Eternal Life: Talent Grows with Age-Chapter 200 - 142: Biyun Pill

Inside, to his surprise, lay a pill formula!

But with Lu Chang’sheng’s cultivation in the Alchemy Dao, he instantly saw through the formula’s purpose.

The method for recording the Alchemy Dao inside was unique to Yan Yun—if he hadn’t previously conversed with Yan Yun and read his alchemy books, he would have absolutely no way of deciphering its meaning.

After spending some time analyzing it, he sucked in a cold breath, and any displeasure toward Yan Yun’s broken promise evaporated.

Because the formula detailed a major event: the immortal backing the Empress had suffered serious injuries, and as a master alchemist, Yan Yun was summoned to help that Immortal.

"No wonder!"

Never mind that Yan Yun was part of the official system under the Empress’s command—even if he weren’t, he’d have no way of refusing.

Given an Immortal’s means, taking down an ordinary Innate Martial Artist would be child’s play.

"My own strength in the Alchemy Dao isn’t exactly a secret. Maybe...it’s impossible for me to avoid this matter?"

Lu Chang’sheng thought to himself.

Vaguely, a hint of anticipation stirred in him.

Yan Yun had used the pill formula to explain what happened to Immortal Zhu Er, but didn’t go into detail, so Lu Chang’sheng still didn’t know the severity of the injuries.

Moreover, it was very possible that an Immortal would possess Healing Immortal Pills, so the odds of him being summoned were maybe thirty to forty percent.

Thinking this over, Lu Chang’sheng simply rented a small courtyard at Fenghua Building and settled in.

Time slipped by in silence. Before he knew it, several days had passed.

Lu Chang’sheng let out a soft sigh in his heart.

If no one had come for him by now, chances were the injuries weren’t that grave after all.

He was about to check out and leave when he saw an official hurrying his way, unable to hide the weariness etched on his face.

However, after seeing Lu Chang’sheng, he still managed to muster a smile.

"Scholar Lu, might I trouble you for a moment of your time?"

Without waiting for Lu Chang’sheng’s reply, he stepped closer and whispered, "The Immortal requests your presence."

Lu Chang’sheng’s heart gave a sudden jolt, but he didn’t voice any of his earlier frustrations, merely nodded and said, "Please lead the way."

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The Shi Mansion was heavily guarded, with even an Immortal in residence. Without express permission, Lu Chang’sheng wouldn’t dare set foot inside lightly.

He’d already noticed that the officials’ attitude toward him had cooled dramatically, undoubtedly at the Immortal’s directive.

He hadn’t offended them in any way, so it must have been for some other reason.

Thankfully, the Immortal hadn’t displayed any malice towards him, or he wouldn’t have dared approach the Shi Mansion at all.

"Summoning me over is almost certainly because of the injuries."

As for why they waited so many days before calling for him, Lu Chang’sheng couldn’t figure it out for now.

There were too many possible reasons. Maybe the Immortal feared that if he went earlier, Lu Chang’sheng might take advantage of his weakness, so he had to recover some strength first to maintain leverage.

Or perhaps the circumstances simply left him with no choice.

Either way, the fact that they needed him now meant things weren’t going well.

Sure enough, seeing Zhu Er, his suspicions were partially confirmed.

Zhu Er sat in the courtyard, his face bloodless, his aura fluctuating—so much that even Lu Chang’sheng could see it clearly.

Still, despite his frail state, Zhu Er exerted no small pressure on him.

"You must be Scholar Lu?"

Zhu Er spoke coolly.

Lu Chang’sheng clearly sensed the hint of condescension in his voice and felt a twinge of displeasure, but not a trace showed on his face as he nodded and said, "Greetings, Immortal."

"I’ve heard you possess some skill in medical technique. Would you assist me in refining some healing pills?"

Zhu Er was direct about his intentions.

He didn’t want to waste too much time talking; if he didn’t need Lu Chang’sheng’s help, and didn’t need to keep him in awe, he wouldn’t even bother meeting at all.

"Naturally, I won’t have you work for nothing. If you can help refine the healing pills, I’ll grant you a request—so long as it’s within reason."

Lu Chang’sheng’s heart stirred. He wanted to ask if Zhu Er could take him to the Spirit Realm, but since he hadn’t helped refine the pills yet, he worried pressing now might offend the Immortal, so he suppressed the urge and nodded in agreement.

Zhu Er nodded as well, his attitude toward Lu Chang’sheng softening slightly.

Their meeting was extremely brief.

Soon, Lu Chang’sheng found Yan Yun, and both men wore faint looks of relief.

Seeing how youthful Lu Chang’sheng still appeared, a trace of envy showed on Yan Yun’s face.

"If I hadn’t seen for myself, I’d never have guessed you’re close to sixty."

Lu Chang’sheng had advanced to the Innate stage early and taken several Beauty Pills. Now that he’d reached the first level of Qi Cultivation, his lifespan had increased, and he looked far less aged than an ordinary person of his years.

"Just a stroke of luck," he replied.

After some polite small talk, the pair turned their focus to a pill formula before them.

Beside it sat a jade bottle containing two pills.

"These are both Biyun Pills, specially used for healing. Only, the Immortal’s wounds are too severe; two Biyun Pills aren’t enough. So, we’ve got to use what we have and try refining some Biyun Pills of our own."

As Yan Yun explained, Lu Chang’sheng understood the full story.

This type of healing pill was quite valuable even in the Spirit Realm, and Zhu Er hadn’t stocked many. When disaster struck, the two Biyun Pills on hand weren’t nearly enough to restore him, so they called on Yan Yun and Lu Chang’sheng, hoping they could produce a lower-grade version—the Biyun Pill.

These pills weren’t considered actual Immortal Pills; they were the highest that Innate Martial Artists could manage to create.

Originally, this task had fallen to Yan Yun and some alchemists from the Saint Institute, but unfortunately, progress was far too slow.