Chapter 45 I am an eighth-grade alchemist!

Night fell.

Medicine God Valley’s scenery was exceptionally beautiful.

The night air carried a pleasant fragrance of plants and trees.

After dinner, Fu Huaian sat on a brown chair outside the wooden house, watching fireflies dance in the distant sky.

Xu Qingyao was happily washing dishes, while the voluptuous Qin Fengwu stood beside her, watching her with a faint smile on her delicate white cheeks.

Fu Huaian looked over, feeling strange in his heart, sensing they were like a pair of harmonious mother and daughter…

Ji Nan Yuan and Master had returned to their rooms.

Shen Jinyu had already gone to bathe.

Fu Huaian looked up at the bright full moon, his handsome face filled with thoughts; if he could, he didn’t want to travel around, how pleasant this life was…

Half an hour later, Fu Huaian, without a sound, quietly slipped into Shen Jinyu’s room.

In the flickering bright candlelight, the scene inside the room was clearly visible.

Shen Jinyu had already bathed; she sat quietly at the table, her cheeks moist, her posture alluring, her disheveled black hair carrying traces of water vapor.

Creak.

Fu Huaian closed the door.

Shen Jinyu’s gaze left the bronze mirror on the table; she slightly turned her head to look at Fu Huaian, her cheeks slightly flushed, with an unspeakable shyness.

Beautiful and alluring.

Fu Huaian smiled and stepped forward to stand behind Shen Jinyu.

Fu Huaian gently stroked her thick, black hair; under the effect of warm Spiritual Qi, the water vapor evaporated, and her hair quickly became soft.

Shen Jinyu blinked her beautiful eyes and looked up at Fu Huaian.

“Mmm~”

Fu Huaian slightly bent down, picked her up horizontally, and walked towards the bed.

…

The few wooden houses were quite close to each other, and Fu Huaian didn't like to set up soundproofing Restrictions.

And Shen Jinyu couldn’t suppress her sounds…

It was inevitably easy to affect others.

Not long after, Ji Nan Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged regulating her breath to stabilize her cultivation, frowned and opened her eyes, her face full of displeasure.

“Didn’t I help her suppress the toxins yesterday? What is this again now?

He truly is a pure lecher, a big scoundrel who can’t sit still even without the love poison.”

Ji Nan Yuan frowned and pondered for a while, feeling that Fu Huaian was out of line!

He is My Empress!

Fu Huaian is openly enjoying himself with another woman right next door to Me.

Where is My dignity?

She felt a little sour in her heart, you bastard, at least try to cover it up a bit.

Ji Nan Yuan snorted lightly, closed her eyes and focused her mind, and her Nascent Soul floated out.

The illusory, miniature Ji Nan Yuan passed through the wooden house and appeared directly in Shen Jinyu’s room.

She floated not far from the bed, opening her eyes to look closely, and her Nascent Soul gradually turned pink…

“Damn it!”

Ji Nan Yuan’s Nascent Soul swayed for a moment, then she quickly steadied her mind and shielded her Qi!

She slightly turned her head, secretly peeking at the two, her heart full of shyness.

Ji Nan Yuan floated to the table and blew out the candle, and the sounds of the two immediately stopped.

Fu Huaian’s face was full of vigilance!

Something was strange!

But before his Divine Sense could investigate, a bronze mirror had already slammed hard onto his butt!

Fu Huaian stiffened all over, this…

Shen Jinyu, in a daze, was startled awake by a crisp sound, her face full of confusion.

“Huai’an, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing…”

Fu Huaian cautiously investigated the surroundings, finding nothing, and finally honestly set up a soundproofing barrier, continuing to suppress the toxins.

He thought for a moment and knew who had paid a visit; after all, the Empress had just advanced to Nascent Soul and was living right next door…

It seems he should be more well-behaved in the future, and not treat his wife as anything less than an Emperor…

…

The next day, Fu Huaian left Shen Jinyu’s room feeling refreshed.

He planned to go find Zhang Gu Zhu.

Fu Huaian wanted to ask him if he had any Spiritual Plants or Medicinal Pills that could nourish the soul.

Liu Ruyan was very weak now; the Immortal Pill of the Dao Ancestor might be able to restore her soul’s strength.

But in the current situation where it was unavailable, he could only slowly restore it with ordinary Medicinal Pills that nourish the soul.

