boyutpedia Chapter 58 The Past of the Flawed Divine Medicine Emperor
Chapter 58 The Past of the Flawed Divine Medicine Emperor
Li Xian returned to the Tianzihao Park.
The crowd followed behind, whispering amongst themselves, but he paid no attention.
Passing through the group of stone pillars.
Bypass the remains of the Nine-Aperture Stone Man from before.
Li Xian stopped in a corner of the park.
There stands a stone block that is taller than a person.
It is round in shape, pitted and uneven, and gray in color, like a giant egg that has been worn by wind and sand for thousands of years.
There's nothing particularly outstanding about it.
There are no source patterns, no unusual light, and no textures of newly formed mineral veins.
The sign reads:
An unnamed round stone, priced at 10,000 jin.
Ten thousand catties.
Inside the top-tier section.
This is one of the cheapest types of stone.
"Ten thousand catties of stones? How can you turn the tide?"
"He wouldn't really give up, would he? Just pick a cheap one to go through the motions?"
Li Xian offered no explanation.
He took the broken monk's knife from the sea of suffering, placed the blade on the waist of the stone, and did not cut it yet.
Place your right palm on the stone surface.
The Origin Heaven Remnant Technique was pushed to its limit.
The interior of the stone is revealed layer by layer—
Source skin, impurity layer, mineralized interlayer, blocking zone... it's all obscured.
He withdrew his palm and adjusted the angle of entry.
It's not a cross-section.
It is a vertical section.
The knife cuts into the center of the top of the stone, slowly moving downwards along a natural crevice invisible to the naked eye.
One inch.
Two inches.
Half a foot.
The blade sank into the stone, and Li Xian stopped.
It's not hesitation—
The stone cracked on its own.
"Click."
A faint cracking sound came from deep within the stone, like an eggshell being broken by internal force.
The cracks spread along the path of his knife.
It's getting wider and wider.
It's getting deeper and deeper.
A ray of light seeped out from the crack.
It's not the source light.
The light was as white as snow, icy cold, and carried a kind of extremely ancient life force.
"Bang!"
The stone split open in the middle.
A beam of light shot into the sky from the rubble—a human figure.
hazy.
uncertain.
translucent.
Like a figure in a long robe ascending into the air, its robes fluttering, it instantly soared hundreds of feet into the sky, exploding into a sky full of flowing light under the sunlight.
The entire room fell silent for a moment.
Then--
"A fairy descends from the stone!"
Someone screamed.
The old woman, who had been sitting cross-legged for a long time, suddenly opened her eyes, slammed her cane down heavily, and sprang to her feet.
"The park is closed!"
Her voice suddenly became sharp.
An old palm struck out.
Three restrictive formations rose from the four corners of the stone garden, enveloping the entire Tianzi-level park.
The light suddenly dimmed.
"The Flying Immortal in the Stone is an ancient omen; the things inside possess sentience. Once they escape, they're gone forever—don't touch them!"
No one dared to make a move.
Li Xian's hand held the ring knife as steady as a rock.
He placed the two halves of the cracked stone separately, and starting from the cross-section of the left half, he peeled off the outer layer of stone piece by piece.
The first layer of stone skin has landed.
A palm-sized, icy blue crystal was revealed, completely translucent and exuding a chilling aura.
"The Source of Ice and Snow!"
Tuoba Zhao's pupils narrowed slightly.
Ice and Snow Source is a top-grade variety of heterogeneous source, with a market price of one ounce of pure source for every twenty catties of pure source.
This one lump alone is worth the cost of the stone.
Li Xian didn't stop.
The dagger slashed towards the source of ice and snow.
The skin of the heterologous source peels off.
A strong fragrance emanates from deep within the stone, sweet and refreshing; one breath is enough to make one feel refreshed and invigorated.
Accompanied by fragrance.
It is a divine glow that flows endlessly.
Silver light burst forth from the cross-section, illuminating half of the stone garden like a fairyland.
The pores of the cultivators present involuntarily opened, desperately absorbing the residual medicinal power diffused in the air.
"A divine medicine—this is the aura of an ancient divine medicine!"
A gaunt old man spoke in a trembling voice:
"Young friend! I'll offer 80,000 catties of ore; sell me the stones!"
"One hundred thousand!"
Another aged voice came over.
The speaker was a tall, thin old man with white hair and beard, and a crescent moon embroidered on his gray robe.
Li Yishui, the Supreme Elder of the Illusion Palace, transformed into a dragon and ascended to the Ninth Heaven.
Li Xian didn't look up.
"Not for sale."
The dagger fell again.
The last layer of stone skin crumbled.
In the center of the icy snowfield, there was a plant that emitted a holy silver light.
No.
It is a medicinal plant.
After the silver light subsided.
Everyone finally saw the whole picture.
A section of pale blue root, about the thickness of a finger joint, winding and twisting.
At the end of the rhizome is a one-inch-long silvery-white tuber, strangely shaped—like an extremely tiny human foot.
The five toes are clearly defined, and there is even an ankle curve.
Besides.
There are no other parts.
"...Crippled?"
"Is that all?"
Disappointment arose from all sides.
Li Yishui, who had just bid 100,000, looked grim and took a half step back.
