The mad old man hopped around, and the corners of Han Yu's eyes twitched, fearing that one bout of his insanity could kill him at once.

Such an old man didn't seem like a normal person.

"If he's a madman, you'd better humor him; a madman in the Realm of Transcendence is even more terrifying," Glass advised earnestly in his Sea of Consciousness.

What exactly is the Realm of Transcendence?

"It's a barrier that most cultivators might never cross in their lifetime. The Realm of Transcendence has surpassed the extremes of ordinary cultivators; there is no trace of True Essence in their actions anymore. All of the True Essence flowing through their bodies has transformed into Spiritual Power, and moving mountains and filling seas is easy for them."

Han Yu felt he was listening to a fantasy tale; this was beyond human capability.

"You're really lucky. Such people are extremely rare, yet you happen to encounter one,"

Glass said in a depressed tone.

The old pharmacist suddenly quieted down, fixating his bright gaze on him.

"Keep saying things he likes to hear,"

Glass quickly urged.

After regaining his senses, Han Yu hastily added a few more words, saying, "Using poison to control poison to achieve miraculous pill effects is rarely seen in past and present; it seems you've pioneered a new school of thought, senior."

It was almost as if Glass was saying it in the Sea of Consciousness, and Han Yu was pretending to relay it.

The old pharmacist's expression became increasingly joyous. If anyone else said this, it would undoubtedly be flattery, but for Han Yu, it was different. In his eyes, Han Yu was a magical pharmacist, and praise from a peer was the greatest recognition.

The old man chuckled to himself, while Han Yu secretly muttered in his heart, "How do you know it hasn't existed throughout the ages!"

Glass snickered, "Using poison to poison others is understandable, but using poison specifically to save people? Only a madman would do that."

At this moment, the old pharmacist, with a look of gratification, eagerly sat back down and grabbed Han Yu's hand, saying, "I knew you could concoct those quirky pills. We resonate perfectly."

The old pharmacist then babbled on, here a remark about how those old guys lacked discernment, there about how the world's vision was too narrow. He occasionally inserted some insights on poisonous spirit plants.

In short, Han Yu was listening in a fog. He heard the words but couldn't grasp their meaning.

Fortunately, he understood the last sentence.

The old pharmacist said resentfully, "Who said poison can't refine life-saving pills? The wonders of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians are infinite. A little poison can stimulate them to achieve all sorts of miraculous effects."

Han Yu's expression turned odd, and he curiously asked, "Did you succeed, senior?"

"Of course, over the decades, I've restored the meridians in a cripple's leg and made a fool return to normal."

Han Yu was astounded, thinking he was dealing with a Celestial Being. Can poison pills really save people?

But upon reconsideration, he felt something was off. Only two successful cases in decades? Were there no others involved?

"Just those two, no one else?"

That darn curiosity compelled him to keep asking.

The old pharmacist looked indifferent, waved his hand, and said, "Of course not. The other patients were impatient and couldn't wait, so they reincarnated. Can't count them."

Hell!

How many people ended up under his hands?

Could this old guy be a major figure in the Demonic Path?

The old pharmacist looked at him intently, making him uncomfortable before saying, "When that girl mentioned you, I knew we were alike. My Poison Pill Dao needs someone like you."

Han Yu's face turned a bit pale, and he asked softly, "What do you mean, senior?"

The old pharmacist waved his hand and said, "Why don't you stay and help me perfect my Alchemy Dao? Your wondrous techniques combined with my control of poison pills are sure to create a Poison Scripture."

"Hell, he's not interested in you; he's interested in Ping's understanding of alchemy."

Glass exclaimed in the Sea of Consciousness.

Han Yu's face was unpleasant. Who in their right mind would want to stay and help him perfect a Poison Scripture? He immediately spoke, "I'm afraid I won't be of help, senior. Why not let me go?"

The old pharmacist's smiling face instantly turned cold. He looked sinisterly at Han Yu and said harshly, "So you look down on my Poison Pill Dao? Think it's impossible to achieve?"

