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Episode 1 The Pot Chapter 15 The Yuan Refining Pot

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    (Illiterate two days ago, I felt that the subsequent chapters were not satisfactory, so I deleted the 15,000-word saved manuscript. Today I finally managed to pass my level. Hi Pi Zhong Please vote for a recommendation for a 3,400-word chapter!)

    Yin Chang and other foreign merchants have been tied up and thrown into the village. They are all unkempt and disheveled. They have obviously suffered unequal treatment from the villagers.

    It was already bright at this time, but at this time, dark clouds were also gathering in the sky. Obviously, it would not take long before a heavy rain would fall.

    After tying up Yin Chang and others, Fan Zhuo went to the river in the forest to wash himself, and went to see Han Yu on the way.

    Sure enough, I saw Han Yu standing by the river, facing the river and with his back to Fan Zhuo. His body was as upright as a pine and cypress, giving him a majestic and unshakable feeling.

    Han Yu didn¡¯t look back, but a calm voice floated over:

    "Fan Zhuo, Demon Fan! Haha, you have to make good use of it in ten years! I am also leaving Chu State and returning to Dayan. From now on, you just have to be careful when you go out into the world. With your temperament, you must be  It's inevitable that you'll cause trouble everywhere. It doesn't matter what your character is, but you don't have to worry about me."

    Hearing this, Fan Zhuo felt a little empty in his heart and blurted out:

    "Uncle Han Yu, can't I go with you?"

    After being silent for a while, Han Yu sighed and said slowly:

    "Han is an unfortunate person. In the Chu State, many people want to take my life. In the Yan State, without the protection of the sect, Han will still be condemned to be exiled. If you follow me, your life will be wasted."  ! Besides, my sect will definitely not take you in."

    At this time, Han Yu turned around, took out the small hook he had used to kill three Hou Tian realm cultivators before, and handed it to Fan Zhuo.

    "Uncle Han Yu, is this for me?"

    "Yes, it was hastily refined. It is just a middle-grade mortal weapon, but it is much stronger than the hook you used before. It can be regarded as a small gift for your birthday."

    Fan Zhuo grinned, played with the small hook, and found that it was really sharp. He immediately picked it up as if he was afraid that the other party would regret it and take it back.

    Han Yu shook his head and smiled, looking at Fan Zhuo who was still covered in blood, but he didn¡¯t ask any questions or dislike him. He stretched out his hand to rub his head, which was stained with blood.

    But what puzzled Fan Zhuo was that Han Yu's originally smiling face suddenly froze, and fine goose bumps could be seen on his face. His eyes were distracted for a moment, and then recovered immediately.

    Han Yu looked at the blood stained on his hands when he stroked Fan Zhuo's hair, with a strange look on his face. He didn't say much, and with a slight shake, all the blood was removed from his hands.

    "Perhaps, in ten years, you can really join the ranks of immortal cultivators."

    Han Yu¡¯s meaningless words made Fan Zhuo confused, and he asked why, but Han Yu refused to reveal anything.

    There was not much to say after that. Han Yu said that maybe five years later, they would meet again, and then he said goodbye and left.

    Looking at the direction Han Yu was leaving, Fan Zhuo scratched his head, with a deep look of confusion in his eyes

    Fan Zhuo, who was washing his blood in the river, recalled the strange scene that happened when he fell into the valley.

    It¡¯s strange to say, how could there be a pool of blood under this deep valley?

    Fan Zhuo clearly remembered that the blood flowing in the blood pool was definitely blood. It was very thick and smelly blood. Throwing a stone would not make any waves, and there would be no sound of "plop"!

    At that time, after Fan Zhuo was thrown into the valley, an extremely strange thing happened. Just as the Hou Tian realm warrior who threw Fan Zhuo into the valley thought, throwing a person into such a deep valley, even if it was not deep inside,  Even if you fall into bottomed water, you will be turned into a puddle of mud, but Fan Zhuo will not!  The reason for this is precisely because of the small pot he always hung on his waist.

