Chapter 1223: Forbidden Soul Spell

No one believed that Ye Chunyang was an alchemist.

Not to mention that he, a low-level cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, was asked to identify the authenticity of high-quality elixirs.

Fatty Qian was secretly nervous. He knew that Ye Chunyang was powerful and could even knock away a Dao Foundation Realm cultivator with one palm.

But he had not seen Ye Chunyang's alchemy skills with his own eyes. He only heard that he cured Cheng Ye's hidden injury. No one except Cheng Ye himself knew how he actually did it.

Tingyu looked at the young man who was silent beside him, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

Whether it was Mo He's provocation or the doubts of the crowd, he always sat there, very calm.

Although he knew that Ye Chunyang was not an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator and could even defeat Dao Foundation Realm masters, how tough was his character to be so calm in front of so many big figures?

And the rejection last night, that kind of faint eyes, as if he had experienced vicissitudes and seen through the world.

Tingyu had seen all kinds of people selling medicine in Yunbao Tower for many years, but never as mysterious as him.

"Master Qian, it seems that the Taoist friend next to you is not really capable. In my opinion, you may not be able to get this Heart-Building Pill." Mo He sneered.

"Master, this Heart-Building Pill is extremely important to me. If you can help me, I will be very grateful!" Fatty Qian said sincerely.

"Okay."

Ye Chunyang nodded.

Looking at the scene today, he had to show off his skills.

Fatty Qian was delighted.

Mo He looked at this, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Others looked at Ye Chunyang with doubtful eyes.

Does this kid really dare to appraise the pill?

While everyone was thinking differently, Ye Chunyang sat down and said slowly: "The pill is real."

After this, there was a moment of silence in the field, and then a sneer sounded.

Old He and Cao Yu didn't even look at him.

With their eyesight, they could naturally see that the quality of the pill was perfect. Anyone could make up a story, but being able to identify the medicinal properties of the pill was another matter.

However, Ye Chunyang's next words stunned them.

"This Heart-Building Pill is indeed of top quality, but it only contains three kinds of medicinal materials."

Ye Chunyang said lightly.

The whole place was silent.

"What?"

"Did you hear it right?"

"Only three kinds of medicinal materials?"

"Is this kid talking nonsense?"

"..."

The cultivators looked contemptuous and completely ignored Ye Chunyang.

Just now, Cao Yu identified more than 80 kinds of medicinal materials and was despised by Old He. Now this young boy claimed that there were only three kinds. Isn't this a slap in the face of the two senior alchemists?

Only when Ye Chunyang said this did the old man surnamed Zhuo and Mo He change their faces slightly.

"This pill has been cursed, so when you use your spiritual sense to detect it, you will have an illusion and mistakenly think that the medicinal ingredients in it are extremely high."

Ye Chunyang smiled and shook his head.

"It is true that this pill is indeed a heart-building pill, but it is far from being a top-grade pill. At most, it is only a mid-grade pill."

As soon as these words came out, the entire venue fell silent again.

Cao Yu and He Lao also showed surprise at this moment.

"You kid are full of nonsense. How dare you claim that my pill is not a top-grade pill?"

An angry voice sounded.

The old man surnamed Zhuo stared at Ye Chunyang with a gloomy look. There was already spiritual energy in his palm, and he seemed ready to take action at any time.

"Fellow Daoist Zhuo, this is Wanding Tower. Do you intend to challenge the majesty of the City Lord's Mansion and the various factions?" He Lao glanced at the old man surnamed Zhuo.

The old man surnamed Zhuo's face changed.

The City Lord's Mansion of Yunlan City is a so-called court force, but in fact it is also a family of immortal cultivators. There is a family elder who has achieved the great success of the Spiritual Transformation Realm sitting in the family, and his reputation is extremely high.

This Wanding Conference is also hosted by the City Lord's Mansion, and other factions jointly maintain it.

The old man surnamed Zhuo was so proud of his cultivation in the minor stage of Dao Foundation that he could do whatever he wanted in other places, but he had to be cautious here.

"Boy, since you said this pill is not of top grade, I want to hear what you have to say." He Lao turned his eyes to Ye Chunyang, "If you shoot without a purpose, you should know the consequences."

Ye Chunyang smiled lightly and didn't care.

He flicked his finger, and a ripple of nothingness appeared in the air.

Before everyone could see what was going on, a clear "pop" sound suddenly came out of He Lao's hand.

Under this ripple of nothingness, the surface of the Heart-Building Pill rolled up with green light. Everyone felt that their consciousness was agitated in their minds. When they focused their minds again, they found that one of the three spiritual patterns on the surface of the pill became dim, and the spiritual fluctuations also decreased by three points.

"What's going on? Why are there only two spiritual patterns left?"

"Is this Heart-Building Pill really only of middle grade?"

"Old Weird Zhuo, how do you explain this?"

Everyone stared at the old man surnamed Zhuo.

He Lao and Cao Yu were extremely shocked after the pill changed.

At this time, they suddenly realized that there were indeed only three medicinal properties in this pill. Although they were all the main medicinal materials of the Heart Building Pill, their medicinal properties were obviously much worse.

"This pill was controlled by soul magic, so no one can see its essence." Ye Chunyang said.

On the opposite side, the old man surnamed Zhuo changed his expression and turned his head to look at Mo He, with shock, anger and doubt in his eyes.

Mo He sat quietly in his original place, frowning deeply, without paying any attention.

