Let Me Cut him Down.

"What on earth is this?"

In shock, Lu DaSheng couldn't help but stretch out his finger to smear a little bit on his fingertip and examine it carefully.

Then, he couldn't help but lean in closer to smell it.

However, he was still clueless.

Unable to restrain himself, with his head poking out from the cesspit, he looked around and saw no one else. His finger couldn't help but move closer to his mouth.

Then, lightning fast, his tongue shot out.

Pop!

And the moment his tongue stretched out, it was as if thunder exploded in his mind, and his eyeballs nearly popped out.

"This is... medicine dregs?"

"No no, it's not medicine dregs."

Lu DaSheng shook his head again. The medicinal potency here had clearly lost ninety percent. How could it be medicine dregs?

But in the next moment, he suddenly realized.

"It seems like... it seems like medicine residue?"

Holding the belief that practice is the only criterion for testing truth, he couldn't help but lick it with his tongue again.

"Hiss!"

After licking it, he sucked in a breath of cold air again.

This was indeed medicine residue!

And not only was there this clump of medicine residue, but medicine residue could be seen all over the cesspit.

Clearly, the violet flowers had also grown because they used these medicine residues as nutrients.

Of course.

This wasn't even the most shocking thing to him. The most shocking thing was that although these medicine residues had lost ninety percent of their potency, their effects could still rival king grade medicines, or even emperor grade medicines!

In other words, the medicines that he, NanSha's number one alchemist, refined were only comparable to a pile of dog crap in this cesspit.

However, he was not discouraged. On the contrary, his eyes were full of fanaticism, and his hands were full as he stood in the cesspit with tears of excitement streaming down his face.

"No wonder, no wonder Master said he wouldn't shortchange me. So this is how it is, this is how it is!"

"My persistence has paid off. Lu DaSheng has finally risen above the rest!"

Lu DaSheng shouted in his heart with his head raised back.

Even the residues were comparable to king grade medicines. He could hardly imagine what grade the finished medicines would be.

This cesspit was far too important to him as an alchemist.

Its significance to him was even greater than if Yi Feng had directly given him a saint grade artifact.

Because with these medicinal residues, he could gain a lot of alchemy knowledge and receive great inspiration.

With this opportunity, his accomplishments in alchemy would absolutely not be limited to just being NanSha's number one alchemist.

"What is that guy doing?"

In the distance, Yi Feng saw Lu DaSheng dive into the cesspit and couldn't help but frown.

He worked very efficiently but didn't seem to be very flexible mentally.

Shaking his head, Yi Feng didn't bother with him anymore and returned to the martial arts school to continue practicing calligraphy.

After all, being a bit obsessive compulsive, he also felt it would be more comfortable to finish the first task of the four arts first.

With a brush in one hand and a spicy stick in the other, just as he was about to take a bite of the spicy stick to refresh himself, recalling Lu DaSheng's earlier appearance, Yi Feng instantly lost his appetite and tossed it on the ground.

Seeing this, the dog dashed over in the blink of an eye and started licking with its tongue.

Yi Feng rolled his eyes at it and continued practicing his calligraphy.

...

On top of a tall mountain, mist swirled around.

In a pavilion to the side, an old daoist with sword-like eyebrows sat cross-legged, and in front of him knelt a youth in white robes.

"Master, I have only gathered two mystic treasures. Disciple begs you to bestow me with another mystic treasure." The white-robed youth said earnestly, with a hint of pleading in his tone.

"Ye Bei, you tell me first, why do you need so many mystic treasures?"

The old daoist with sword-like eyebrows frowned at his current disciple and said, "Mystic treasures are born from the nurturing of heaven and earth. As long as they are called mystic treasures, they all have their uses. For you to ask for something so precious just like that, you ought to give me an explanation!"

The one kneeling on the ground was Ye Bei. Ever since getting beaten up by that terrifying man in black robes that day, he had been gathering mystic treasures everywhere. Seeing that so much time had passed and he had only gathered two mystic treasures, he had no choice but to plead with his master Han Tianque.

"Hm?"

Seeing Ye Bei remain silent, Old Dao Han Tianque voiced out again.

"Master, I cannot speak of this matter." Ye Bei furrowed his brows and lowered his head to say.

"Why can you not speak of it?" Han Tianque asked again.

"It's not that I'm unwilling to say, nor that I don't want to say, but..."

Ye Bei revealed a difficult expression. He knew that not only was his master's temper fiery, but he also doted on him extremely, and had even imparted this entire cultivation to him. If he knew that he was doing this because of the threats from that man in black robes, this Old Dao Han Tianque would definitely disregard the reasons and even the identity of the other party, and directly take up his sword to seek justice for him.

But if he really went seeking the man in black robes, would he be a match?

Moreover, there was also that even more unfathomable young man?

He didn't want to see his master die tragically in the martial arts school, so he steeled himself and continued, "Master, please forgive me, I really cannot say."

"For my sake?"

Han Tianque's tone sank. "You won't tell me for my sake?"

"Master, please forgive me, I really cannot say." Ye Bei stubbornly insisted.

"Very well, very well."

"You've really become defiant!" Han Tianque slowly stood up as his peak Martial Ancestor pressure released, oppressing Ye Bei.

"Crack!"

The stone slab under Ye Bei's feet shattered as he endured tremendous pressure, yet he still gritted his teeth and said, "Master, please do not ask anymore. I really cannot say."

"Still not saying?"

Han Tianque waved his palm as primordial qi enshrouded the area, flinging Ye Bei behind the rock wall and heavily smashing him against it.

Then he approached threateningly and said coldly, "If you still refuse to speak, I will cripple your cultivation and clarify our master-disciple relationship. As for the innate mystic treasures, don't even think about asking for them anymore."

Hearing this, primordial qi surged in Han Tianque's hand.

"Master, why force me like this?" Ye Bei said with a pained expression.

Han Tianque's face remained cold. Seeing that Ye Bei still wouldn't speak, he then placed his palm on his own brow.

How could he not see that Ye Bei had gotten into trouble?

If not for using this method, how could he force Ye Bei to speak?

Sure enough.

Seeing this, Ye Bei's expression immediately became anxious as he quickly yelled, "I'll speak!"

Seeing this, Han Tianque slowly lowered his hand, staring fixedly at Ye Bei.

"But listen calmly after hearing this, Master. This matter did indeed arise because of me, I was in the wrong first. And their strengths are unfathomable, even Master cannot deal with them!" Ye Bei hurriedly warned.

He then told everything that happened at the martial arts school, as well as the later incident with the man in black robes.

However, one look at Han Tianque's expression after he finished speaking, Ye Bei silently thought he was doomed.

Sure enough, Han Tianque instantly erupted in rage.

"How can this be allowed!"

"Come with me to chop them up."

Accompanied by astonishing killing intent spreading out, a flying sword floated up into the sky out of nowhere. Han Tianque stepped on it, and at the same time grabbed Ye Bei and flew down the mountain.