Knock knock.

Fu Huaian walked to Xu Qingyao’s room door and knocked gently.

Xu Qingyao opened the door, her petite body wrapped in a white dress.

She slightly looked up, her clear, bright big eyes gazing at Fu Huaian, blinking lightly, her cheeks slightly flushed.

In her eyes, Fu Jianguan had changed from a morally corrupt person who slept with his Master’s wife to a handsome Cultivator full of lewdness…

Her pure world, just by spending some time by Fu Huaian’s side, had now gradually become stained with yellow spots.

“Fu Jianguan, what is it?”

Fu Huaian’s sword-like brows furrowed, dissatisfied internally.

Why was Xu Qingyao’s gaze so cautious when she stood at the door and looked at him?

“Saintess Xu, are you afraid of me?”

Xu Qingyao’s delicate little face showed a momentary pause in expression, she averted her gaze and mumbled softly:

“Fu Jianguan, female beauty is like a bone-scraping knife; it should not be indulged in too frequently.”

Fu Huaian’s old face flushed.

“You don’t need to worry about it; I just like getting cut by the knife…”

Xu Qingyao gave him a speechless glance, shaking her head slightly.

Fu Huaian composed himself, clearing his throat twice.

“Saintess Xu, take me to find Zhang Gu Zhu; I have something to discuss.”

Xu Qingyao was startled, then nodded slightly; the two left the wooden house and headed to Zhang Qingyuan’s wooden house.

Half an hour later, outside the bamboo building, Xu Qingyao called out sweetly:

“Grandpa Gu Zhu!”

A moment later, Zhang Qingyuan walked out with a helpless expression; he had just been doing Alchemy.

Zhang Qingyuan looked at Fu Huaian, surprised in his heart.

Transcendent Perfection?

He was only at Transcendent Middle Stage when they first met, this advancement speed is truly too fast.

Fu Huaian took a few steps forward and bowed with a smile:

“Greetings, Zhang Gu Zhu, this Junior has come to ask you for some Medicinal Pills and Spiritual Plants that nourish the soul.”

Zhang Qingyuan smiled kindly and nodded.

“I have some; follow me to the second floor of the bamboo building.”

The three came to the second floor; there were no other miscellaneous items inside, a Pill Furnace was placed in the center, and storage cabinets were placed around, all filled with books, Spiritual Plants, and porcelain bottles.

Zhang Qingyuan came to the Pill Furnace and looked at Fu Huaian with a smile.

“This old man just happened to be refining Soul-Nourishing Pills; Sword Crown, please wait a moment, this batch of pills can be given to you after they are finished.”

Fu Huaian walked to the side and nodded with a smile.

“Thank you, Zhang Gu Zhu.”

Zhang Qingyuan waved his hand, sat cross-legged on the cushion in front of the Pill Furnace, stretched his hand forward, and a blue flame appeared out of thin air, beginning to burn under the Pill Furnace.

Fu Huaian watched quietly, his expression quite curious.

Alchemy was a skilled profession, and Alchemists were even more respected.

Alchemists were ranked from Nine-Rank, the lowest, to One-Rank, the strongest, consistent with the Jianghu martial artist Rank divisions.

Taiyi Sword Pool had a Nine-Rank Alchemist, whom Pei Qinghuan always treasured, as the Disciples’ resources and Medicinal Pills all depended on her for refinement, making her incredibly important.

If a Sect didn’t have an Alchemist, they could only exchange resources outside or buy them with Spirit Stones, and the price would be too high.

Fu Huaian quietly watched Zhang Qingyuan systematically perform Alchemy.

He could only perceive Zhang Qingyuan controlling the Spiritual Plants to condense their essence through Divine Sense, and occasionally controlling the flame temperature; as for the rest, he couldn’t understand.

Xu Qingyao’s face was serious, and she was concentrating on learning; even she rarely saw Grandpa Gu Zhu personally perform Alchemy.

Fu Huaian quietly leaned closer to Xu Qingyao and asked:

“Do you understand?”

Xu Qingyao glanced at him, her small face proud.

“I am an Eight-Rank Alchemist!”

Fu Huaian was surprised; this little girl was so powerful!

It seemed that Xu Qingyao, though looking like a small girl, felt like she hadn’t grown up.

In reality, the Saintess of Medicine God Valley’s identity was not watered down; she possessed true talent and knowledge!