Yao Yuekong straightened up beside the tree trunk, her blue eyes fixed on the withered herb, and pondered for a moment:
"I'll take 60,000 jin of Yuan."
No one raised the price.
Even if a miraculous herb, damaged to the point of having only roots and half a foot, possesses spirituality, how much is it worth?
Li Xian held the remaining medicine in his palm.
Looking at that silver-white "foot".
He spoke.
"Do you all know the Emperor?"
The sound wasn't loud, but everyone inside the barrier could hear it clearly.
The entire room fell silent.
The two characters "帝尊" (Emperor).
It's not common in the northern regions.
However, the older generation present had heard about it.
"In the mythical era, there was a Heavenly Emperor, whose Taoist title was Emperor Venerable."
Li Xian spoke in a calm tone, as if recounting an old story unrelated to herself:
"He was one of the strongest beings of that era—he forged a celestial artifact, standing out from the crowd in an age when emperors coexisted. In the end, he led his entire sect to ascend to immortality, the entire Heavenly Court rose up, and he ascended to heaven."
Several elderly men began to breathe rapidly.
"The Emperor possesses a divine herb that is said to be... an elixir of immortality in human form."
Li Xian pointed to the broken root in his palm.
"He was resurrected by this herb and lived a second life. The efficacy of the humanoid immortality herb far surpasses that of ordinary immortality herbs—because its medicinal properties are in harmony with the human body's essence, there is no waste whatsoever."
"How...how did you know?" Li Yishui's voice was strained.
"There is a record on a broken stele," Li Xian said. "After the Emperor ascended to heaven, this humanoid immortal elixir was cut off, and its remaining roots were left in the Big Dipper. Later, it was sealed in a source stone and flowed into the Primordial Ancient Mine."
He held the miracle drug high.
The silvery-white "feet" trembled slightly in the light—that was not an illusion.
It was really trembling.
An extremely faint life force was seeping from the roots.
"The roots are still there," Li Xian said.
"With dedicated nurturing, it can be revived."
"Resurrection - is a complete elixir of immortality."
Dead silence.
Then, a voice so old it seemed almost weathered came from the back of the crowd.
"He's telling the truth."
Everyone turned around.
An elderly man, hunched over and almost curled up, squeezed through the gaps in the crowd, leaning on a cane.
The old man's face was covered with age spots, his eyes were cloudy, and his Taoist robe was patched upon patched, making him look like a dying beggar.
But when the old woman with the cane saw him, her expression changed drastically.
"I've lived for four thousand seven hundred years." The old man grinned, revealing only a few teeth left. "I heard my master mention the Emperor when I was young. That humanoid herb was indeed lost in the ancient history of time, its whereabouts unknown."
Four thousand seven hundred years.
The youngest of the independent cultivators present gasped in astonishment.
Only a Dao-Slaying King of the Third Heaven of Sendai can live for over four thousand years—this old thing has lived longer than the history of several major sects.
The bidding erupted instantly.
"Two hundred thousand catties of raw materials!"
"Five hundred thousand!"
"Eight hundred thousand!"
"One million catties of pure mineral oil—I'd sell everything I own for it!"
It was Li Yishui who shouted out the claim of a million jin of resources.
The Supreme Elder of the Illusion Palace trembled, his gaunt face flushed red.
He is eight hundred years old, but his lifespan is less than two hundred years.
A humanoid immortality elixir, even without resurrection, can extend one's life by at least five hundred years if used directly.
"One million two hundred thousand!"
Prices are still rising.
Li Xian sheathed his sword.
He took out a small white jade cauldron from the sea of bitterness. The cauldron was engraved with sealing patterns. He put the Ice Snow Source and the remaining medicine into it and closed the lid.
"Not for sale."
He said, "I grow it myself."
……
A miraculous medicine has been developed.
It caused a sensation in the holy city.
Before an incense stick could burn.
Dao Yi Stone Archway was already packed with people.
Managers, elders, and even owners of the stone archways in various sacred sites flocked to the scene upon hearing the news.
Further down the street.
Several terrifying auras were rapidly approaching.
Li Xian put the white jade cauldron into the Sea of Bitterness and turned to look at Tuoba Zhao.
Master Laoyuan stood still, his right hand, gleaming red gold, hanging at his side.
No need to calculate it.
A mutilated humanoid immortal medicine, guaranteed to yield at least a million catties of resources.
Add to that 180,000 Dragon Pattern Black Gold and 2,000 Ice and Snow Source – crushing victory.
Tuoba Zhao did not speak.
He tremblingly took out the golden jade slip from his bosom, held it in his palm for a moment, and after thinking for a while, slowly handed it to Li Xian.
"The Origin King Dragon Vein Technique, complete. You win."
"Thank you for your kind offer." Li Xian accepted the jade slip, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Please give me the Ancient Insect Source and the Divine Source Fragment together."
Tuoba Zhao's face was gloomy, and he was so heartbroken that he vomited blood, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, he had no choice but to abandon the situation and turn away.
Take three steps.
The old man of the Yuan family stopped in his tracks and said firmly:
"Your Source Techniques... are from the Source Master lineage; you have learned the Source Book."
He didn't turn around; after saying those words, he walked straight away.
Praise to death!
Li Xian did not answer.
Tuoba Zhao's figure disappeared at the park entrance.