Eternal Life: Talent Grows with Age-Chapter 188 - 136: How About Recruiting Him as an Evil Cultivator?
No way to compare with the relics left by Meng Ping.
There was only a small pile of spirit stones, no cultivation techniques, but quite a few strange items, and over a dozen stalks of spirit medicine.
Lu Chang’sheng looked through them and was surprised to find that among these spirit medicines, quite a few could be used as the main herbs to refine a counterfeit Body Tempering Pill.
The Body Tempering Pill was just what he got from Meng Ping last time.
Because it’s specifically for strengthening the body, Lu Chang’sheng named it the Body Tempering Pill.
Just like with the Longevity Pill, he also worked backward from this pill. Although he couldn’t fully recreate the complete Body Tempering Pill, he did manage to get the rough formula for a weaker imitation.
"Give it about a year or so, and I should be able to come up with a pill recipe."
Lu Chang’sheng felt even more the power of the Golden Finger.
The Root Bone talent boosts everything across the board, and now his aptitude in alchemy has already reached a pretty high level, so he could reverse-engineer some low-level pill formulas.
"What a shame I still don’t have a clue how to get to the Spirit Realm."
Going straight to an evil cultivator is just way too dangerous.
Even as he is now, if he faces an evil cultivator alone, the odds are about forty-sixty.
He’s got forty percent chance; the other guy, sixty.
"But, if I can manage to refine a counterfeit Body Tempering Pill, I can drastically reduce the time it takes me to train in the Root Source Technique."
Lu Chang’sheng tempered his emotions and buried himself in study.
Fortunately, with his previous experience reverse-engineering pill formulas, this time things didn’t take as long.
In the blink of an eye, over half a month passed.
Much to everyone’s relief, that evil cultivator hadn’t made any move for an ambush.
Some people started speculating—most likely that evil cultivator got scared by Lu Chang’sheng and didn’t think it was worth risking his life for a handful of resources.
And honestly, that was exactly the case.
After leaving, the evil cultivator Zhang made straight for Jinghua Prefecture.
Right now, he was already sitting within the imperial city.
"How come only you came back?"
The imperial city was much quieter than usual these days. If you listened carefully, you could almost catch the scent of blood drifting through the air.
Evil cultivator Zhang didn’t bat an eye.
Guys like them really don’t care about sentimentality—most of the time, they just go with the flow.
Hearing his companion’s question, he let out a rueful look and said, "Someone tricky showed up in Black Mountain Prefecture. Fellow Daoist Mo got taken out over there."
"Black Mountain Prefecture again!"
Two other evil cultivators came out, suspicion written all over their faces.
The group had parted ways with Meng Ping before, and naturally, as a pack of evil cultivators, there was no way they could keep tabs on every move their peers made.
Great Yuan can’t even compare to any realm of the Spirit World, but it’s still a Mayfly World. The few of them, mere Qi Cultivation cultivators, sneaking in—there’s no way they could cover everything.
So, it was several months before they found out that Meng Ping had perished.
Back then, avenging him wasn’t really on anyone’s mind.
Evil cultivators don’t give a crap about things like that.
Some even felt that Meng Ping lacked the proper code of conduct—if he was going to die, it should’ve been at their hands instead.
That way, everyone gets something good out of it.
"How could a severed-backwater Mayfly World spawn someone like that?"
One of the evil cultivators, with a face like a monkey, muttered to himself.
At first, they didn’t buy it, thinking Meng Ping’s death was just a slip-up.
If a mortal army was big enough and had the right siege equipment, it wasn’t impossible for even a first-or-second-layer Qi Cultivation cultivator like them to get killed.
But after losing two people in a row, it was obvious their earlier assumptions didn’t hold any water.
"A guy like that must have plenty of resources at hand. Anyone interested in going after him?" Monkey-faced evil cultivator Tu Liang said.
But when he looked around, the other three all avoided his eyes, and his brow furrowed.
"Based on what Fellow Daoist Zhang just described, it was actually a bunch of True Qi Realm cultivators who set a trap and got Fellow Daoist Mo killed—which means this Scholar Lu guy isn’t actually stronger than Mo. Why are you all so worried?"
"Why not just go together?" At this point, evil cultivator Zhang glanced at Tu Liang and spoke.
Tu Liang shook his head. "I’d like to go, but someone has to stand guard here. You know those mortals, they put on a respectful face for us, but if nobody’s keeping an eye on them, you know they’ll get ideas."
"And none of you want to see your own pay get docked, right?"
Earlier, evil cultivators Zhang and Mo headed to Black Mountain Prefecture to sort out Lu Chang’sheng, and decided how to split the profits. Tu Liang brought this up now.
But, clearly, the others weren’t buying it.
"Fellow Daoist Tu, you can go. I’ll stay here and keep watch."
"Actually, I think I’d be better off staying."
"No, no, you guys are obviously stronger than me. Why don’t you all go, and I’ll stay? It’s clearly the best choice."
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Evil cultivators who survived this long are definitely not easy prey.
If this Scholar Lu’s strength was still at mortal level, fine, whatever, but now that he might actually threaten their own safety...
Getting them involved was by no means a simple matter.
The four evil cultivators debated for over ten minutes and still couldn’t make up their minds.
"Forget it. If nobody wants to go, just leave it for now. We’re all running out of time anyway—no sense getting tangled up with that Scholar Lu."
Tu Liang finally sighed and said.
But at that moment, evil cultivator Zhang suddenly said, "What do you all think about bringing that Scholar Lu guy into our team?"
At once, everyone went silent, their eyes flickering.
Inducing the righteous to fall, pulling celestial beings into the demonic—they loved doing that more than anything.
After all, the evil cultivator community in the Spirit Realm was thin as hell. Guys like them had to hide and run constantly, watching the others walk openly in the sunlight—it did leave a bad taste in their mouth.
