as a tool, but in the end, he died at Yan Youwei's hands."

Despite all of Huo Yihan's scheming, it all came to nothing; he was truly dead this time.

Even so, Rong Shu still thoroughly explored the surrounding area for hundreds of miles, leaving no stone unturned, even underground.

The captain of the Nightmare Suppression Team said, "Once this matter is settled, I will report it to the three great dynasties, record it, and pass it down from generation to generation. It will become a major discovery for the human race in its fight against the Nightmare Clan. I believe that the princess will also be commended by the dynasty for her great contribution."

Rong Shu shook his head: "The people who deserve the most credit are not me, but Yan Youwei and Senior Brother Luo Ri."

Yan Youwei has died and her cultivation has vanished, and the current situation of Senior Brother Luo Ri is also not optimistic.

The captain of the Nightmare Suppression Team nodded: "Yes, I will explain the whole story to my superiors."

"...Junior Sister Rong! Come quickly and see Sunset!" Qingniao's anxious voice came, holding Sunset's dim and lifeless Nascent Soul figure in her hands.

Rong Shu scanned with his divine sense: "...Senior Brother Sunset's divine ability is [Afterglow Protection], which happens to be a defensive divine ability. However, he has been corrupted by the nightmare energy for too long and has also consumed his nascent soul's essence. His nascent soul is already showing signs of disintegration..."

"But if we had more Nascent Soul Pills, we might be able to stop the Nascent Soul from collapsing. However, I have already used up all the Nascent Soul Pills I have."

The seventh-grade pill, the Nascent Soul Pill, can solidify the nascent soul and is most effective in restoring damage to the nascent soul.

In the battle against the evil demon tide in Buzhou Domain, many Nascent Soul and Deity Transformation cultivators were injured. Some even abandoned their destroyed physical bodies, keeping only their Nascent Soul figures in order to rebuild their bodies.

In this situation, Ningying Dan became a hot-selling item.

The several bottles of Nascent Soul Pills that Rong Shu originally carried were given to her by Xiao Zi'an, in order to ensure that she could receive timely treatment should she suffer serious injuries to her Nascent Soul.

At Wuqu Pass, in order to save those Nascent Soul cultivators from Zhongzhou who were on the verge of collapse, Rong Shu could not remain indifferent. So he kept only three for himself as spares and sold the rest.

"I have two Nascent Soul Pills here. Please give them to my young friend Luo Ri." Elder Yan suppressed his grief, took out a pill bottle from his sleeve, and handed it to Rong Shu.

Xuanhe immediately cupped his hands in thanks: "I thank Elder Yan on behalf of Luo Ri. He is poor and has no spirit stones to repay, but I will help this kid repay the money for the pills."

Bluebird: "I also have spirit stones, I can help Sunset repay a portion later."

"No need for thanks." Elder Yan's tone was low. "It is I who should thank Young Friend Sunset. If it weren't for him, my granddaughter... would probably have been foolishly used to death. It was Young Friend Sunset who preserved my granddaughter's dignity before she died."

Rong Shu accepted the two Nascent Soul Pills given to him by Elder Yan, wrapped the pills in gentle spiritual energy, and then injected them into the Nascent Soul figure in the setting sun.

The group stared intently at Luo Ri's nascent soul. The faintly visible nascent soul gradually solidified, but Luo Ri showed no signs of waking up.

Rong Shu said solemnly, "No, although the Nascent Soul has become more solidified, Senior Brother Luo Ri forcibly activated his divine power at the cost of consuming the Nascent Soul's essence, causing too much damage. Two Nascent Soul Pills are far from enough."

Elder Yan also examined the situation carefully and concluded: "Time waits for no one. If we don't have more Nascent Soul Pills, I'm afraid Young Friend Sunset won't last more than three hours."

Xuanhe paced anxiously, "What should we do? Where can we find Nascent Soul Pills now... Does the alchemist branch guild in Wuqu Pass have any in stock?"

Hearing this, the captain of the Nightmare Suppression Team interjected, "Wuqu Pass has only recently repelled the evil demon tide, and the alchemist branch guild there is short of pills. I'm afraid they won't be able to produce high-grade pills like the Nascent Soul Pill for a while."

The Seventh Grade Nascent Soul Pill is widely recognized as one of the most difficult Seventh Grade pills to refine.

Even renowned and experienced seventh-grade alchemists are not 100% certain that they can succeed in refining it every time.

Qingniao: "Junior Sister Rong, you are a seventh-grade alchemist. Can you refine a new Nascent Soul Pill right now?"

"I'll give it my best." Rong Shu wasn't confident he could succeed in refining it.

She had only recently become a seventh-grade alchemist and had only learned to refine three to five types of seventh-grade pills, not including the Nascent Soul Pill.

Elder Yan said, "I am also a seventh-grade alchemist, and I am willing to help young friend Rong refine the Nascent Soul Pill."

Upon hearing this, Xuanhe and Qingniao immediately expressed their gratitude again: "Thank you, Elder Yan."

