The Ancient God Clan

Mo Yang carefully unfolded the ancient scroll, his eyes scanning it as his breath grew increasingly hurried.

Inside the scroll, not only were there alchemy formulas, but also over a hundred different medicinal recipes.

Many of the elixirs, just by their names, appeared extraordinary. The scroll had already yellowed with age, clearly a relic from a distant past. Many of the recipes were likely lost to time, with the key detail being that each recipe came with a description of its effects and uses.

Mo Yang's hands trembled slightly, his excitement swelling beyond measure. He never imagined that the second floor of the stone tower would hide such a treasure. For cultivators, mastering alchemy was like obtaining an endless treasury for cultivation.

He understood all too well what this ancient scroll meant for him. With these alchemy formulas and recipes, all he needed was the right ingredients, and he could begin crafting pills. With the aid of these elixirs, he would grow stronger at an even faster pace.

Suppressing his excitement, Mo Yang closed the scroll and began searching around.

However, the one thing that disappointed him was that the mental cultivation method of the Star Emperor Scripture, which was supposed to be on the second floor, hadn't appeared. The walls of the tower showed no signs of change.

"Probably because my cultivation hasn't reached the Heavenly Profound Realm yet... Never mind, let me first familiarize myself with alchemy," he muttered.

For the next few days, Mo Yang immersed himself in studying the alchemy formulas. While alchemy wasn't as mysterious as cultivation techniques, each formula had its unique characteristics, and the key was mastering the subtle techniques and details—practice made perfect.

Of course, Mo Yang overlooked two crucial factors—alchemy furnaces and refining flames. After all, there were already ready-made furnaces within the tower, so he didn't have to worry about them.

For him, everything was set, except for the ingredients.

"Ingredients... Looks like I'll have to check out the Lingxu Sect's treasury," Mo Yang pondered, frowning. Although the Lingxu Sect wasn't particularly strong, it had been around for hundreds of years, and their treasury likely contained many valuable items.

While he could buy ingredients at the local apothecaries in the nearby cities, Mo Yang felt it would be a waste to ignore the resources right at his fingertips.

The sect's treasury, however, was usually guarded by elders, making it nearly impossible to enter undetected.

But that afternoon, as Mo Yang meditated in his courtyard, a familiar presence appeared within his senses. When he recognized it as Su Fei'er, his heart immediately lightened. He had been struggling with how to access the sect's treasury, and now the key had practically arrived.

"Mo Yang, come out, you bastard!"

Unlike the last time, when she sneaked around, Su Fei'er burst into the courtyard, immediately shouting at him.

Mo Yang slowly opened his eyes, frowning as he said, "What do you want now? Isn't the last fiasco enough? You had to strip down and jump off the wooden peak just to make a scene?"

"How dare you be so shameless! You actually went to ask my father for my hand in marriage? Don't even think about it—I will never marry you, even if I die!" Su Fei'er said angrily, her face flushed with fury.

"I... What?" Mo Yang was confused.

Proposing marriage? What nonsense was this?

After thinking for a moment, he suspected that it was probably the old Senior Elder behind this, but after a brief reflection, a smile slowly spread across his face.

He looked up at the furious Su Fei'er, raised his hands in surrender, and said, "Look, Miss Su, don't blame me for this. You were the one who insisted that I harassed you, and made it a public spectacle. If I didn't act this way, I would've earned a reputation for leaving after satisfying my desires without a care."

Mo Yang stood up, giving Su Fei'er a somewhat mischievous look. "And honestly, after looking closely, I realize you're not too bad. Your looks may not be the most beautiful in the kingdom, but they're still passable. As for your figure... well, well, quite nice. Quite large!"

"You bastard, if you keep looking at me like that, I'll dig your eyeballs out!" Su Fei'er was livid, turning her body away and glaring at him coldly.

Right now, she felt Mo Yang was nothing but a rogue, and not one she could easily bully. His stubbornness made him unyielding, and his cultivation was higher than hers. She couldn't do anything to him.

At that moment, Su Fei'er regretted her earlier actions. Had she known this would happen, she would never have caused such a scene. Now, everyone in the sect was wondering if Mo Yang had truly done something to her, and every time they looked at her, there was something off about their gaze.

Seeing Su Fei'er's frustrated expression, Mo Yang coughed a few times and said seriously, "If you want things to calm down, I can help. But first, you'll have to do me a favor!"

Su Fei'er frowned slightly, her willow-like eyebrows knitting as she coldly snorted, "Do you think I'll believe your lies?"

Mo Yang shrugged helplessly. "Believe it or not, it's up to you."

Seeing that she didn't respond, he continued, "My request is simple. I need a few medicinal ingredients. If you bring them to me, we can part ways and stay out of each other's business."

Su Fei'er eyed him suspiciously. Mo Yang caught her gaze and hurriedly went into the house to retrieve a piece of paper. It was a list of the medicinal ingredients needed for the pills he planned to try crafting, with the exact quantities noted.

"These are common ingredients. You're the sect leader's daughter; it should be no problem for you to just take a quick trip to the treasury!" Mo Yang said as he handed her the list.

Su Fei'er had no other choice. After a moment of hesitation, she took the list, glanced over it, and then spoke to Mo Yang. "If you don't keep your word, I'll make sure you become a eunuch!"

Mo Yang watched as Su Fei'er stormed out of the courtyard, his expression one of surprise. He knew she was feisty, but he hadn't expected her to be this fiery. Recalling the look in her eyes as she left, he couldn't help but feel a cold chill run down his spine.

"Ugh, this girl... I should avoid making her mad in the future."

After muttering to himself, he turned and entered the house. He planned to study the alchemy furnace. As for the marriage proposal nonsense, it had nothing to do with him.

Two hours later, Su Fei'er returned. She tossed a spatial ring at Mo Yang and coldly said, "Everything you wanted is in here."

Mo Yang took the ring and, after checking it, smiled with delight. There was far more than he had requested. Su Fei'er had likely not even bothered to check, simply stuffing the ingredients in haphazardly.

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