"I guess it's the owner of the attic." Chen Mo walked around the hall and expressed his opinion.
Meng Qianqiu said: "Oh? How can I see it?"
Chen Mo said slowly: "If it was an outsider who caused the damage, he would not destroy the alchemy furnace, nor would he waste so many elixirs on the ground."
"Perhaps this outsider doesn't like these clutter?" Meng Qianqiu asked.
"You underestimate the value of this alchemy furnace." Chen Mo shook his head and said: "Whether it is in terms of quality or material, this object is at least a sixth-grade alchemy furnace or above. How many spiritual stones do you think a sixth-grade alchemy furnace is worth? "
Meng Qianqiu did not answer. Although she did not know how to make alchemy, she still had a rough idea of the value of the alchemy furnace.
Even the worst ninth-grade alchemy furnace can be sold for two thousand spirit stones, let alone a sixth-grade alchemy furnace.
If any sect obtains such a treasure, it can recruit a top-grade alchemist to serve it for more than twenty years.
Meng Qianqiu was silent for a while, and then said: "According to your words, the cultivation level of the owner of the attic should be above the Nascent Soul stage. Ordinary Dan Masters would not act like this."
"Yes."
For some reason, Chen Mo thought of the Bamboo Grove Hut and the Blazing Blood Spider Altar in the Illusion Array. The former had a coffin made of Netherworld Stone, and the latter was said to be a soul-attracting spider from the underworld. Without exception, they all pointed to the same piece of evidence.
"Someone wants to resurrect another person."
How can it be?
Thinking of this, Chen Mo suddenly felt an endless sense of absurdity in his heart. Death is like a lamp going out. This is an eternal truth. What is the meaning of going against the will of heaven?
"Is this attic also one of his residences?"
"After a successful elixir refining, the living dead did not resurrect after taking the elixir. He was so angry that he came here and destroyed everything..."
"Everything is as I expected from my analysis. The existence of this forgotten place is probably a testing ground for this monk."
Fragmented clues were swirling in Chen Mo's mind, and he was a little dizzy. After all, Chen Mo was just a Qi refining monk, how could he possibly understand the behavior of the Nascent Soul monks?
"Forget it, I'm not here to investigate the origin of the Forgotten Land. It's most practical to get something."
Chen Mo cleared his mind, but saw that Meng Qianqiu was already tumbling around on the second floor. She made the already messy scene even more complicated.
Even if they cooperated and the two parties revealed each other's secrets, she showed more. With just one movement, Chen Mo knew that Meng Qianqiu knew nothing about alchemy.
"In an ordinary alchemy room, the most valuable thing is the alchemy furnace. Since this thing has been destroyed, the most valuable thing... is naturally the alchemy recipe mastered by the alchemist!"
Chen Mo chuckled lightly and walked towards the desk with a missing corner on the south side. There were also many classics piled there, as well as dozens of dusty jade slips.
"If there is an alchemy recipe, it must be in a book. This is how alchemists temporarily preserve it."
Chen Mo himself is a middle-grade alchemist, so it is not surprising to know this.
But he also knew in his heart that even if there was one, it wouldn't be a high-end elixir. Alchemists would hide rare things like that close to their bodies. The only ones that could be left behind were those that the alchemists didn't refine often, but were good at it. It's just an unpopular low-end recipe.
"No....."
Chen Mo took a book and there was a clatter. All the pieces of paper were as thin as a fragile eggshell. With a slight shake, they turned into crumbs all over the floor.
"What are you doing?" Meng Qianqiu noticed Chen Mo's behavior and immediately asked.
"Come here if you want to find treasures." Chen Mo was not worried about Meng Qianqiu robbing him. The two had agreed before entering the building that everything they got would be divided equally, and neither party could intentionally hurt each other.
