Tempered Immortal - Chapter 20

[Chapter 20 Abandoned Pill Room]

“No, this is your token, take it.”

A low-level cultivator who was about forty years old, threw a waist card into Lin Xuan’s hand, looked indifferent, and squinted at this young man who looked a little dull. He was in charge of the waste pill room. This is the most rubbish position. Without a bit of oil and water, this young man must have been deceived by Manager Feng.

Lin Xuan pretended not to see the contempt in his eyes. Now that he has a big secret, of course he has to keep a low profile. It’s best to pretend to be stupid.

“Thank you, brother.”

Lin Xuan looked at the waist card in his hand. It was half the size of a palm. It was neither gold nor wood. The words “Waste Pill Room” were engraved on the front, and “Management” was engraved on the reverse.

This is the token that represents one’s own identity. With it, on the first floor of Danxia Mountain, you can break the restriction, travel unimpeded, and freely enter and exit the abandoned pill room.

Danxia Mountain, as the main place, is divided into three layers.

The second floor contains dozens of alchemy rooms that introduce the fire of the earth veins, and the third floor stores various finished medicinal pills and medicinal materials, which are all very important. There are layers of prohibitions, and there are countless light and dark levels, which are extremely difficult to enter. .

The first floor includes the waste pill room, the reception room, and various chores. There are fewer restrictions. With this waist card, as a low-level steward on the periphery of Danxia Mountain, Lin Xuan can be on the first floor. Unhindered.

Holding the waist card, Lin Xuan was happy in his heart, but his face was still blank, like that low-level cultivator was leaving.

When he walked out of the room and came to a place where no one was there, Lin Xuan held the badge in his hand, and the rookie aura that he didn’t understand immediately disappeared without a trace. smile.

The position of the manager of the abandoned pill house has finally arrived. He only paid the price of a spar fragment to achieve his goal, so that the future pill source will be guaranteed, and it will not arouse everyone’s suspicion at all, killing two birds with one stone.

After being silent for a while, Lin Xuan took out a jade tube slip from his arms and poured his spiritual consciousness into it. It was not a practice technique, but a map of the first floor of Danxia Mountain, as well as some precautions, where to go , where entry is strictly prohibited.

After browsing for a while, Lin Xuan found the seat of the waste pill storage room from the inside, and then walked over with great strides.

“In the eyes of other cultivators, this waste pill is really garbage. There are more or less restrictions on the way to other places. Only this waste pill storage room has nothing.” Lin Xuan walked. While talking to himself in his heart, the more this is the case, the better it is for him, the waste pill is not taken seriously, and it is more convenient for him to act.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Lin Xuan finally came to the waste pill storage room. This is a small courtyard-type building. The largest one is the warehouse, and the others are where the stewards and the boys live.

It is relatively simple, but the area is still spacious. Lin Xuan looked at it, nodded with satisfaction, and then walked directly into the courtyard.

In the yard, a few fifteen- and sixteen-year-old boys were basking in the sun boredly. It was obvious that no one had come here for a long time, so they were surprised when they saw Lin Xuan. After wearing the clothes of the cultivator, he immediately showed a respectful expression, ran over, gave a salute, and a boy who looked older and seemed to be the leader respectfully said: “Xianshi, what are you doing here?”

“What’s your name?”

“My name is Zhao Ming.” The boy was not dissatisfied with Lin Xuan’s answer, but said respectfully.

The other boys didn’t even dare to take a sip. This made Lin Xuan fully appreciate the sense of superiority. In the eyes of ordinary people, cultivators are superior. As a superior, this feeling is very comfortable.

“Are you their leader?”

“Yes!” Zhao Ming answered truthfully: “The little one is the agent here.”

“Agent in charge?” Lin Xuan was startled.

Although it is chores, the post of steward in the sect has always been held by cultivators. He is an outer disciple…

As if seeing Lin Xuan’s doubts, Zhao Ming said with a wry smile: “Don’t lie to the Immortal Master, the post of steward in the Abandoned Pill Room has been vacant for a long time, because no new Immortal Master has been assigned from above, so the small one is temporarily vacant. generation.”

“I see.” Lin Xuan nodded. For the other practitioners, there was no oil or water in the waste pill room, so they were unwilling to come.

After thinking about this, Lin Xuan said in a big way: “I am the new steward sent by the sect. From now on, the abandoned pill room will be under my control. This is the token waist card, you can see.”

Zhao Ming is not stupid, UU reading www.sonicmtl.com obviously expected a little bit, so there is no surprised expression on his face, he took the waist card and checked it, and led the other boys to salute together: “Disciple, see the steward. .”

“That’s it.” Lin Xuan waved his hand: “You can do your own thing!”

The other boys were dismissed, but Zhao Ming was the only one left: “Show me around.”

From now on, this will be his own territory. Of course, Lin Xuan has to clarify the situation first. Zhao Ming nodded and led the way respectfully.

“Squeak!”

A heavy door opened slowly, and countless dust fell from the top of his head. Lin Xuan’s expression was a little stunned. He looked at the messy bottles and jars in front of him: “This… this is the warehouse where the waste pills are stored?”

“Yes, Immortal Master.”

“Why does it seem like no one has cleaned it for a long time, and it hasn’t been sorted out. It’s piled up in a mess. Where is the account sheet? How many waste pills are there?”

“This…” Zhao Ming was stunned, and after a while, he cautiously said: “Immortal Master, how many waste pills there are, I don’t know the small ones, and the account statement has not been done for a long time.”

“How can this be, aren’t you the steward here, why don’t you know anything?”

“Immortal Master, it’s like this…” Zhao Ming took a peek at Lin Xuan’s face, carefully choosing his words: “You also know that the waste pill contains too much impurities, and it is useless for cultivators, so take it. It is also harmful to the body. Although it is not discarded, it is really like a tasteless thing. When it is piled up here, the management is naturally very chaotic. Piaoyungu also has a history of thousands of years, and the rules of the abandoned pill houses in all dynasties are like this. Anyway, these discarded pills are garbage, and no one will come here, what do they do?”

[End of this Chapter]