Zhang Ruochen browsed through the Martial Market of Taiyin Ancient City and did not buy any suitable body protection treasures and offensive treasures.
Having reached his current cultivation realm, if he needed to use body protection treasures and offensive treasures, it would definitely be because he had encountered a strong enemy at the Saint level.
It must be known that protective treasures that could withstand the attacks of saints could only be refined by major ancient families and ancient religions, and the quantity must be extremely rare, so long as important people could carry them.
Originally, the Blood God Sect’s “Sect Leader’s True Flame Order” was a powerful protective treasure, but it was taken away by the previous Sect Leader and not passed on to Zhang Ruochen.
Attacking treasures that could injure a Saint were even rarer.
The Five Tribulation Saint Suppressing Talisman given to Zhang Ruochen by Shi Qiankun was considered an item. As for the Saint Compatibility given to Zhang Ruochen by the Supreme Elder, it was already an incomparably powerful offensive treasure.
The greatest feature of offensive treasures was that they could suppress opponents regardless of their cultivation realm.
Of course, in the Taiyin Ancient City, Zhang Ruochen didn’t gain nothing, he still purchased some rare spirit medicine herbs.
According to Little Black, using the herbs of these spirit medicines, along with the holy medicines in the treasury of the Green Dragon Dynasty, it could refine an elixir that could help Saints heal their wounds.
Under the Saint realm, there was no better wound healing elixir than the Withered Wood Pill.
As long as a cultivator took a Withered Wood Pill, even if he only had one breath left, he would be able to save his life back.
However, after reaching the Saint realm, the nature of a cultivator’s life changed drastically, and the level of life changed, so the efficacy of the Deadwood Elixir would also decrease drastically.
Even for the Saints of the Xuan Huang Realm, the Deadwood Pill had lost any healing effect on them.
Upon reaching the Saint realm, whether it was a healing elixir or a cultivation enhancement elixir, it had to be a holy elixir in order to have a noticeable medicinal effect.
Sacred pills could not be found.
That was why the vast majority of Saints relied on their own enlightenment and long periods of accumulation to break through to a higher realm, and it was quite normal to cultivate for a hundred years or two hundred years to break through a realm.
Unless one found a Saint Pill, one could accelerate the degree of cultivation.
Xiao Hei sorted out the spirit medicine herbs that Zhang Ruochen had just bought and said, “In the treasury of the Green Dragon Dynasty, there should be 10,000 year old Willow New Grass, right?”
Zhang Ruochen took out his Golden Light Hidden Pouch, searched for a while, and took out a greenish Sacred Grass, saying, “This Willow New Grass, it should have a vintage of 20,000 years!”
The Willow New Grass, much like a willow branch that had just sprouted, had strands of holy light flowing above the leaves, while at the same time, radiating a mesmerising aroma.
Xiao Hei’s eyes lit up as he said, “Not bad, the higher the vintage of the Willow New Grass, the stronger the medicinal power will be, and the Fung Chun Dan that is refined will also have a stronger healing effect.”
“You want to refine the Fung Chun Dan?”Zhang Ruochen said.
“It is precisely the Fengchun Dan.”
The Fengchun Pill, which was definitely at the level of a Saint Pill, could help a Saint heal their injuries.
In the hands of a Saint, grasping a Fengchun Pill was the same as having an extra life.
If, indeed, Little Black could refine the Fung Chun Dan, then Zhang Ruochen would have a few more certainties when he entered the Savage Wasteland this time.
Xiao Hei took out a furnace and began to refine the Fung Chun Dan.
Zhang Ruochen, on the other hand, sat down not far from the Dan Furnace and continued to cultivate. Earlier, after refining a Sacred Fruit, Zhang Ruochen’s cultivation had grown by a large margin and his body had reached saturation.
According to his judgement, it should have reached the peak of a Second Happening Quasi-Saint.
Everything was due to the holy fruit, otherwise, it was impossible for his cultivation degree to be so fast.
