Path of Alchemy Mastery-Chapter 330 - 231: Poor Devil?

"Since that is the case, let’s compose our spirit and continue forward."

Mu Can thought for a bit and decided to keep going upward. However, in his heart, he silently recited the Daoist Scripture that Purple Cloud had taught him back then. It was of the same origin as the Reincarnation Life Spell that Purple Cloud had used to help Mu Can in the duel against Mu Zili, saving those Soul Bodies. However, its effect was far simpler, capable of soothing one’s state of mind, ensuring a ripple-free disposition.

Anything that Purple Cloud offered was at least of the Immortal Venerable Level. In the present, the Immortal Venerable seemed to be comparable to the Martial Saint level of the Mortal World. Thus, this kind of Magic Spell from the Lawbook had a significant effect on Mu Can. After calming his mind, no matter how monotonous the journey, Mu Can continued to walk upwards with a face as still as an ancient well.

Indeed, when the heart is tranquil, naturally, there are no troubles. Regardless of how desolate the outside world is, Mu Can no longer felt any tedium. Walking for an indeterminate time, the scene before him finally began to change.

Ahead was an unexpected crossroads, where two ascending stone stairways merged into one.

"What is this for?" Mu Can instantly became spirited. While the Calming Incantation from the Daoist Scripture could calm and concentrate the mind, such continuous travel made Mu Can feel so bored that he was nearly lulled to sleep. Thus, when the stone stairs suddenly changed, Mu Can promptly perked up.

Change signifies opportunity, and opportunity spells chance. From just the first test of greed he had faced, Mu Can had already received considerable benefits. If he could overcome a couple more, even if he was only at an intermediate martial god level, he could achieve the peak physical state of a Martial Saint. That would give him a huge advantage in future battles.

"Eh? The path ahead is blocked; it seems like I am supposed to wait for someone from another path?" Mu Can reached the fork and found that the path ahead was already cut off. He was not in a hurry and calmly waited, gazing at the other ascending stone stairway.

The surrounding environment was so quiet that there were no sounds at all, no chirping of insects or birds, no tinkling of water, not even the sound of the wind. All was silent, and the only thing one could hear was their heartbeat. One could even clearly hear the sound of blood flowing from the heart to the limbs and body.

Out of sheer boredom, Mu Can tried walking around and suddenly discovered that there was a pavilion hidden in the mist next to the fork. Mu Can was thrilled and continued towards the pavilion.

It was a pavilion with an ancient style, seldom seen even in the Mortal World. Mu Can knew from books that this was a very old architectural style. The four pillars of the pavilion were adorned with different patterns and even had a painting on each, paintings that Mu Can could not comprehend. To say they were paintings seemed less appropriate than to call them doodles.

As legends say, before the advent of written language, the ancients used illustrations to record and pass down culture. Therefore, although Mu Can could not understand the meaning of these four paintings, he firmly memorized them in his heart. Opportunities could be found everywhere on Tongshen Mountain, and while he didn’t understand their significance now, what if they proved useful later? Mu Can thought to himself this way.

The style of the pavilion’s exterior differed greatly from present-day pavilions in the Mortal World, but its interior construction was very similar to those pavilions.

There was a round stone table, with four matching stone stools encircling it; as simple as an ordinary pavilion.

Of course, Mu Can did not think so. Such a stone pavilion appearing on Tongshen Mountain was already unexpected, and he absolutely would not believe if there was nothing special about this pavilion.

"Exactly where is the problem?" Mu Can circled the pavilion twice but could not find anything out of the ordinary. freewebnøvel.coɱ

After calling out for Wang Cai, he found that the connection through Divine Sense was blocked, unable to reach Wang Cai at all; thus, he abandoned the idea of asking Wang Cai for guidance.

"What exactly do they want us to do here? Two separate stairways converge into one path; the intent is clear—it’s to make the two of us compete. But what’s the purpose of this pavilion? Could it be a resting place for us? I doubt the Sovereign would be so leisurely." Mu Can pondered seriously, then unconsciously walked over to a stone bench inside the pavilion, and slowly sat down.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind blew past Mu Can, who had to squint slightly, and when he reopened his eyes, he found himself at a new location—on a huge grandstand, looking down upon an enormous arena. Right now, the arena was empty, but many figures had gradually appeared in the stands.

"Hey! Brother, from the look of you, you’ve just been teleported here, right?" Mu Can surveyed the surroundings while a bearded hulk of a man nearby greeted him amiably.

The bearded giant, who was about twice the size of Mu Can with arms as thick as Mu Can’s thighs, carried two large axes on his back, looking much like a bandit. Such a figure would surely scare any misbehaving child straight when seen outside.

Although the giant had a terrifying appearance, his strength was only that of a mid-level Martial Arts Sect, a level Mu Can didn’t take seriously at all.

While sizing up the bearded man, Mu Can nodded his head; it seemed the bearded man might have some information, and Mu Can didn’t mind getting some news from him.

"I knew it, brother, you just arrived with a clueless expression. Want some information? I’m not greedy—a thread of gluttonous essence will do," the bearded man said with a grin, intending to do business with Mu Can.

However, the deal was obviously a bit steep—a thread of gluttonous essence, an intentional ploy to increase Mu Can’s bodily strength by about one percent. But don’t underestimate this one percent. In real combat, this could be the key to victory or defeat.

"Forget it." Not to mention Mu Can didn’t possess any gluttonous essence, even if he did have any unrefined, gluttonous essence to absorb, Mu Can wouldn’t want to trade it for information with the strong man—as it was uncertain whether the strong man actually knew any valuable information.

Mu Can looked around and surprisingly found that the architecture here was incredibly similar to a certain type of building in the Mortal World.

"Isn’t this a Battle Arena? Could this be the challenge of the Second Level?" Mu Can thought, although he didn’t understand why sitting on the pavilion would transport him here.

Seeing that Mu Can had no desire to trade, the bearded man grumbled something under his breath and turned away to look for other buyers.

Mu Can heard it clearly; the words muttered by the bearded man were two simple characters.

"Penniless."

"Heh, to be despised by someone."