None of them could afford the consequences of violating the oath of the spiritual contract, after all, both of them had thrown a drop of blood into it.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
As more and more pieces of paper were piled on the ground, Meng Qianqiu also understood Chen Mo's intention. She frowned and said:
"You want to find the elixir recipe? It's useless. These papers are too fragile. Even if they are sandwiched inside, they will break into powder if we shake them. How can you still put them together?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the books in Chen Mo's hand fell away, making a crisp clang sound, as if a delicate metal plate hit the ground.
"Qingyang Pill!"
Chen Mo's eyes flashed slightly. He saw the font on the front of the iron piece and silently muttered in his heart.
"What is this?" Meng Qianqiu asked.
"I forgot to tell you..." Chen Mo picked up the iron piece and handed it to Meng Qianqiu: "The elixir prescriptions made a long time ago were made of meditation iron, and the situation you mentioned will not happen."
Meng Qianqiu did not take it: "What are you doing for me?"
"I don't know the ancient calligraphy, but seeing as you were able to read before, I guess you must know it. Could you please read it aloud?"
"Qingyang Pill."
Meng Qianqiu turned over the iron piece and turned it over again, wondering: "Only these words?"
When Chen Mo saw that Meng Qianqiu had not lied about such a trivial matter, he felt certain in his heart. He took it over and said:
"Concentrate your spiritual consciousness and go inside to investigate, and you will have the corresponding configuration method. You and I haven't seen this elixir recipe yet, so let's consider it a treasure."
The two began to search for the second prescription. After about a cup of tea, another crisp sound fell to the ground. This time it was from Meng Qianqiu.
Chen Mo recognized Dan Fang's name again. He remained silent and began to observe Meng Qianqiu's reaction.
"Little Resurrection Pill." Meng Qianqiu still said truthfully. The two took the opportunity to speed up. After everything was turned over, only the pill recipe from two thousand years ago was left.
Chen Mo was the first to speak: "I guess these are the only things on this level. Which elixir do you want?"
Meng Qianqiu said: "You and I each make one rubbing, isn't it two?"
Chen Mo didn't know if she was deliberately testing him, but he chose to tell the truth: "It's useless. The consciousness that enters first will be imprinted on the elixir. Unless the imprint disappears, there will be no solution to the elixir."
Chen Mo added: "There is no problem between the two of us. After all, it happened a thousand years ago. Even if the owner of this attic is a Nascent Soul cultivator, it will be easy to break it after such a long time."
"I think you know some alchemy methods, why don't you tell me the difference between the Little Resurrection Pill and the Qingyang Pill." Meng Qianqiu responded.
Chen Mo pondered for a while and said: "Just by looking at the names, I can't infer the specific uses, but one thing is certain. The Little Resurrection Pill is a healing elixir, and the Qingyang Pill is probably a cultivation-enhancing elixir."
"Then I'll take this." Meng Qianqiu took the recipe for the Little Resurrection Pill, and Chen Mo accepted the other one.
"Let's go, there's nothing good here."
Chen Mo's eyes glanced around again. Meng Qianqiu had already gone through those bottles and jars. There was no point in checking them again. After that, he raised his legs and walked towards the third floor.
Meng Qianqiu naturally followed closely.
Behind the screen is an open living room, a wooden bed, two chairs and a round table, and that's it.
With such a place that could be seen at a glance, the two of them would not be stupid enough to check it like crazy. They casually flipped through a few important places and continued upstairs without getting any treasure.
The fourth floor is even more empty than the third floor. The moonlight from the outside happens to be reflected in the center of the building, and the circle surrounding it seems to be engraved with an ancient and profound simple formation.
Meng Qianqiu was greatly disappointed, sighed and said: "This is a secret room for cultivation, go on up."
Chen went upstairs silently, but on the fifth floor, he who went up first saw a letter!
Without even thinking about it, Chen Mo's spiritual power suddenly surged, and a fireball soared into the sky and bounced towards the piece of paper.
"stop!!"
Meng Qianqiu understood Chen Mo's thoughts in just a moment. She hurriedly followed up with a cyan wind blade, even faster!
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