"Good, with Elder Yan's help, we have a better chance of success." Rong Shu turned to the captain of the Suppression Team: "Just in case, Captain Cheng, you should contact the Alchemist Guild first and see if they can urgently send a seventh-grade alchemist, or if they have any Nascent Soul Pills in stock. If Wuqu Pass doesn't have any, ask in other main cities. Also, send a message back to the Alchemist Guild in Kunlun Domain and ask if they have any in stock there."

Captain Cheng clasped his hands in a fist and said, "This subordinate obeys the order."

The group immediately returned to Songhua Town and hastily prepared an empty courtyard for Rong Shu to use as a temporary alchemy room.

During the journey, Rong Shu used the Nine Palaces Mirror to send a message to Xiao Zi'an: [Fourth Senior Brother! Where are you? I have a senior brother from the Jixia Academy whose Nascent Soul is about to collapse and who urgently needs a Nascent Soul Condensation Pill, but I've used up all the Nascent Soul Condensation Pills you gave me before.]

[I'm currently preparing to refine the Nascent Soul Pill on the spot, but I only have a 10-20% chance of success.]

Xiao Zi'an replied quickly: [Junior Sister, using the Shennong Cauldron to refine pills will increase your success rate by at least 30%.]

[Also, I'm coming to Wuqu Pass now. Don't withdraw your consciousness from the Nine Palaces Mirror yet. Start refining the pills. Ask me any questions you may have.]

[Don't feel too much pressure. With your fourth senior brother, the youngest ninth-grade alchemist in the history of Zhongzhou, guiding you, just go for it!]

Rong Shu took a deep breath and took out the Shennong Cauldron.

She stared intently at the Shennong Cauldron, silently praying, "If you are the Shennong Cauldron with the power to bring the dead back to life, if the spirit of the divine artifact still exists, if you can hear my plea, please lend me your help."

The well-informed Elder Yan examined the Shennong Cauldron carefully several times upon seeing it, and asked uncertainly, "Could this be the Shennong Cauldron? Is it the Xiao family's Shennong Cauldron?"

Rong Shu answered vaguely, half-truthfully: "...Yes, my fourth senior brother is Xiao Zi'an, the new head of the Xiao family. He was afraid that I would be in danger at Wuqu Pass, so he temporarily entrusted the Shennong Cauldron to me. It will be returned to the Xiao family afterward. Please keep this a secret for me, Elder."

"Of course, please rest assured, young friend Rong Shu." Upon hearing this, Elder Yan no longer doubted anything, but he was slightly moved by the deep bond between Rong Shu and Xiao Zi'an, who were like brothers and sisters.

They could borrow even a family heirloom like the Shennong Cauldron so easily; no one would have imagined that this 'unreliable new head of the Xiao family' was a spendthrift who would never return what he borrowed.

"It is my honor to be able to refine pills with the Shennong Cauldron today." The joy of seeing the divine artifact Shennong Cauldron slightly lessened the grief of losing his granddaughter, and Elder Yan couldn't help but circle around the Shennong Cauldron to examine it closely.

Although the Shennong Cauldron of the Xiao family has long lost its divinity, it is still incomparable to ordinary alchemy furnaces.

Rong Shu prepared the spiritual herbs for refining the Nascent Soul Pill. "Let's begin, Elder. I'll assist you."

"it is good!"

Elder Yan, a renowned seventh-grade alchemist, was the only seventh-grade alchemist in the Danxian Sect besides the Supreme Elder. He had refined Nascent Soul Pills many times and was more experienced than Rong Shu.

Therefore, Rong Shu chose to provide assistance from the sidelines.

One by one, the medicinal herbs poured into the Shennong Cauldron.

Outside the tightly closed alchemy room, a bluebird stood guard at the door.

Meanwhile, Xuanhe was responsible for guarding Luo Ri's nascent soul and continuously supplying it with spiritual energy to slow down the rate at which the nascent soul dissipated.

Time passed by, bit by bit...

Two hours later.

"...Hahaha! Three! Three actually succeeded in becoming pills!" Elder Yan's incredulous laughter echoed in the alchemy room.

"As expected of the Shennong Cauldron! In the past, when I refined Nascent Soul Pills, I could only get one pill per batch, and if I was lucky, I could get two. I never expected to get three pills this time!"

Elder Yan circled the Shennong Cauldron, chanting incantations.

"Senior Sister Qingniao, take the Nascent Soul Pill over." Rong Shu immediately handed the Nascent Soul Pill to Qingniao, who was waiting outside the door, and then turned to say:

"Elder, let's continue!"

Given the extent to which the Nascent Soul has disintegrated, three pills are probably not enough; we need to refine a few more to be on the safe side!

The second batch of Nascent Soul Pills will be started again—

But this time, it wasn't as smooth as before.

Elder Yan and Rong Shu simultaneously used their respective strange fires to try to stabilize the temperature difference inside the alchemy furnace, but the reaction of the fused spiritual herbs became increasingly violent, showing a faint rejection.

Of the ten pills that were about to be formed, five were ruined in succession.