Damn! I don't even know alchemy, and Ping can't speak, so how can I help you? If my cover is blown, I'll die faster.

But in the old pharmacist's eyes, this was akin to an admission. His face turned extremely grim, and he snatched the Poison Scripture from the table, his gaze icy. "I thought you really understood my Alchemy Dao, but it turns out you were deceiving me."

Han Yu felt like crying but had no tears.

Nuts! I went through the trouble of acting as if I admired him just to stay and refine pills, and now that I don't admire him, he throws a fit.

This old man truly isn't normal; he's obsessed with alchemy.

"No, he's extremely fixated on the school of Poison Pills he created," Glass softly added in the Sea of Consciousness.

"You'll never leave here unless my Poison Pill Dao reaches great success."

The old pharmacist snorted coldly, "Don't imagine anyone's coming to save you."

——

"Pharmacist, we've come to save you."

A shouting voice came from outside the cave dwelling; it was the voice of his cousin. In an instant, a figure came in, but it wasn't him. It was the old housekeeper.

"Are you guys done? I've already found who I'm looking for, and I don't need you to stay anymore. You can leave now."

The old pharmacist looked at the incoming old housekeeper and immediately frowned, waving his hand in annoyance.

The old housekeeper's chest felt stifled, almost angered. What a shameless person, occupying the Mo Family's Spirit Stones, forcibly abducting people, yet speaking with such righteous indignation.

This... He looked just like a madman, utterly devoid of logic and reason.

How did such a person cultivate to such a Realm?

"Here's another in the Realm of Transcendence. You've encountered two in one day,"

Glass said helplessly in the Sea of Consciousness.

"Move the Spirit Stones outside the cave away, don't obstruct me again,"

The old pharmacist said, pointing outside, then waved his hand, looking utterly impatient.

The old housekeeper remained motionless, pointing at Han Yu, and said, "This gentleman is a guest of the Mo Family, and I intend to take him with me."

The old pharmacist suddenly burst into a mocking laugh, "I already told you, the Mo Family can't suppress me. When has Celestial City Peak ever feared anyone?"

The old housekeeper's expression changed. He scrutinized the old pharmacist and asked in a deep voice, "Which one are you from Celestial City Peak's Spirit Medicine Sect?"

"Luo Yuqi!"

The old pharmacist replied with a sneer.

"Poison King Luo Yuqi?"

The old housekeeper's face shifted uncertainly, and the old pharmacist, or rather Luo Yuqi, looked impatient, "Mo Family's Spirit Stones can be taken back if you want, but this person is of great use to me, so don't think about it. Leave!"

Han Yu had heard people mention Celestial City Peak's Spirit Medicine Sect more than once, but he never knew what kind of sect it was.

But judging from the old housekeeper's expression, it seemed he greatly feared the Spirit Medicine Sect.

To make one of the Lower Three Sects' noble families apprehensive, what is the Spirit Medicine Sect's background?

Even more astonishing, the old housekeeper retreated without a word...

——

Outside the gorge, the cousin watched as the old housekeeper came out alone, hurriedly went up to him, and asked, "Master Qiu, where is he?"

The old housekeeper found it difficult to speak, shook his head, and said, "That old guy turned out to be the Poison King of Celestial City Peak. The other side is willing to return the Spirit Stones, but your friend..."

The cousin, anxious, quickly said, "But he came to save me."

The old housekeeper sighed and shook his head, "The other side invoked the name of Celestial City Peak. If we accept, it would become a matter between the Mo Family and Celestial City Peak, and I have no authority to make such decisions for the Mo Family."

The cousin hurriedly pointed at himself and loudly said, "I can, to save the pharmacist, the Mo Family isn't afraid of a Celestial City Peak's Spirit Medicine Sect."

The old housekeeper looked at the cousin with a complex expression, shook his head, and sighed, "No, you can't. I can't. Sixth Master can't. Except for the Master, no one has the authority to decide for the Mo Family."

Moreover, what on earth is Celestial City Peak? You know nothing about it.

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