Chapter 48 - Inheriting Prescriptions (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

They had roasted beast meat for lunch. Yi Qing had somehow learned how to inspect spirit beast corpses along the way. He picked up some materials from the surroundings and used the leftover flames from the Red Lotus Karmic Fire to roast the beast meat.

Lonemoon respectfully lit a candle for Qing Yi who lay there motionless with his eyes still open. The beast meat was… freaking delicious. As he finished up his fifth beast steak, Lonemoon began to worry about his future.

Ever since he got to know Foodie Shen, his many years of Grain Liberation had slowly gone to waste. The foodie in him—which was present in every Chinese—was unleashed. He had not managed to reign it in. If this carried on, he didn’t know when he would see the results of his Grain Liberation.

Rotten Shen Ying. She destroyed my immortal future and prevented me from achieving Immortal Ascension!

(#‵′)凸

“One more piece!”

After finishing their meal, they surveyed the once beautiful Immortal Pavilion. It had been completely destroyed. Shen Ying’s sword had struck the Immortal Pavilion’s foundation so that all that remained was the elixir-refining cauldron.

“Where should we go next?” Shen Ying glanced at Lonemoon. You’re the boss—you call the shots.

“There’s nothing valuable left here,” Lonemoon answered as he looked at the elixir-refining cauldron. The Immortal Pavilion was in shambles and the pills in the treasury had lost their effectiveness. The Vegetation Spirit was the only valuable thing left in this entire ancient mystic realm, so they had no reason to remain here. “Let’s go inside the cauldron to take a look. Once three months is up, we’ll go home.”

“Please hold on!” The three of them were just about to move off when they were stopped by a voice from behind. Bitao suddenly floated toward them from out of nowhere. “How about the heritage? My two little friends, are you interested in inheriting the heritage?”

Lonemoon’s heart skipped a beat. He had almost forgotten about the Immortal Soul. This was a heritage belonging to an immortal sect after all—there could be many long-lost recipes.

“Now that you mention it… you’ve already tried to hand your heritage down for so long. What exactly does it contain?” Shen Ying asked.

Bitao’s eyes lit up on hearing her question. He obediently floated closer to her and answered, “Let me answer you, Great Immortal: my heritage contains all the recipes for all the pills and elixirs of the Dan Yang Sect as well as all the knowledge of refining pills. My Dan Yang Sect was the top Immortal Sect 50,000 years ago. We had countless alchemists, and many immortals would come to our sect begging for just one pill or elixir.”

“Oh.” So the heritage is just a compilation of life techniques.

“Great Immortal, I promise that whichever of your two subordinates who inherits my heritage will become the next renowned alchemist. He who inherits the heritage can easily refine any of the pills you saw in the Pill Storage Repository earlier.”

The corner of Lonemoon’s mouth twitched. Hey, hey, hey. When did he become Shen Ying’s subordinate? In any case, this heritage did sound really attractive.

Shen Ying blinked. Suddenly, her face lit up as if she had thought of a brilliant idea.

“Are you sure that the heritage contains the recipes for supreme-grade pills and elixirs from 50,000 years ago?”

“Of course! They are all treasures.”

“Oh, then after all this time… aren’t they now outdated?”

“… Ah? Ah!” Bitao went silent.

“Look!” Shen Ying began to explain in a serious tone, “Times have changed and will continue to change. All your techniques were used 50,000 years ago. The outside world must have undergone tens of revolutions right?”

“…”

“Although your heritage doesn’t contain digital products which rapidly become obsolete, but a few years… or a few hundred years would certainly be enough to make the recipes obsolete, right? After all, 50,000 years is enough to progress from the Stone Age to when socialism became popular.”

Bitao: “…”

Lonemoon: “…”

Yi Qing: “…”

Bitao didn’t really understand, but… why did he suddenly feel like he was about to vomit blood? All these recipes for supreme-grade pills and elixirs from the honorable Dan Yang Sect are… really… outdated?

“My two… two Fellow Daoists.” He forced himself to face the two people standing beside him. “Can you please take over…”