Chapter 149: A Day as an Immortal in the Mist

Judging from the current development of Lin Zhan's potential, he would undoubtedly stand out in the near future and look down upon the disciples of all peaks with pride.

Xu Sunian's imagination ran wild. If Lin Zhan could end up with Qin Qingxuan and eventually become a core pillar of the Floating Shadow Peak, and when she finally laid down the heavy burden of the Peak Master to pursue the unfinished dreams of her youth, how wonderful would that be?

Thinking of this, a rare blush crept onto her cheeks, because her unfinished dream was nothing less than finding a cultivation partner and having a litter of children...

On the other side, Yu Ping'an of the Watching West Peak glanced sideways at Xu Sunian's blushing cheeks, his heart fluttering with wandering thoughts. What tournament? What Lin Zhan? All of those were instantly swept from his mind, and the sole thought filling it was Xu Sunian.

"Why is her face suddenly blushing? What on earth is she thinking about?"

Only Bai Fanyuan, the Master of the Heavenly Strong Peak, looked somewhat indifferent. He poured drinks for himself and watched the spectacle with a detached attitude, as if eager for more drama. To him, the recent incident where the Blazing Flame Peak's disciples ambushed his own junior brother, Lin Zhan, was not worth making a fuss over. How many people died in every such tournament anyway? There was no need to dwell on who they died at the hands of.

The various thoughts of these peak masters and elders could not exert the slightest influence on Lin Zhan.

Deep within the Southern Light Abyss, inside a cavern, a few rudimentary-grade secluded ghost formations sealed off the sole entrance, preventing humans and certain wild beasts from accidentally straying into the place.

These were set up by Lin Zhan. Although they still belonged to the rudimentary grade, they at least served their purpose.

The formation flags vanished as soon as they were inserted into the ground, visible only to Lin Zhan. However, this consumed a small fragment of spirit stone essence, which genuinely made his heart ache.

Inside the cavern, Lin Zhan was bustling around a large furnace, sweating profusely.

The Star-Moon Divine Furnace was a gift from Uncle Lian, the helmsman of the Heavenly Treasures Pavilion. This large furnace was the largest among the Star-Moon Divine Furnace set, used specifically for refining the lowest-grade medicinal pills.

Lin Zhan had once collected all sorts of materials at the trading center of the Heavenly Treasures Pavilion. Most of the spiritual herbs and plants had been exhausted during the crisis at Fuyang Inn, but fortunately, he had retained the materials intended for alchemy.

According to the medicinal formulas recorded in the Unsurpassed Alchemy Tome, only the refining of entry-grade pills could be pieced together.

Currently, the materials he had were pitifully sufficient for only one kind, and moreover, this pill was relatively obscure—it was called the "Ethereal One-Day Immortal"!

Lin Zhan had no idea what kind of effect the Ethereal One-Day Immortal would have. The Unsurpassed Alchemy Tome only contained a note or two, stating that back in the day, many people yearned for the days of immortals, so the Unsurpassed Alchemy Sect had researched and developed this specific pill, which supposedly granted the sensation of being an immortal upon consumption.

With no other choice left, he had no alternative but to experiment with refining this pill called the Ethereal One-Day Immortal.

The large furnace was suspended in the air, and several materials were added one after another. Lin Zhan channeled his Blazing Flame Fire to raise the temperature of the furnace body.

The entire process was executed strictly according to the instructions in the Unsurpassed Alchemy Tome.

Refining pills for the very first time was naturally extremely unfamiliar. Not only was the process interrupted countless times, but a significant amount of herbal materials was also wasted.

As for the success rate, it was completely out of the question—everything turned into charred residue, without even the ghost of a single pill. Moreover, the cavern was turned into a smoky mess, making it impossible to even maintain normal breathing.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Lin Zhan rushed out of the cave once more, coughing loudly and gasping for fresh air. Looking at his face, head, and body, he appeared as though he had just crawled out of a pile of charcoal.

After finishing his coughs, Lin Zhan quickly scurried back into the cave to resume his experiment.