"You can see that there is a soul magic forbidden spell on this pill. Could it be soul cultivation?"

Suddenly, He Lao turned his head to look at Ye Chunyang, and his expression was faintly solemn.

Hearing the word "soul cultivation", the faces of the cultivators changed slightly, and their eyes on Ye Chunyang were obviously very different.

Mo He was also gloomy.

If this person is a soul cultivator, then he really cannot be measured by ordinary Qi Refining cultivators.

"Could it be that what was pulled out this time was not a mule or a horse, but a real dragon?"

A flash of shock flashed in Mo He's eyes.

"Soul cultivator?"

Ye Chunyang frowned.

"The soul technique on this pill is not very advanced, I can see it at a glance."

He replied casually.

Seeing his indifferent look, everyone was secretly surprised.

This is Mr. He, who has a high prestige in Yunlan City. Even those of them who are in the Dao Foundation Realm may be polite when they see him, but this young man in the third level of Qi Refining has no respect for him.

But when they thought of the other party's identity as a soul cultivator, everyone was immediately relieved.

Even Mr. He's initial displeasure quickly dissipated.

Soul cultivators may not have high spiritual power and physical cultivation, but they have all kinds of mysterious soul techniques, which can easily invade the enemy's sea of ​​consciousness and kill people invisibly.

It is said that a soul cultivator who has cultivated successfully can wipe out the soul of others in a snap of a finger, making people's spirit and body disperse.

This single pill has a soul spell, which even Old He couldn't see, but this person revealed it in one sentence. He was so aloof and indifferent in front of the Taoist monks. If he didn't have something to rely on, how could he dare to look down on everyone?

At this time, the old man surnamed Zhuo had turned pale.

He secretly thanked himself for not taking action just now, otherwise he would not only provoke the majesty of the City Lord's Mansion and the various factions, but also offend a high-level soul cultivator. He really didn't know how to die!

Ye Chunyang was silent for a long time before he said to Fatty Qian:

"This pill is indeed a heart-building pill, but it is still far from the top grade. It's up to you to buy it or not."

Fatty Qian hesitated immediately.

Others also stared at the old man surnamed Zhuo with gloomy eyes.

Those present were all famous and powerful people nearby. How could this old bastard dare to do this in front of them? How could they tolerate it?

The old man surnamed Zhuo glanced at Mo He coldly, and he wanted to eat him.

In fact, this Heart-Building Pill was made by Mo He. The two of them were just playing the good cop and the bad cop. The old man surnamed Zhuo didn't know that there was a soul spell in this pill.

Mo He asked him to sell this pill, which was pushing him into the fire pit!

Now he was accused of selling fake pills in the Wan Ding Conference. He might have to hide in another country in the future.

"Fellow Daoist Zhuo, please explain this to the deacons of various sects! I think you are not qualified to participate in the Wan Ding Conference in the future!"

Old He stared at the old man surnamed Zhuo coldly.

The cultivators showed a gloating look.

In addition to being the alchemist worshipped by the City Lord's Mansion, Old He was also one of the deacons of this Wan Ding Conference. If he fell into his hands, the fate of the old man surnamed Zhuo would not be good.

The old man surnamed Zhuo looked ashen, looked at Mo He, and his lips moved silently, as if he was saying something in a voice transmission.

Mo He frowned and remained indifferent.

"Fellow Daoist Zhuo, let's go!"

Old He waved his hand impatiently.

"Wait a minute!"

Just then, a voice came from somewhere.

"I want this Heart-Building Pill!"

Fat Qian stood up from his seat.

The others were stunned when they heard this.

This Heart-Building Pill is not of the highest quality, and everyone wondered why Fatty Qian would still buy it.

The old man surnamed Zhuo was delighted when he heard what Fatty Qian said.

As long as the pill can be sold, after explaining it to the deacons of various factions, it can't be said that he is selling fake pills.

While everyone was surprised, Fatty Qian had already thrown out a bulging Qiankun bag.

"There are 80,000 spirit stones in it, which should be enough to buy your mid-quality Heart-Building Pill."

The old man surnamed Zhuo was overjoyed.

After counting the spirit stones, he immediately lifted the transaction ban on the pill, threw it to Fatty Qian, and then left with Old He with a relaxed look on his face.

Old He frowned. Although the old man Zhuo's pills had some problems, he could not stop someone from trading with him.

Before leaving, he took a deep look at Ye Chunyang, who was still indifferent, and nodded slightly.

This action seemed casual, but everyone present knew that with Old He's status, he must have taken a third-level cultivator seriously.

Suddenly, everyone looked at Ye Chunyang with a serious look, and they did not dare to look down on him at all.

Ye Chunyang did not comment on this. Although Old He had some talent in alchemy, he was far inferior to Cheng Ye.

Even Cheng Ye was not in his eyes, let alone Old He, such a low-level alchemist.

"Let's go!"

After staying for a while, there was no other treasure in the field that attracted him, so Ye Chunyang lost interest and got up and left first.

Fatty Qian got the Zhuxin Pill, and was satisfied. Seeing this, he hurriedly followed respectfully.

Tingyu followed closely behind.

Seeing this scene, all the cultivators could not help but be stunned.

This Fatty Qian was at least a master of the Dao Foundation Realm, but he was following a kid at the third level of Qi Refining like a lackey.

Could he really be a big shot?

Only Mo He looked sideways, his expression somewhat uncertain.