Divine Elixir The Golden Pill

The Pill Pavilion.

A forbidden area in the back mountain of the Dragon and Tiger Dojo.

Normally, let alone ordinary disciples, even junior elders had no right to step foot in this place.

Yet tonight, an outsider was allowed to swagger right in.

Lin Mo looked at the three-story wooden building, sweeping it with his divine sense.

Talismans were plastered everywhere.

It was these talismans that protected the entire building from the invasion of snakes, insects, rats, and ants.

They also prevented it from weathering over time; one only needed to ensure the maintenance talismans were replaced regularly.

Moreover, there were several special formations here. It could be said that this was the most heavily protected building in the entire Dragon and Tiger Dojo.

Lin Mo possessed the Dao of Talisman Drawing. As long as he wanted to, he could draw talismans of any effect.

He could even draw a power bank talisman to charge a mobile phone.

Therefore, the complete talisman collection of the Dragon and Tiger Dojo was utterly useless to him.

Instead, Lin Mo was very interested in the Nine Heavens Divine Pill in front of him, which was about the size of a durian.

It was entirely golden yellow. Its surface wasn't smooth, but covered in countless dense and profound patterns, flickering brightly and dimly as if it were breathing.

Was this pill originally this big?

He pointed at the Nine Heavens Divine Pill and looked at Zhang Gonglian behind him.

Zhang Gonglian shook his head, a strange look appearing on his face. I also asked my master this question. He said it wasn't; the Nine Heavens Divine Pill is a very miraculous pill that gradually grows larger over time.

Hearing this explanation, the corner of Lin Mo's eye twitched slightly.

He really wanted to smack the back of this young Heavenly Master's head to see if he could knock some sense into him.

This claim was either Zhang Gonglian spouting nonsense, or the old Heavenly Master fooling his disciple.

Because, the very first moment Lin Mo's divine sense swept over this divine pill, he had already seen through its true nature.

How was this a pill?

This was a freaking genuine Golden Core!

It was exactly the same as the Golden Core suspended in his own dantian.

No, there was still a difference.

This Golden Core had been forcibly refined by someone.

Having already learned the Dao of Artifact Fusion to absolute perfection, Lin Mo could see that this Golden Core had been heavily refined.

Countless artifact-refining runes were engraved on this Golden Core.

Those runes had already merged with the Golden Core itself, forming an exquisitely peerless energy conversion formation.

Rather than calling it a pill, it was more accurate to say it was a special spiritual artifact.

And an ownerless spiritual artifact at that.

Lin Mo felt that if he linked up with it, he might just be able to completely control it.

Wasn't this a form of NTR?

Seeing this, Lin Mo was pondering a question.

Did the first-generation Heavenly Master Zhang, who refined this Golden Core, really pass away?

He could clearly sense that this Golden Core was constantly absorbing spiritual energy, automatically converting it into extremely pure spiritual power through the internal rune formation.

And because this spiritual power was too rich, it condensed into pill aura, slowly dissipating from the surface of the Golden Core.

This wasn't pill refining; this was clearly finding some unlucky Golden Core stage cultivator, digging out their Golden Core alive, and modifying it into a base fountain!

He could only say it was super badass.

The first-generation Heavenly Master Zhang was indeed formidable, Lin Mo praised sincerely.

This praise fell into Zhang Gonglian's ears, making him feel a little better; finally, there was something that could catch this guy's eye.

He sighed, Yes, the ancestral master who could refine the Nine Heavens Divine Pill was indeed a peerless genius.

Unfortunately, none of the later Heavenly Masters could refine it again, and even the pill recipe has long been lost.

Lin Mo grumbled inwardly, What pill recipe? It's just artifact refining scooping out a Golden Core cultivator's Golden Core and turning it into a vessel that automatically absorbs and purifies spiritual energy.

It was likely that the first-generation Heavenly Master Zhang originally intended to use this Golden Core to sustain the entire family.

The title would probably be: How to Turn a Golden Core Cultivator into a Family Power Bank.

Zhang Gonglian looked at Lin Mo.

Layman Lin, with your strength, taking away the Nine Heavens Divine Pill would be a breeze, so I won't bother with you. As you said, the tribulation is right before our eyes, so I must cultivate. You can also sit around the divine pill and absorb the pill aura.

After speaking, he ignored Lin Mo and walked to a futon on his own, sitting cross-legged. He channeled the rich pill aura around him and began to assault the bottlenecks within his body.

Lin Mo, however, paid no attention, merely leaning casually against the door frame.

The pill aura was indeed very pure, but this brother is using a cheat do you understand the value of a cheat?

Furthermore, from the perspective of his divine sense.

The tribulation of the Dragon and Tiger Dojo was coming.

System: For the Horde!

The passage opened wide. The stationed Daoist priests sharply increased from four to ten, and there was even an inner sect elder, Gong Zheng, personally holding the fort.

Logically speaking, this lineup was enough to make any scoundrel shrink back in fear.

Yet the wind at the mountain peak seemed to carry a bit of laziness, blowing away everyone's vigilance.

Hey, Senior Brother Li, if that Great Sage Cleaving Strike of yours this morning was a bit more accurate, you wouldn't have chopped the Heavenly Master's arm, but his chest. A young Daoist leaned against a rock, lacking any proper posture.

The Daoist called Senior Brother Li blushed. Screw you! That was a tactical feint, understand? What about you, getting hammered to the ground by the Heavenly Master with one punch and taking half the day to get up you have the nerve to laugh at me?

The group immediately burst into laughter, seemingly not taking the task of guarding the passage seriously at all.

In their eyes, Mount Longhu was as solid as a fortress; who would dare provoke them?

Even Elder Gong Zheng, sitting cross-legged on the ritual altar, had his eyes closed. His breathing was long and drawn out, as if he had merged with the entire mountain, his mind wandering beyond the heavens.

The night grew darker.

A wisp of extremely faint black smoke slowly seeped out of the passage entrance like a ghost, spreading close to the ground, avoiding the moonlight as if it had a life of its own.

It was completely silent, dyeing the ground beneath the feet of those bantering Daoists with an invisible layer of ink.

Within the black smoke, several ghostly figures surfaced like reflections in water.

The laughter came to an abrupt halt.

The young Daoist who was teasing his senior brother just a moment ago only felt a chill on his neck. The last ha of his laughter got stuck in his throat, never to be spat out again.

A cold light flashed and instantly vanished.

There were no screams, no struggles.

Almost simultaneously, the ten Daoists either had their throats slit or their hearts pierced, silently collapsing to the ground. Warm blood converged into a stream, meandering across the cold stone slabs.

Everything happened in a flash of lightning.

Hmm?

On the ritual altar, Daoist Master Gong Zheng suddenly opened his eyes. Those eyes, normally as placid as an ancient well, were now seething with killing intent.

The thick stench of blood in the air caused his heart to tremble violently.

Scoundrels! How dare you!

A furious shout rang out like a clap of thunder from a clear sky. Daoist Master Gong Zheng abruptly stood up. His right hand swept across the altar, and a ritual sword was already in his grasp, its tip accurately picking up a yellow talisman.

Orthodox Five Thunders! Execute my command as law!

His hair and beard bristled. With a flick of his wrist, he slashed out with the ritual sword.

A purple lightning snake, as thick as a child's arm, roared out from the tip of the sword. Tearing through the curtain of night and carrying an aura that sought to destroy everything, it lunged straight at one of the black figures.