    Fan Zhuo will never forget this scene for the rest of his life. After being thrown down the valley, Fan Zhuo knew that his life had come to an end. It was not that there was no luck, but that Fan Zhuo had tried this before.  The depth of the valley.

    I once took a stone and threw it down, but I couldn't hear the sound of the stone falling to the bottom of the valley. Later, I tied a hemp rope to the stone and threw the stone down. However, even though I connected the hemp rope many times, I still couldn't detect it with the stone.  When we reach the bottom of the valley, we can see that the depth of the valley is not easy to fathom.

    At this moment, Fan Zhuo himself became a stone to test the depth of the valley. This is also Fan Zhuo's ultimate goal in life, which is to find out how deep the valley is. This is probably just a wish he had when he was a child.  !

    But the fall lasted for an hour, and Fan Zhuo did not fall to the bottom. In the end, Fan Zhuo lost interest in exploring how deep the valley was. Instead, he closed his eyes and leisurely enjoyed the excitement of falling from high altitude.

    It didn¡¯t take long, ?The tragic scene, the scene that really saved Fan Zhuo from death, finally appeared!

    In the boundless darkness, Fan Zhuo discovered light, and this light came from himself.

    The one that shines is the little pot!

    Fan Zhuo took out a small pot with a dazzling light while he was falling. The moment he took out the small pot from his arms, the surrounding area suddenly lit up, and some fonts were actually mapped out in the void.

    Fan Zhuo watched with attention and saw the words written in the font: Yuan is the foundation of human beings; Yuan is the foundation of Tao; Yuan is the Yuan, and the source of the world after refining is the Yuan; the Tao of the world after refining is the Yuan.  , which is the Yuan Refining Pot.

    Fan Zhuo didn¡¯t understand what these words meant, but he did learn one thing, that is, this small pot had a name, and it was actually called ¡°Yuan Yuan Pot¡±!

    The dazzling golden light caused Fan Zhuo's falling speed to decrease sharply. When Fan Zhuo could no longer feel any sense of falling, he looked down and finally saw the bottom of the valley.

    The scene in front of him frightened Fan Zhuo. Under the bottom of the valley, there was a pool of blood. It was extremely viscous, a scarlet color that made people's hearts sink. It was like a bloody mouth that seemed to swallow everything in the world. It was extremely  Be careful.  And the thick blood is nauseating to smell. Occasionally, a blood bubble will appear, then break, and a crisp sound will be heard in the quiet valley bottom.

    Fan Zhuo was horrified and opened his mouth. At this moment, the powerful bloody gas turned into substance. The gas floated around Fan Zhuo's body and turned into a pool of blood. Although he did not fall into the blood pool, he was still wet.  Covered in blood.

    At the same time, he asked Fan Zhuo to drink a few mouthfuls, and there was no need to mention the nausea.

    However, it didn¡¯t take long for Fan Zhuo to float a few feet above the blood pool. The golden light coming from the Yuan Refining Pot lifted him up very quickly, and he was about to fly out of the blood pool.

    It was this golden power that actually gave Fan Zhuo a strange feeling as if he was running away.

    After another two hours, Fan Zhuo was finally carried back to the edge of the valley by this force. The feeling of being down to earth again made Fan Zhuo feel like he was wandering around the gates of hell. It was an unreal but very realistic illusion.

    After Fan Zhuo came to his senses, a disembodied voice came from his mind. The voice seemed extremely tired:

    "Stay away from here, stay away from this valley, and never come back!"

    Fan Zhuo was frightened and shouted:

    "Who, who is talking? Why should I leave? What is the blood pool below?"

    The voice was exhausted, but it still came from Fan Zhuo¡¯s mind:

    "In the blood pool, no talking, no suspicion, no touching, no leakage is allowed."

    The four inaccuracies of the voices in his mind made Fan Zhuo confused. He shouted loudly, but no voice came out of his mind.