Around the nth furnace batch, it was declared a failure yet again. This time, there was no thick black smoke because Lin Zhan had grown wiser and summoned the white bone pagoda, placing it to the side to devour the waste.

If the white bone pagoda possessed a spirit, what would it think? Out of guilt, Lin Zhan chose not to ponder that question.

Opening the ancient and heavy furnace lid, the final wisp of black smoke still rushed squarely into Lin Zhan's face.

Inside the pill furnace was yet another charred wasteland, leaving behind only a shallow layer of residue at the bottom.

Lin Zhan wiped the sweat from his face, instantly smearing the greasy black soot everywhere. He sat down heavily on the ground and inexplicably slipped into a wonderful reverie.

"How I miss the Hero's Pool!"

If he could jump into the pool right now and soak in it, how comfortable would that be?

The air in the cavern was thick with the smell of burning, the spiritual Qi emitted by the herbs, and an faint, special fragrance. All these scents intertwined until they were indistinguishable from one another.

Lost in his fantasy, Lin Zhan imagined himself immersed entirely in the Hero's Pool, swimming freely.

In the pool swam gigantic Ice-Soul Silver Fish, their slippery bodies darting about merrily near him.

Then came a few crisp ripples of laughter, mingled with the playful chatter of women.

Lin Zhan turned his head to look, and—wow! Beauties gathered together, playing in the water. What was going on here? Qin Qingxuan, exuding the aura of an overbearing older sister, covered her fiery red undergarment across her chest and stared at him with burning eyes.

Beside her was Yun Yin, whose clothes were already hanging in tatters, looking as shy as a flower about to bloom. That slender waist made Lin Zhan swallow hard, gulping down his saliva.

And there was more! A purple-gold figure suddenly soared up from the pool water, shook herself in mid-air, and showered Lin Zhan's face with water droplets.

It was Nightingale's voice, saying, "Young master, come quickly..."

With a swoosh, Nightingale's tiny purple-gold Luan body transformed into human form in mid-air, executed a graceful diving motion, and plunged into the pool water.

Before Lin Zhan could take it all in, Nightingale's head emerged from the water right in front of him. With a shake of her hair, the trailing drops of water falling off instantly nearly caused his blood to rush to his head.

"Hehe, young master, do you like Nightingale?" Nightingale slipped into his arms, murmuring softly with a pout.

Qin Qingxuan and Yun Yin also swam over swiftly, their slender, graceful figures looming and vanishing beneath the surface of the water.

Soon, Lin Zhan was surrounded by the three women.

Just at this critical juncture, the figure of a woman in black with a veiled face walked leisurely along the riverbank. Lin Zhan turned pale with fright, shielding the three women behind him as he shouted, "Run quickly, Shui Hanyan is here to kill me!"

To his surprise, instead of panicking, the three women giggled and continued their previous harassment of Lin Zhan.

Dumbfounded, Lin Zhan watched as Shui Hanyan on the bank slowly drew her soft Dream-Frost sword. His heartbeat quickened uncontrollably, sounding like a beating drum.

Then he watched as Shui Hanyan gently laid the soft sword aside, slowly removed the black veil from her face, shed her black outer robe, and step by step, walked down into the water. With unblinking eyes, she walked toward him step by step...

"Lin Zhan, I want to eat Heavenly Chicken again!" Hearing these words, Lin Zhan shivered.

The scene shifted, and Lin Zhan found himself once more atop the peak of a certain mountain, holding an ink-black sword, with the majestic white bone pagoda standing tall beside him.

His opponent was none other than Ning Wanqing, the Master of the Red Refining Palace's Youxiang Palace!

"Today, let this Palace test whether you have truly made any progress!" Ning Wanqing's avatars suddenly manifested, and countless figures rushed overwhelmingly toward Lin Zhan from all directions.

Lin Zhan laughed wildly at the sky, "Hahaha, Fairy Aunt, you underestimate me too much. Today I have already achieved the Dao and ascended to immortality; let's see if I won't beat you until you call me Big Brother..."

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Inside the cavern, leaning against the pill furnace, Lin Zhan wore a dazed expression, yet a smug smile hung across his face. (To be continued.)