Chapter 70 The Abandoned Pill Room

Chapter 70 The Abandoned Pill Room

"No, this is your token, take it."

A low-level cultivator around forty years old threw a waist card into Lin Xuan's hand. He looked indifferently and squinted at this dull-looking young man. He was in charge of the Abandoned Pill Room. This was the most trashy position. There is no oil or water, this young man must have been deceived by Feng Guanshi.

For the contempt in his eyes, Lin Xuan pretended not to see it. Now that he has a big secret, he must act low-key, it is best to pretend to be a fool.

"Thank you, brother."

Lin Xuan looked at the waist card in his hand. It was half the size of a palm, and it was not made of gold or wood. The words "Abandoned Pill House" were engraved on the front, and "Gu Shi" was engraved on the back.

This is the token representing one's own identity. With it, the restrictions on the first floor of Danxia Mountain can be broken, and one can freely enter and exit the abandoned alchemy room without hindrance.

Danxia Mountain, as an important place of the sect, is divided into three floors.

Among them, the second floor is dozens of alchemy rooms that have introduced the fire of the earth veins, and the third floor stores all kinds of finished medicines and medicinal materials, which are very important places. There are layers of restrictions, and there are countless light and dark levels, which are extremely difficult to enter. .

The first floor includes the abandoned alchemy room, the reception room, and various miscellaneous affairs. There are fewer restrictions. With this waist card, Lin Xuan, as a low-level steward on the periphery of Danxia Mountain, can be on the first floor. Travel without hindrance.

Holding the waist card, Lin Xuan was happy in his heart, but his face was still blank, like that low-level cultivator saying goodbye.

When he walked out of the room and came to a place where no one was around, Lin Xuan was holding the badge in his hand, and the newcomer's air that didn't understand anything disappeared immediately, and he looked shrewd and mature, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth smile.

Finally, he got the position of steward of the Abandoned Pill Room. He only paid the price of a spar fragment, and he achieved his goal, which guaranteed the source of pills in the future, and it would not arouse the suspicion of everyone at all, killing two birds with one stone.

After being silent for a while, Lin Xuan took out a jade tube slip from his bosom, and poured his consciousness into it. It contained not exercises, but a map of the first floor of Danxia Mountain, as well as some precautions, where to go , where entry is strictly prohibited.

After browsing around, Lin Xuan found the seat of the waste pill storage room from inside, and then strode over there.

"In the eyes of other cultivators, this waste pill is really rubbish. On the way to other places, there are more or less restrictions, but there is nothing in this waste pill storage room." Lin Xuan walked, While talking to himself in his heart, but the more it is like this, the better it is for him, and the waste pill is not taken seriously, which is more convenient for him to act.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Lin Xuan finally came to the waste pill storage room. This is a courtyard-style building. The largest room is the warehouse, and the rest are the living places for the steward and his boys.

It is relatively simple, but the area is quite spacious. Lin Xuan looked it over, nodded in satisfaction, and then walked directly into the courtyard.

In the yard, several fifteen and six-year-old boys were basking in the sun boredly. Obviously, no one had come here for a long time, so they were surprised when they saw Lin Xuan. After putting on the clothes of the cultivator, he immediately showed a respectful expression, ran over, gave a salute, and a boy who looked older and seemed to be the leader said respectfully: "Master Immortal, what is your business here?"

"May I have your name?"

"The young one is called Zhao Ming." The boy was not dissatisfied with Lin Xuan's wrong answer, but said respectfully.

The other boys didn't dare to say a word, which made Lin Xuan fully appreciate the sense of superiority. In the eyes of ordinary people, a cultivator is superior. As a superior, this feeling is very comfortable.

"Are you their leader?"

"Yes!" Zhao Ming replied truthfully: "The young one is the acting manager here."

"Agent in charge?" Lin Xuan was taken aback. Although it was a chore, the position of steward in the sect had always been taken by practitioners. He was an outer disciple...

As if seeing Lin Xuan's doubts, Zhao Ming smiled wryly and said, "To tell you the truth, the steward in the Abandoned Alchemy Room has been vacant for a long time. generation."

"So that's it." Lin Xuan nodded. For other cultivators, the manager of the Abandoned Pill Room has no money, so they are not willing to come.

After thinking about this point, Lin Xuan said proudly: "I am the new manager of the sect. From now on, I will be in charge of the abandoned alchemy room. This is the token waist card. Take a look."

Zhao Ming was not stupid, and obviously expected a little bit, so there was no surprised expression on his face. He took the waist card, checked it was correct, and led the other boys to salute together: "The disciple sees the steward."

"That's all." Lin Xuan waved his hand: "You can do your own thing!"

The other boys were dismissed, but Zhao Ming was left alone: ​​"Take me to look around."

From now on, this will be his territory. Of course, Lin Xuan must clarify the situation first. Zhao Ming nodded and led the way respectfully.

"Squeak!"

A heavy door was slowly opened, and countless dust fell from the top of his head. Lin Xuan looked a little astonished, looking at the messy pile of bottles and jars in front of him: "This...is this the warehouse where the waste pills are stored?"

"Yes, Master Immortal."

"Why does it look like no one has cleaned it for a long time, and it hasn't been tidied up? It's just piled up in a mess. How about the account sheet? How many waste pills are there?"

"This..." Zhao Ming was tongue-tied, and after a while, he said cautiously: "Master Immortal, I don't even know how many waste pills there are. I haven't done the accounting table for a long time."

"How could this be? Aren't you the manager here? Why don't you know anything?"

"Master Immortal, it's like this..." Zhao Ming took a peek at Lin Xuan's face, and carefully considered his words: "You also know that the waste pill contains too many impurities, which is of no use to cultivators at all. It is also harmful to the body. Although it is not discarded, it is really tasteless. If it is piled up here, the management is naturally very chaotic. Piaoyun Valley also has a history of thousands of years, and the rules of the discarded alchemy rooms in all dynasties are like this, anyway, these discarded pills are rubbish, no one will come to collect them, so why count them?"