Chapter 2: Strange Scenery

Chapter 2: Strange Scenery

"Good wine!"

Chen Lin exclaimed in admiration.

Zhao Zhengyuan smiled proudly, "That's natural, this is my family's culinary skill, and I can live in this city thanks to this craft."

"Indeed, Friend Zhao's brewing skills are unmatched."

Chen Lin nodded and then turned to ask, "By the way, didn't you say you were going to refine pills earlier? How's that going?"

Zhao Zhengyuan's face fell.

His proud expression vanished instantly.

"Ah, don't mention it."

Zhao Zhengyuan sighed, shaking his head repeatedly.

But he quickly lifted his chin and gazed at Chen Lin with a cold smile, "A trivial pill-refining technique can't stump me, I'm Zhao Zhengyuan, from a family of pill-refiners!"

Chen Lin's mouth twitched involuntarily and replied with a cold smile, "Right, right, with your determination and talent, you'll surely succeed."

Zhao Zhengyuan let out a bitter laugh and returned to normal, "Thanks for the encouragement, but unfortunately my inherited techniques are incomplete, otherwise there might be a slight chance."

Chen Lin forced a smile and said nothing more.

Interacting with the people here was a kind of torture.

They seemed to be unaware of their own abnormalities.

The two of them started drinking in silence.

"By the way, Friend Zhao, is it really that difficult to refine pills?"

When Chen Lin saw that they had almost finished the bottle of wine and the meat and porridge were almost gone, he finally asked the question he wanted to know.

Although the other person's mood could change at any time, he couldn't leave, so he had to adapt, and when they weren't "sick," everyone was still normal.

The resources here were extremely scarce, and with his identity, he couldn't buy any pills to help him improve his cultivation.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of using Spirit Rice Porridge to break through the bottleneck.

And he didn't want to stay in this strange place for a moment longer, thinking only about breaking through the middle stage of qi refinement and then escaping.

So he decided to refine the pills himself.

With the ability to hit every ten times, as long as he had the tools, materials, and pill formula, he was sure to succeed.

Zhao Zhengyuan, slightly drunk, exhaled a mouthful of wine, "Tell me, if it wasn't difficult, would even the lowest-quality qi restoring pills be so expensive?"

"That's right, I heard that even among the few qi refining families, each of them only has one pill refiner, and if you, Friend Zhao, succeed, you can immediately go to the inner city and enjoy yourself, at that time don't forget about me!"

Chen Lin poured Zhao a full cup of wine and said casually, "Friend Zhao, since you've already started trying to refine pills, you must have obtained the pill formula, can you tell me what kind of pill it is?"

Most importantly, he was very poor.

As expected, Zhao Zhengyuan huffed and puffed for a while before finally relenting.

"Add a bit more, how about fifty spirit stones, and you have to promise not to leak it out."

This price was what Chen Lin could accept, so he nodded, "Alright, but I'll need Friend Zhao to explain the basics of pill-refining and the precautions to me."

After a while, Zhao Zhengyuan left with a look of being taken advantage of.

Chen Lin then carefully examined the pill formula.

He was absorbed in it for an unknown amount of time when he heard the copper bell in the corner of the room emit a low, muffled sound. His face changed, and he immediately stood up and went to the window, opening a crack to look outside.

It was already midnight.

Except for the sound of snowflakes being blown by the cold wind, the city was quiet.

Suddenly, a red light beam appeared from a nearby courtyard.

It shot straight into the sky!

Followed by a second, third, and tenth beam.

In the blink of an eye, countless tiny light beams appeared above the city, densely packed yet orderly, piercing into the dark sky without end.

Such a magnificent scene, even when the blizzard was dispersed, yet not a single cultivator in the city came out to take a look.

It remained quiet.

The scene lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour before the red beams slowly faded away.

The wind picked up again, and the snowflakes danced.

Chen Lin stood still for a while before closing the window and returning to the table.

This scene had been happening every day since he transmigrated.

Every night, at this time, it would appear.

The rest of the time was normal.

After a month of investigation, he discovered that each of the red threads was connected to a person, but he didn't know what they were doing.

Moreover, the people connected by the threads seemed to be unaware of it, and he had asked many people in a roundabout way, but they all looked puzzled.

Even the original host's memories didn't have any records of this situation.

So he suspected that the people here, including the original host, couldn't see this strange phenomenon, just like they couldn't notice their own cold smiles.

Lack of knowledge made it impossible for him to speculate about the cause, and with his current cultivation, he didn't have the ability to investigate.

All he could do was quickly raise his cultivation to the Qi Refining middle stage, gain some survival abilities in the wild, and then escape.