Chapter 320 - 249 Recording Elixir Formulas_2

"I’m afraid to the Lord, you all are not just lesser than that fox, perhaps even less than a dog."

Ling Qiong was silent for a long time, finally grabbing the Jade Scroll and pressing it to his forehead.

"Good, the child can be taught."

Thus, the short one took the Jade Scroll back to compare with the fat one.

The fat one looked at each one, shaking his head,

"Really dishonest, I’ve counted sixteen or seventeen differences. This person’s mind is quite treacherous; we can’t leave her be, let’s skin her and throw her in the pot."

The short one said,

"That’s a point where she won’t survive; how about I use a few needles to persuade her, then deal with it later."

The fat one disagreed,

"She’s messing with us brothers like this; if we don’t settle this, she might think I’m just playing along with her! No, I can’t let it go; I’ll pull out her tendons first!"

The short one sighed,

"Alright, I’ll hold her down."

"Ahhh!"

Ling Qiong watched them come over, scared out of his wits, screaming like a banshee, pointing at Ling Biao, who was tied up like a dumpling and trapped on the pillar, he shouted,

"The elixir! The elixir! It! It has the elixir! The elixir! Elixir!!"

"What elixir? Demon Core?"

The short one glanced at the crying Ling Biao and then at the words smeared with blood on the ground said by Ling Qiong,

"Three-six-six, what’s that formula?"

The fat one clutched those Jade Scrolls and checked them,

"Reversal Heavenly Destiny Pill. Oh, this formula is indeed consistent across the four Elixir Formulas, it seems there’s no mistake. Hmm...The cauldron matches, the medicine matches too, it seems they’re indeed aiming to take this pill."

"Hiss, reversing destiny, extending life by a thousand years? What kind of Immortal Fate does this damned dog have to actually acquire such a heaven-defying Immortal Pill?"

"I’ve indeed heard, back in the day, when the Heavenly Broom Immortal stormed Qiancheng Mountain, toppling Chaoyang Valley, I thought they were after this dog for revenge, turns out they were after the pill."

It’s probably because this damned dog took advantage of the chaos and stole it from their valley back then. It indeed has some Immortal Fate.

Oh, no wonder they couldn’t hold back anymore. No matter if this damned dog cultivates into a human, or perishes during tribulation, the pill would lose its effect.

"Never mind, how do we extract it? Can’t we just cut it open directly?"

"Haven’t you seen them brewing such a large pot? This beast has cultivated for a thousand years; the Immortal Pill has already merged with the Essence Blood. Once cut open, it can’t be extracted; it must be stewed, simmered for eighty-one days and nights, transformed into a dish of pus blood, and shared, to evenly distribute this thousand-year destiny."

"Heh, share? I feel they didn’t plan to share with us brothers in the first place."

"Doesn’t matter; we’ll share it when big brother returns, the three of us."

"Hey, finders keepers, hey brother inside, do you want to come out and share the meal?"

Thus, the fat one and the short one looked towards the main hall.

However, the hall was silent, without a sound or a person.

The fat one smiled,

"Looks like he’s afraid to come out. How about we go in?"

The short one shook his head,

"Hey, let’s forgive if we can, no need to force someone who doesn’t want to get involved in this mess."

The fat one patted his belly,

"True, after all, we’re borrowing someone’s place to use, can’t destroy it."

"Brother, just stay inside, not meeting also avoids harming the peace."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tie Dan came out holding dual swords, taking steps forward.

"Fellow Daoist!!"

Ling Biao, tied up naked to the doorpost, bruised and swollen, with legs and arms apparently broken by a hammer, burst into tears upon seeing Tie Dan.

This guy, your combat power is really just like a chicken...

Tie Dan glanced at him, immediately excluding this guy from the combat power evaluation. Of course, the one nearly stewed doesn’t need to be considered either, captured with a single move and thrown into the pot, probably not even better than Ling Biao.

"Sword Sect Disciple Wu Di, I don’t know how to address you two gentlemen either."

Tie Dan wielded a long and short wooden sword, coldly gazing at the fat and short duo before him.

The fat one indeed looked as fat as a pig; this wasn’t even an insult, more like an objective description, in fact, if calculated by body fat percentage, he was fatter than a pig. The unknown liquid oozing from his face, whether oil or sweat, was visibly seeping out, his whole body exuding a strong body odor, truly suffocating on a physical level.

And the short one was extraordinary, surprisingly shorter than the young Tie Dan by a head, yet not being a big-headed dwarf or innately disabled, seemed proportionate at a glance, but his entire body shrunk uniformly, looking particularly weird.

The fat one clasped his fists, "Ye Rong from Songshan."

The short one clasped his fists, "Wang Cheng from Songshan."

Tie Dan frowned,

"Songshan...isn’t it the Daoist field of Xuan Nu Temple?"

The short one said,

"Yes, Xuan Nu Temple population is small, passing the lineage down one by one, not needing such a large mountain; also can’t bear the harassment from Evil Demons and Heretics, so they ceded the Daoist field to us brothers, moving to the back mountain."

Just who are the Evil Demons and Heretics...

The fat one glanced at Tie Dan,

"This brother, you look quite familiar, very much like one of us, how about joining us, and enjoying the spoils together?"

Tie Dan aimed his sword,

"No need for nonsense, I’m here today to take it away. Whoever stops me, I will kill."

The short one and the fat one exchanged glances, looked at the desperate look on Ling Qiong’s face on the ground, then turned to look at Ling Biao pointed at by Tie Dan’s long sword...

"Are you here to save it?"

"Aren’t you pointing at the wrong one?"

Tie Dan was impatient,

"Chit-chat, how to fight, one-on-one or all together."

"Hehe, face not changing, seems you have some skills, quite a killing intent too. Let’s go one-on-one, take it easy, don’t ruin someone else’s place, or damage this cauldron."

Thus, the fat one beckoned, summoning the pair of Fish Scale Lotus Hammers pinned on Ling Qiong to his hand.

"Let me experience the skills of the Sword Sect!"

"Alright!"