Legend of the Fighter (2)
Chapters... 181: Huo Yu's
Ciu San pushed the door, entering hunting down the old man who barged into the room of his young master. However as he was already inside, he saw Zhou Fan standing with wounds all over his body.
The old man looked puzzled, looking at Zhou Fan fixedly. It turned out that it was still fine, had thought it would be very badly injured.
Zhou Fan was also confused, he did not even know who this old man was. But entering his room, breaking the door without guilt.
"Young master, are you?" Ciu San was still focused on the wound on Zhou Fan's body, the originally black clothes turning red.
Zhou Fan raised his hand, he was fine. It just takes some time to recover. With limping footsteps walking towards the bed, sitting while straightening the legs.
Although the pain and injuries suffered were quite decent, it was not at all comparable to the results he got. Going up two tiers at a time, is really a very decent compensation.
Now he is on the level of a six-star saint fighter, in some cases able to face a seven-star saint fighter.
"Old man, why are you still here?" Ciu San looked at the old man with dislike, wanting to drive away as far as he could.
The old man ignored Ciu San's words, drawing closer to Zhou Fan's place. "Are you the one who managed to create a soul level pill?"
Zhou Fan was shocked to hear the old man's words, but at a glance his expression returned to normal. The lightning caused by the soul level pill was extremely fierce, it could certainly be known to many people.
However, not everyone was able to recognize such an event was the impact of success in creating a soul level pill.
Who is this old man? It is impossible if it is just an ordinary old man.
Zhou Fan looked at the strength of the old man. His strength was not weak, the same as himself-six-star saint warrior. This old man was clearly not simple, it was likely that he was also a five-star alchemist.
"It seems right, you're the one." The old man immediately prostrated himself, regardless of the status or strength of the holy fighter he worshipped Zhou Fan like a disciple.
"Can you teach this old man how to cultivate soul-level pills?" The old man boldly lowered his own pride.
Zhou Fan just kept silent giving no answer.
"Soul-level pills were a long-extinct tier of pills, perhaps hundreds of years ago was the last time an alchemist of the Han Empire was able to create one. Being able to see it again was a bright spot for the alchemy science within the Han Empire." The old man started to tell me, he didn't even pull his knees to stand up.
"Old man, is it polite that you haven't even introduced yourself? Let alone young master, not even others will respond if you keep acting that way." Ciu San glanced cynically, his gaze completely unchanged about this old man.
The old man smiled awkwardly, he then introduced himself. "This old man was Huo Yu, an old man who devoted himself in the field of alchemy."
"Junior... Nah! brother, can you tell me?" Huo Yu was still in his position, having absolutely no intention of getting up from sitting on his knees.
Zhou Fan felt this old man named Huo Yu had a humble and straight nature. It could be seen from the way he introduced himself without mentioning any of the advantages he had, whereas Zhou Fan could guess if Huo Yu was a five-star alchemist.
Then, humble yourself and sincerely ask him. Clearly from the age as well as the cultivation of Huo Yu could not be underestimated, but still did so.
Ciu San instantly understood, grabbed a chair and placed it in Huo Yu's place.
"Old Brother Huo, have you gathered all the ingredients? To make a soul level pill required rare materials."
Huo Yu smiled awkwardly as he scratched the nape of the head, "I only have seven-colored fire lotuses, do not have a beast essence."
Zhou Fan sighed, indeed the essence of beasts is an extremely rare material. It was a pity that he no longer had the essence of the beast because it had been used to create soul level pills before.
Huo Yu's expression looked gloomy, Zhou Fan felt sympathy. "Old Brother Huo, if there's really nothing. You can learn the processing techniques first."
Zhou Fan took out a still-empty scroll, writing the stages to watch out for when cultivating the soul level pill. It was indeed unusual, if not for the emperor's book maybe he wouldn't have been able to make a soul-level pill either.
Huo Yu looked closely at Zhou Fan's writing, slowly the activity on his forehead getting clearer. "I-this ...." To his surprise he looked at Zhou Fan, as if getting something very unreasonable.
"Apply the method to the level ten pill. You will feel the difference with ordinary alchemy techniques." Hearing Zhou Fan's words, Huo Yu rolled up the paper in his hand, bowing his head in gratitude for giving the hint in alchemy.
"Brother, accept this sign as a form of gratitude. One day it might be useful." After saying Huo Yu resigned, leave in a hurry. He was very impatient to apply the alchemy technique he had just obtained.
Zhou Fan was quite amazed by the totality of Old Man Huo, even with his extremely high achievements, he did not hesitate to lower his head in order to improve his abilities.
Hem...
The silver token in the hand had no writing, just a cross with a complicated motif on it. Not knowing what the token really is, inserting it in the storage ring would probably be as useful as Old Man Huo said.
"Young master, aren't you worried that he's going to misuse the alchemy technique?" Zhi Long still did not understand, why this young master gave a technique that should be a secret to an old man whose identity was not even known.
Zhou Fan swallowed the recovery pill, then sat down cross-legged. "Don't think much, you guys buy some ingredients. I'll make a cultivation pill for you guys."
Ciu San's face sparkled happily, as well as Zhi Long. However, it was obvious that there were still questions in his head.
"Young master?" Ciu San stuck out a hand without hesitation.
Zhou Fan said his hand took out a storage ring. "The record of materials is inside the storage ring, besides there are about tens of thousands of banknotes, collect all those materials in the herbal plant stalls around the inn."
Ciu San left the room excitedly, he was happy that the rest of the money would be his.
Zhi Long took a quick glance, then followed Ciu San who had already disappeared out.
Zhou Fan knew what Zhi Long was worried about, but if he had any doubts about Old Man Huo, it would be impossible to impart those processing techniques to him. Of course the decision was taken after careful consideration.