"Cutting down a fake Heavenly Fire clan member, what’s there to fear?"

Zhou Xuan spoke nonchalantly, waving at Zhao Wuya, and said, "Just make sure to carry Mr. Yan’s body properly."

"Sigh..." Zhao Wuya wanted to say something more, but seeing Zhou Xuan’s stubbornness at the moment, he knew it was useless to persuade him. So, he shut his mouth and obediently carried the corpse for Zhou Xuan.

Meanwhile, Alchemist Bai Lu lit a lamp.

The ghost-faced butterfly in the lamp fluttered again, its wings vibrating at a high frequency, spraying out a cloud of dust.

The dust enveloped Zhou Xuan, Alchemist Bai Lu, and Zhao Wuya. After a burst of colorful lights flashed, their figures disappeared from the stone temple.

Meanwhile, Yun Ziliang and Li Changxun were transported by the stone temple to Jingyi Shop.

Li Changxun asked Yun Ziliang, "Grandmaster Yun, I could never have imagined that within the Returning Ruins, there would be such a great opportunity, allowing you to acquire an Ancestor Dragon."

"Alas, even with an Ancestor Dragon by my side, thinking of defeating that Heavenly God Level seems like a fool’s dream."

"It’s still much better than having no Ancestor Dragon and no nine sticks of incense."

Li Changxun’s words also carried a hint of dejection.

Yun Ziliang nodded and said, "If we want to avenge the Dragon Seeking, I’m afraid it’s impossible. We still need to see how Xuanzi can assist us."

"Mr. is always extraordinary in his actions. Master, I’m curious, how did you come to know him back then?"

"Wasn’t it our Ganying Sect’s perceptive Dragon Seeking?"

Yun Ziliang immediately started promoting his Dragon Seeking mastery, saying, "Your Acupoint School’s Dragon Seeking Heavenly Masters always use the compass to observe the landscape and water, thinking that as long as they find a place with outstanding feng shui, they have located the Dragon Cave and found the True Dragon.

In my view, that’s not the case. The true essence of Dragon Seeking is seeking people, finding the destined one."

"Mr. is precisely such a person."

"Indeed, he is the True Dragon in the human world, and when the Dragon Seeking Heavenly Master finds the True Dragon, it means wholeheartedly supporting his grand enterprise. We’ve surprisingly had great luck."

The red dragon cloud pattern on Yun Ziliang’s Daoist robe responded with a deep dragon roar, as if in support of his thoughts.

...

As the colorful lights faded away, Zhou Xuan, Alchemist Bai Lu, and Zhao Wuya appeared in the Ancient Soul Returning Hall on East Market Street.

Zhou Xuan instinctively pulled out his pocket watch and glanced at it – there were still four or five minutes until midnight.

And "midnight," was the true completion time for Zhou Xuan’s second batch of elixir.

"The elixir is about to be completed."

Zhou Xuan headed toward the Fire Tower in the Ancient Hall, with Zhao Wuya and Alchemist Bai Lu following.

To say Alchemist Bai Lu had been an old Alchemist for years, alchemy wasn’t particularly novel to him,

But Zhao Wuya was visiting such an alchemy site for the first time, naturally finding everything fascinating.

He saw the towering Fire Tower and asked Alchemist Bai Lu, "Lao Bai, is that tower used for alchemy?"

"Of course."

"How much does it cost to build such a Fire Tower?" Zhao Wuya asked.

"The manpower and resources cost too much; it’s hard to calculate," Old Bai Lu said. "Didn’t you previously ruin half of a steel factory in your alchemy attempts?"

"Yes."

"That half of a steel factory could roughly build the base of a Fire Tower," Old Bai Lu said.

"What? My family’s factory is that big, and it can only build a base?"

"That’s an estimate; maybe if you liquidated your entire factory into cash, you wouldn’t even be able to build a base,"

Old Bai Lu’s words left Zhao Wuya clicking his tongue in amazement.

"Just building a Fire Tower costs so much?"

"Of course not," Alchemist Bai Lu said rather spiritedly, "Since ancient times, alchemy has been a big business. As long as you can produce good elixirs, you won’t have to worry about selling them,

One elixir can be worth tens of thousands of gold, and a steel factory? How much gold is your steel factory worth?"

Zhao Wuya seemed to be in a dreamlike state, murmuring, "It seems the Qingping Taoist was wrong. If I can’t produce elixirs, it might not be because I’m dumb or without talent; it’s more likely because— I’m a poor man."

His family is in the steel business, definitely considered wealthy in the human world, but compared to the investments in alchemy, they are indeed paupers.

"That’s why I really admire Mr.; he does things so brilliantly. Knowing that starting an alchemy business consumes tremendous manpower and resources, he just goes ahead and takes what he needs without spending a penny."

The more Alchemist Bai Lu interacted with Zhou Xuan, the more he admired Zhou Xuan.

Zhao Wuya, out of curiosity, asked Alchemist Bai Lu, "Lao Bai, do you think my Brother Xuan, having a small fire pit like this, makes him the wealthiest guy on East Market Street?"

"Wealthy? To describe Mr. as ’wealthy’ is to curse," Alchemist Bai Lu said. "You also know, Mr.’s last batch of elixir produced six hundred and forty-four Joyful Longevity Pills, but do you know the worth of those elixirs?"

"What worth?" Zhao Wuya asked.

Alchemist Bai Lu said, "Mr. could use those elixirs to seek the Heavenly Dome to destroy the entire East Market Street, leaving destruction for miles, with no living creature left, if Mr. wishes."

Zhao Wuya shrank back, listening to this, while Zhou Xuan chuckled helplessly, "Old Bai Lu, you’re just bullshitting. Why would I destroy East Market Street on a full stomach?"

When Zhou Xuan chimed in, Zhao Wuya hurriedly ran up and said, "Brother Xuan, do you remember?"

"Remember what?"

"You owe me fifteen hundred dollars," Zhao Wuya said, "A long, long time ago, Peng Sheng the Great Ancestor wanted to rebuild his body, and you bought some corpses with the money I lent you, and I later asked you for it."