Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 179: Two Soul Level Pills
The morning changed day and the day changed night, Ciu San and Zhi Long were waiting at Zhou Fan's doorstep.
After having to go around the inn to find a room, they finally found the room of the young master after meeting a female servant.
"Are young masters really going to make soul-level pills?" Ciu San leaned against the wall next to the door, stroking his chin while glancing at Zhi Long.
Zhi Long was silent for a while, he himself also did not know whether his young master could make a soul level pill or not. After all the soul level pill had long since become extinct, even if it was still there it was a relic from tens or even hundreds of years ago.
"What if we bet?" Ciu San suddenly invited Zhi Long to bet, taking out the rest of his money. There are at least eight thousand bills left.
Zhi Long smiled coldly. Bet on? You can guess how the end of this bet. Even if he wins, he will get nothing from his brother.
"How, don't you dare?" Ciu San's brows moved up and down, as if challenging.
Zhi Long could not bear it, taking out some money from the storage ring. "We bet, but I keep the banknotes." Without further ado, he snatched away the banknotes in Ciu San's hands.
Ciu San's eyes twitched, about to protest. But Zhi Long first said, "If you take it, you won't pay after losing the bet. Therefore, this is only a form of preventive effort."
Cis...
Ciu San turned his face in annoyance, then stood up straight without leaning back. "I'm sure the young master can do it."
Zhi Long smiled, "I also think so, young master will successfully create a soul level pill."
Ciu San narrowed his eyes. "If our choices are the same, how do we determine the winner?"
"That's easy" Zhi Long exclaimed, taking a deep breath then explained. "The materials that the young master had collected could at least create three to four soul level pill items. We bet on how many soul level pills the young master will produce."
Hearing Zhi Long's explanation, Ciu San thought hard. He considered all possibilities, unwilling to lose his banknotes.
"One, one represents the most possible number for young master." Ciu San mangut mangut, then turned to Zhi Long.
Zhi Long raised two fingers, the answer was two. Despite his doubts, he also could not choose the same number as the older brother. Now he could only risk his eight thousand banknotes.
Eight thousand might not be a large number, but with that amount it was enough to survive several years.
Blars!
The explosion from inside the room made them take their eyes off. Quickly smashed in without any length.
Black smoke billowed thickly, closing the indoor area. But with just one flick, smoke spread out through the door that had opened.
Zhou Fan stood up while patting the already very dirty clothes and smelly charred. He walked to the bathroom and changed his clothes.
After coming out he was already greeted with Ciu San and also Zhi Long.
"Young master, did you manage to create a single soul level pill?" ciu San asked, he expected Zhou Fan to only manage to form a single pill.
But Zhou Fan shrugged both shoulders, he had not even seen how many pills he had managed to form. To be sure, he knew he had made it.
Ciu San drew closer towards the black cloud furnace, once it opened, black smoke billowed and the aroma was stinging.
For a while Ciu San was just silent without moving a single bit, even his unblinking eyes were startled by what was inside the black cloud furnace.
Zhou Fan was looking forward to how many pills he managed to make, regardless of how many recovery pills he spent to complete the manufacturing process. Really tiring.
Slowly Ciu San grabbed the pill that was inside the black cloud furnace, opening his hand in front of Zhou Fan and Zhi Long. Just as the hand opened, a lightning bolt struck.
Blars!
The roof of the inn was hollow, black clouds were gathered right above Zhou Fan's room.
Zhi Long's eyes widened to witness this event, he quickly withdrew Ciu San's hand to release the soul level pill he had in his hand.
Blars!
Right after that lightning struck the silver-golden colored pill. The pill floated and revolved in a lightning strike that still had not stopped.
Blars!
Blars!
Blars!
The rumbling sound was accompanied by flaming lightning. Zhou Fan took a step back, as did Zhi Long and Ciu San.
Outside the inn, everyone watched with trembling bodies. Lightning snatched one of the inns, they thought there was a god-level fighter who was wrathful and that was the impact of his attack.
But a different view was obtained by an old man, he stood with his hands crossed behind. His eyes never escaped the lightning that broke into the inn.
"Is it possible that it was the lightning of heaven? If true there must be a great alchemist who had created a soul level pill." In a hurry the old man ran towards the inn.
While inside his room, Zhou Fan only watched as his artificial soul-level pill was struck by lightning several times. Not without reason, he felt the aura emanating from the pill intensifying along with the incoming lightning strike.
Just as the intermittent lightning began to weaken and disappear, Zhou Fan quickly raised his hand to capture the pill of his creation. It seemed very clear the happy expression on his face, this was a very extraordinary achievement.
Zhou Fan inserted a soul level pill in a jade bottle, storing it in a storage ring.
"Only one, didn't I win?" Ciu San smiled, sticking out a hand taking his winning prize.
Zhi Long sighed, he should be willing to lose eight thousand dollars. But accidentally his gaze was fixed into the black cloud furnace, looking at the slightly suspicious pile of dregs.
"What are you doing, don't look for excuses." Ciu San withdrew the hand of Zhi Long who was about to enter picking up something from within the black cloud furnace.
"I'll pay for it, but wait a minute." Ciu San also released Zhi Long's hand, so as to grab the dregs of the herbs that were piled up at the bottom of the furnace.
The surrounding smile was etched between his lips, making Ciu San feel an unpleasant premonition. "Pay fast, pay fast."
Zhi Long pulled out his hand, revealing a pill similar to the previous pill. "Young master, it turns out that you managed to form two soul-level pills." An annoying smile was fixed on Ciu San.
Zhou Fan frowned, grabbing the pill. "Hem... This was clearly better compared to a tier ten pill, but it could not compare to the previous one." Can be seen the surface of the pill is rather dirty.
"Wait for young master! ... If it was true that it was a soul level pill, it should also have gotten a lightning strike like before. But this pill doesn't trigger any symptoms." Ciu San couldn't believe it, thinking it was the sister's trick.
"I don't think it's like that. This is indeed a soul level pill, but a crippled soul level pill." Zhou Fan's words made Ciu San's face change.
The thick man turned his face away. "Damn, I'm so poor now!"