“My physical body and spiritual power have both reached the Saint realm, which is more solid than the foundation of a Quasi-Saint, so I can cross the third Quasi-Saint Tribulation, the Life and Death Tribulation, at any time.”
Zhang Ruochen secretly made the decision to cross the tribulation immediately after passing through the spatial wormhole and travelling to the Eastern Domain.
Only by transiting the third Quasi-Saint Tribulation would he be able to condense the Saint Source and become a true Martial Saint.
Next, Zhang Ruochen took out the Space-Time Secret Codex and continued to study the third realm of the Time Sword Technique, the Twelve Hours Sword Technique.
The Twelve Hours Sword Technique, represented a total of twelve swords, each of which had different characteristics and contained infinite subtle rules of time, and the more one comprehended it, the more one could also feel the subtlety and power of the sword technique.
Time, the most unpredictable, intangible, invisible and ungraspable, if it wasn’t for the Sacred Monk Sumeru combining time and swordsmanship to create the Time Sword Technique, Zhang Ruochen was afraid that he wouldn’t even have been introduced to it by now.
“Elder Sage Monk Sumeru must have created the Time Sword Technique with the best of intentions, in this way, I will be able to use the Sword Technique to get started and comprehend the mysteries of time.”Zhang Ruochen said.
Comprehending the sword while comprehending the mysteries of time, Zhang Ruochen was completely immersed.
“Boom.”
A loud bang came from the direction of the gate.
Zhang Ruochen and Xiao Hei both jumped in shock, only to see that a grey silhouette crashed through the gate and rushed to the side of the alchemy furnace.
It was an old man who reeked of alcohol, wearing wrinkled grey robes and a grey cloth tattered hat on his head, with a messy, flowery white head peeking out from the edges of the tattered hat, indistinguishable from a beggar.
“Shoo.”
The old man’s hands, stroking the alchemy furnace that has been burned red, nose against the wall of the furnace to sniff hard, very intoxicated look: “Willow new grass …… twenty thousand three hundred and sixty-four years of the year …… such a strain of holy medicine, actuallyused to refine pills, what a waste.”
Zhang Ruochen stood up and stared at the old man who suddenly barged in with a wary gaze.
Obviously, the old man had smelled the aura radiating from the sacred medicine before he barged in. However, before the alchemy, Xiao Hei had already set up a formation that could block the medicinal fragrance from spreading out.
How sensitive would the old man’s nose have to be in order to be able to smell the scent of the holy medicine through the formation?
Secondly, the alchemy furnace had all burnt red, how high the temperature was. The fact that the old man used both hands to caress it without being injured, this alone could already tell that the old man was by no means an ordinary person.
“With my spiritual power, I can only roughly judge that the Willow New Grass is around 23,000 years old. He was actually able to tell the exact year of the Willow New Grass just by sniffing it, it’s really not simple.”
Zhang Ruochen tried his best to remain calm and walked towards the old man.
The old man seemed to not be able to see Zhang Ruochen and Xiao Hei at all, just holding the alchemy furnace with both hands as he sighed, “A Sacred Pill grade Willow New Grass should be used to brew Willow Wine. Using it to refine the Fung Chun Dan is a complete waste.”
Little Black’s two claws stretched out, emitting a cold light, ready to strike.
Zhang Ruochen stopped it.
Although that drunken old man was a bit strange, he had no intention of grabbing the alchemy furnace, so it was best not to take the initiative, lest he would provoke a great enemy.
Zhang Ruochen wore a white daoist robe and appeared graceful as he arrived behind the old man and smiled, “Senior seems to have a deep knowledge of both winemaking and alchemy, I wonder how to address him?”
The old man loosened his hands holding the alchemy furnace and looked over towards Zhang Ruochen behind him, saying, “Which is no research, just a slight understanding.”
After a pause, the old man then added: “After drinking too much wine, my entire body is somewhat numb, and I can no longer remember what my name is. However, those who know the old man, all call him a wine madman.”
“Indeed like a wine madman.”Xiao Hei said coldly.
The wine madman did not get angry, grabbed the wine gourd hanging on his waist, and poured it into his mouth, and in an instant, a gourd of wine was drunk without a drop left.
