novelaction Chapter 170 "Alchemy Furnace"
Chapter 170 "Alchemy Furnace"
"Oh no, the door is broken."
Old Umbrella and Red Eyes carried Zhong Ming halfway there, only to find that the gate was already broken and couldn't be locked at all.
"Hopefully this kid's gun is sturdy enough." The old man with the umbrella didn't hesitate; he used the cold air to jam the door shut, using it as a bolt.
Chi Tong raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He grabbed the mother-and-child sword in one hand and pulled Zhong Ming away with the other, and they ran away quickly.
People at the crowded exit next door started throwing incendiary bombs in perfect unison.
Half an hour later, Zhong Ming woke up, his whole body aching, his flesh stiff, and his face pale.
This is a sign of excessive blood loss. The wound reopening just now worsened his condition, and he is now extremely weak.
"Hey, are you awake?"
Old Umbrella sat against the wall, holding a small knife in his hand, tenderly holding up the golden umbrella. Now the golden umbrella had withdrawn its supernatural powers and returned to its original size, covered with a lot of spider silk, which was extremely difficult to remove.
"Is there... water?"
"On your waist," Akame said expressionlessly.
I haven't returned the gourd I lent to Zhong Ming yet. It's been played with for so long, but it's not damaged.
She really didn't want to talk to Zhong Ming right now. Her fingers kept rubbing the two notches on the great bow. That damned male spider's fangs were really powerful; they could actually damage a magical artifact.
"Ah," Zhong Ming shook his head and said, "Why does my head hurt so much? My forehead hurts." He reached down and touched it, and there was a big bump.
Akame's anger, which had just been building up, vanished instantly, and she bit her lip, remaining silent.
Zhong Ming was about to take a big gulp of water when he remembered that it was the gourd of the Crimson-Eyed Fairy, so he had no choice but to raise the gourd high and open his mouth to catch the water.
After taking a few sips and feeling a bit refreshed, he thanked the Crimson-Eyed Fairy and returned the gourd.
"Senior, who are you...?"
"Just call me Old Umbrella." That senior was very much a "local" type, a typical Yunzhou native, with no special characteristics at all, and would be easily lost in a crowd.
Zhong Ming looked around. The son sword and the mother sword were both there, but the Cold Autumn was nowhere to be seen.
"Um, may I ask if you saw a hook-and-sickle spear earlier, senior?"
"Here, wait a while at the door over there. Once things are done at the door, you can take it. Take this opportunity to rest for a while."
Zhong Ming thought about it and realized that what he said made sense. He was about to get some medicine and food when he remembered that the storage bag tied to his arm was empty; it had all been poured onto the male spider's head.
Then, the Crimson-Eyed Fairy saw it...
The weak man's mouth suddenly bulged, then he chewed a few times and swallowed it in one gulp...
A familiar aroma of food from the outpost wafted from his mouth.
She looked at the fasting pill in her hand, took another breath of its fragrance, and began to question the meaning of life.
"Hey kid."
After cleaning the golden umbrella for a long time, Old Umbrella finally couldn't help but ask, "Is your master very powerful?"
"Me?" (chewing) "Master? I think (chewing) "I don't know what level he is at."
"That's incredibly impressive." Old Umbrella smiled broadly. "That strike you used to kill the giant spider with one sword was truly beautiful. Did your master teach you that? Do you have any military merit points at the military camp's exchange office? I'd like to learn it too."
"That sword strike? That's just the sword nurturing technique and the sword drawing technique." Zhong Ming said nonchalantly. What secret could there be?
"Kid, don't try to fool me. Those two hands were nothing compared to your sword energy that swallowed the rainbow just now. I thought some great sword immortal had made a move. Within the same realm, only a shield cultivator known for his expensive and rare swords could withstand it."
"Senior Elder Umbrella, I'm not lying. It's just these two moves, I've only been cultivating my sword energy for a while."
"You little rascal, you're so dishonest. If you don't want to tell me, then don't. You're just making up an excuse to lie to me. Honestly." Old Umbrella turned his head away, took a spirit fruit for himself, wiped it on his clothes, and started to eat it.
Red Eyes: Eyes closed, mind at peace, senses clear, six senses undisturbed, I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry...
.....
After a while, the eating and drinking ended, and he regained some strength. Old Umbrella hesitated slightly, but still took some items out of his storage bag.
These are the eight golden eyes of the male spider.
"Kid, these are your spoils. No matter what, even if that spider didn't die, you can still exchange these eight things for the merit of killing a whole second-grade demon beast." Old Umbrella had considered keeping these spoils, but the methods shown by Zhong Ming and Chi Tong made him feel that these two must be disciples of a major sect.
It's best to maintain good relations first.
"Oh, thank you, senior. How about I give you one too?"
"Give it to me, that's fine. It's your own skill, I saw it clearly. You did a great job. But this little girl saved your life. Do you want to share some of it? It's up to you two to discuss."
Huh? Akame saved me?
Upon hearing this, Zhong Ming realized that Chi Tong had no objection, so the truth was probably pretty much confirmed.
This girl tries to talk as little as possible; I don't know what's wrong with her.
He rose, respectfully approached Chi Tong, and bowed. "Thank you for saving me, Fairy. These..."
"I don't want to." She spoke coldly, without any other meaning, just wanting to end this awkward conversation as soon as possible.
Zhong Ming, however, had a different perspective.
'She did save my life, after all. Could it be that she doesn't value the spider-eye? Probably not. It's more likely that she has no use for it and will repay the favor once she finds a suitable treasure.'
......
As the burning on the other side of the door neared its end, the cultivators there carefully explored the area before rhythmically tossing a few pebbles toward the main gate.
Upon hearing this, Lao San agreed.
"Let's get this done, guys. Let's go."
Zhong Ming immediately got up to get his own Late Spring Cold weapon, which was stuck there, and grabbed it with one hand.
"Ah! Scalding hot pigskin!"
The spear shaft was frighteningly hot, but the key point is that this magical artifact is made of extremely high-quality material. There was no change in appearance at all; there was neither steam nor deformation. You couldn't tell at all that the spear shaft was hot enough to roast meat.
"Oh ho ho~ What are they doing over there by the door?"
"What are we doing? What can we be doing? Roasting spiders, of course. Everyone step back a bit, don't get burned by the heat." Old Umbrella opened the canopy and walked in front again, complaining incessantly but never slacking off in his work.
Zhong Ming hooked his foot, kicked the spear up, leaned against the wall behind him, took a few steps back, and stood in front of Chi Tong.
As soon as the door opened, a wave of heat hit us.
The hall is enclosed, so the fire cannot last long. After the oxygen is used up, the high temperature inside will not dissipate.
High temperature, no fire, enclosed space.
Yes, that's how charcoal is made.
The golden umbrella was raised, providing some shade. Peeking inside, one could see fist-sized "black charcoal" covering the floor, and the walls and floor tiles were blackened by soot. It truly resembled the scene inside an alchemy furnace.