    Does this sound come from the small pot or the blood pool?  The only thing Fan Zhuo could be sure of was that this was definitely not someone who was having fun with him. There were so many doubts that Fan Zhuo couldn't figure it out more deeply, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

    The only thing Fan Zhuo knows so far is that this small pot has a name, and it is actually called Yuanjing Pot. However, since this small pot is already named Fan, Fan Zhuo is happy to change the name of the crystal condensed in the pot to "Yuan Jing"  ".

    Because Fan Zhuo was hit in the chest by a blow from a strong man in the acquired world, he still felt a dull pain and had difficulty breathing.  Coupled with the kicks and beatings from the previous group of merchants, Fan Zhuo suffered serious internal injuries.

    Now that he was more relaxed, he suddenly felt pain all over his body, as if countless hands were kneading randomly inside and outside his body. Fan Zhuo couldn't help but grit his teeth, but he didn't make a sound.

    Fan Zhuo's heart moved, and he remembered that when he was fighting with the merchants, he did bite the throat of one of the merchants, but he didn't know whether he bit the merchant to death at that time. If he really bit him to death, then Lian Yuan  The essence crystals should be condensed in the pot. I wonder if the physical injuries will be relieved after taking it.

    Thinking of this, Fan Zhuo took out the small pot and looked at it. Sure enough, there was a Yuan Jing at the bottom of the pot.

    Fan Zhuo eagerly took out the sesame-sized Yuan Jing and drank it carefully.  Suddenly, a sense of coolness surges out and is instantly transmitted to every part of the body, especially in the severely injured areas. This sense of coolness will stay until the uncomfortable position is relieved.  Move elsewhere¡­

    Although the refreshing feeling brought by Yuanjing did not heal the internal injuries, it also alleviated a lot of pain. Obviously, the functions of Yuanjing also include healing, and Fan Zhuo couldn't help but be complacent about this.  , sighing that this is really a treasure!

    But now is not the time to sigh for a long time, because the old village chief, because Widow Wang, and because those bastard foreign merchants are still in the village, Fan Zhuo wants to save people, and the devil wants revenge, so now we must??Go back.

    Fan Zhuo knew that his whole body was in the form of blood, so he simply wanted to pretend to be a ghost and scare them once!

    Fan Zhuo walked down the mountain by himself. On the way, Fan Zhuo killed several hares with a slingshot. He surprisingly found that the lid of the alchemy pot was not opened, but the weak source essence that overflowed from the dead rabbits.  The air is sucked into the pot and condenses into tiny crystals that are only visible to the naked eye, which are Yuan Jing.

    The hare he shot made Fan Zhuo understand two facts. First, when he met a dead person again, he could absorb the original essence and condense the crystals without having to lift the lid of the pot himself. Perhaps the essence was absorbed through the dropped spout.  Right; secondly, it¡¯s not just dead people, but any living things, domestic animals, or beasts and monsters, death will condense into Yuan Crystal.

    These two points made Fan Zhuo realize the magic of the small pot again, and he was even more determined to bury it deep in his heart as his biggest secret.

    Fan Zhuo met Han Yu on the way. This was no coincidence. At this time, Han Yu had also recovered from his injuries. It is said that he came here just to celebrate Fan Zhuo's birthday and give him a small gift.

    Fan Zhuo was naturally overjoyed about this. With Han Yu as a free thug, those Hou Tian realm warrior cultivators are not counted!

    When we returned to the village, it was exactly what happened when Fan Zhuo showed up earlier.

    Fan Zhuo washed the blood on his body in the river water. When it was all clean, he couldn't help but look at his lower abdomen.

    I saw some fine blood threads on the lower abdomen, like spider webs, and the scarlet color was strange and ferocious.

    His heart tightened, Fan Zhuo didn¡¯t know what this was?  Could it be that it wasn't washed well?

    The cobweb-like blood was only as big as a baby's fist, more like a drawing of a blood demon with teeth and claws. Fan Zhuoke scrubbed vigorously, but the more he washed, the colder he felt in his heart. It was not because of the cold water of the river on a cloudy day, but  Fan Zhuo vaguely felt that his body seemed to have an indescribable and strange feeling

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