“I only hate that the gourd is too small, one sip and I drank it all.”
The wine madman rehung the gourd back up, took another wine bag off his back, sat down next to the alchemy furnace, and continued to drink.
Little Black transmitted his voice to Zhang Ruochen, “This Wine Crazy Man, is by no means a generalist, it’s not certain, he already knows your identity, and is deliberately pretending to be crazy, wanting to get close to you, and seize the treasures on you.”
“I’ll go and try him out.”
Zhang Ruochen walked towards the wine madman and fiercely accelerated his speed, transforming into a series of residual shadows and appearing beside the wine madman, stretching out two fingers to seize the wine bag in the wine madman’s hand.
Surprisingly, he was not resisted by the wine madman and easily snatched the wine bag.
The Wine Crazy Man raised his head, slightly stunned, and asked, “What are you doing?”
Zhang Ruochen grabbed the wine bag and looked at the pure and innocent eyes of the wine madman, but he was a bit at a loss for words.
“Haha, I get it, you also like to drink right?”
As if he was a child, the Wine Crazy Man jumped up from the ground and rolled over several times in a row in a very excited manner.
Zhang Ruochen had just breathed a sigh of relief when the tip of his nose caught a strong smell of alcohol.
The Wine Crazy Man unexpectedly came to Zhang Ruochen’s body, very close to him, staring at him in a somewhat maniacal manner, urging, ”Drink! Since you want to drink, then don’t be polite to me. Just one word, drink.”
Zhang Ruochen thought carefully and felt that he had been mentally tied up too tightly for some time recently, looking at everyone as if they were evil people plotting against him, and there were times when one should change such a mental state.
Zhang Ruochen revealed a smile and said, “Thanks for the wine senior, I’ll drink.”
Grabbing the wine bag, Zhang Ruochen was pouring it into his mouth.
The wine of the Wine Crazy Man was not a spiritual or holy wine, it could not enhance cultivation, nor could it boost spiritual power, but it was very strong and spicy, and powerful.
Watching Zhang Ruochen drink down the wine, the wine madman became even more excited and then, pulled Zhang Ruochen towards the outside, saying that he was going to take him elsewhere for a drink without getting drunk.
Zhang Ruochen could also tell that the wine madman did not have any ill intentions and was completely a drunkard.
Zhang Ruochen also wanted to take this opportunity to adjust his state of mind so as not to plant a demon in his heart, so he ghostly went out with the wine madman and really just went for a drink.
The wine madman brought Zhang Ruochen to an underground wine cellar, which was full of large and small wine tanks.
Zhang Ruochen’s spiritual power and physical body had already become saints, so naturally, he was not afraid of strong alcohol and was very confident that he would not get drunk even if he drank more.
Both he and the Wine Crazy Man drank three jars in a row.
The Wine Crazy Man put down the wine altar and looked at Zhang Ruochen, who still remained standing, and was a bit surprised, saying, ”Dragon Spirit Crazy Bull Wine is ranked seventeenth amongst the world’s strong liquors, and you can actually drink three altars in a row without falling down. Your kid’s drinking capacity is enough to be compared to that of the old man in his youth. Not bad, not bad.”
“What Dragon Spirit Crazy Bull Wine?”
Zhang Ruochen’s consciousness, which was already a bit messy, could not even perceive that the Saint Qi in his body was running wildly, each strand of Saint Qi was like a mad cow, and even the flow of his blood had doubled in speed.
“Rumble.”
Right at this moment, on the ground, a deafening rumble came from the ground.
The wine cellar also shook, and a large amount of dust fell down as if it was about to collapse.
“Gu Lin Feng, come out and suffer death.”
A cold and merciless voice came from the ground and entered the wine cellar.
In the night, the Death Knight held a blood-red spear, shattering the gates of Taiyin Ancient City and breaking into the city. The roaring sound just now was the sound of the city gate shattering.
……
Wine madman is also a character that was mentioned a long time ago, attentive bookworms, said not necessarily be able to guess.
