"Your kind of spiritual tea is made from the leaves of the Heaven-reaching Divine Tree, burned with the sun's essence fire for seventy-seven days, then weathered by the Nine Heavens Gang Wind, and finally soaked in the Immortal Jade Liquid, right?"
Shen Chenfeng put down his teacup and asked coldly.
"good."
"Mr. Chen, do you also have research on tea ceremony?"
Zhou Qiankun opened his eyes wide instantly, with an incredible expression on his face.
This kind of spiritual tea has long been lost.
He also saw it accidentally in an ancient book.
I originally thought that he was the only one in the world who knew how to refine this kind of spiritual tea.
But I didn't expect that Shen Chenfeng could actually say it accurately.
"I only have a superficial understanding of tea ceremony."
Shen Chenfeng humbly said, then shook his head and said: "But this kind of garbage spiritual tea is used to feed monsters, and it contains a lot of impurities. Although it can improve cultivation, the impurities precipitate into the body, which is detrimental to future cultivation. .If possible, it would be better to drink less of this kind of rubbish spiritual tea in the future.”
"What?"
"This kind of spiritual tea is used to feed monsters?"
Upon hearing this, Cai Ying trembled all over.
Zhou Qiankun even snorted coldly, with a trace of anger on his face.
You know, this kind of spiritual tea is extremely precious.
Normally, he himself would not be willing to take a sip.
Even the Sinful City Lord was rejected by him without mercy.
However.
Such a precious spiritual tea was actually called garbage by Shen Chenfeng!
There is no reason for this.
Zhou Qiankun was so angry that if he hadn't cared about Shen Chenfeng's identity, he would have killed Shen Chenfeng with one palm.
"What, you don't believe it?"
Seeing Zhou Qiankun's angry expression, Shen Chenfeng looked cold and said nonchalantly: "Elder Zhou, when was your last breakthrough?"
"Mr. Chen, why do you ask this?"
Zhou Qiankun was slightly stunned, and then said with an embarrassed look on his face.
Shen Chenfeng shook his head and whispered: "You don't have to worry, just answer directly."
"this……"
Zhou Qiankun hesitated for a moment, then scratched his head and said, "I feel ashamed to say that my last breakthrough was five hundred years ago."
"good."
Shen Chenfeng nodded and continued to ask: "Then how long did it take you to break through from the first level to the second level?"
"When I was promoted from the first level of Tribulation Transcendence to the second level of Transcendence Tribulation, it only took ten years."
"It took me nearly twenty years to advance from the second level to the third level."
Zhou Qiankun groaned and said honestly: "From then on, every time I improve my cultivation level, it will take ten years."
"According to what you said, it should be about sixty years when you are promoted from the fifth level to the sixth level."
Shen Chenfeng's eyes flashed and he said calmly: "But why, after five hundred years, are you still at the fifth level of transcending tribulation?"
Hearing this, Zhou Qiankun was stunned for a moment.
Then he seemed to remember something and said incredulously: "Is it possible that it's all because of this spiritual tea?"
Shen Chenfeng smiled noncommittally and said: "Elder Zhou, let me ask you. Every time at noon, do you feel like you are burning inside?"
"This, this, this..."
"How did you know?"
Zhou Qiankun trembled in his heart and looked at Shen Chenfeng in surprise.
At noon, all five parts of the body were burned.
This has always been his secret, and no one has ever told it.
But I didn't expect that Shen Chenfeng would see through it at a glance.
"Every time you practice meditation, have you ever had the illusion of being burned by flames?"
Shen Chenfeng did not answer and continued to ask in a low voice.
Zhou Qiankun's expression changed and he said nothing.
"Do you feel hot all over your body every time you go late at night?"
"Every time the moon is full, do you feel that your power suddenly becomes violent and difficult to control?"
"Also, do you feel very excited every time you kill someone?"
Shen Chenfeng put his hands behind his back and asked three questions in a row.
Zhou Qiankun could no longer remain calm. He finally believed what Shen Chenfeng said. He quickly raised his hands in salute, lowered his posture and said, "Mr. Chen, save me."
"Elder Zhou, don't worry."
"It's just impurities, it's just a trivial matter."
Shen Chenfeng smiled nonchalantly and said: "When I turn around, I will refine two elixirs for you to ensure that you are comfortable and your illness will be cured."
"Thank you Mr. Chen."
Zhou Qiankun took a deep breath, his face full of excitement.
Then he caught a glimpse of the spiritual tea on the table, and couldn't help but get angry. He grabbed the tea cup and shouted sternly: "It's all this garbage spiritual tea that ruined my practice. If Mr. Chen hadn't pointed it out, my thousands of years of cultivation would have been destroyed. This garbage spiritual tea is ruined.”
After saying that, Zhou Qiankun raised the teacup and was about to drop it to the ground.
"Wait a minute."
"Elder Zhou, although this kind of spiritual tea has many impurities, it is not useless."
Shen Chenfeng raised his hand casually, stopped Zhou Qiankun, and said: "If you add the three extremely cold things of thousand-year-old snow lotus, ten-thousand-year-old cedar, and black ice chalcedony, you can neutralize the yang energy in the spiritual tea, and then refine it." Make it into a demon god pill."
"Demon God Pill?"
Cai Ying looked confused, obviously she had never heard of this kind of elixir.
Zhou Qiankun trembled all over, looked at Shen Chenfeng in disbelief, and said with a hint of excitement in his voice: "Demon God Pill... Mr. Chen, did I hear you right? What you just said was lost in ancient times, and it is said to be able to improve demons." A beast-level demon god pill?"
"What?"
"Improve the level of the monster?"
Cai Ying took a breath of air and finally realized how powerful the Demon God Pill was.
You must know that the largest number of cultivators in this world are not human beings.
But the demon clan.
However, ordinary monsters do not have much intelligence. They are still like wild beasts, controlled by their savage beastly nature, and cannot pose much threat to humans.
Only high-level monsters can make people feel fearful.
They are extremely powerful when they are born.
Not only does it possess extremely strong strength, but it also has wisdom that is not inferior to that of humans.
There are also stronger super monsters, which can even be compared to the desolate sacred beasts of ancient times, and are terrifying beyond measure.
Every time it appears, it will bring unprecedented catastrophe to mankind.
However.
Although the super monsters are terrifyingly powerful, their only shortcoming is that their numbers are too small.
Even if it takes tens of thousands of years, one may not appear.
but.
If those monsters were made aware of the existence of the Demon God Pill.
They can continuously upgrade their levels and create countless super monsters.
At that time, the entire human race, and even the entire Lingwu Continent, will be completely destroyed.
Thinking of this, Cai Ying couldn't help but shudder.
Zhou Qiankun's eyes were shining, and he was excited and incoherent, saying: "Mr. Chen, you are not lying to me. This kind of garbage spiritual tea, plus three kinds of extremely cold things, can really refine the legendary long-lost Demon God Pill?"
