CH 379

"Li shopkeeper, has the cinnabar I requested arrived?"

The owner of the medicine shop, who was counting his abacus, looked up and immediately saw the strange man in a red Daoist robe.

Immediately, a flattering smile appeared on his face. This was a big customer, after all. "Hehe, sir, I've been waiting for you. The thirty catties are all here. Oh, Xiaohuzi, help the guest deliver it to his home."

"No need, I'll take it myself." After paying the final payment, Li Huowang picked up the bag with one hand and walked out of the medicine shop.

Xiaohuzi, the shop assistant, was surprised and asked his boss, "Boss, why does this person need thirty catties of cinnabar? Even if it's for medicinal use, ordinary people would only buy a few liang."

With a "hmph," the medicine shop owner bent his middle finger and gave Xiaohuzi a smack on the head. "Does it hurt? Good! Remember this lesson! You're just a shop assistant, it's none of our business what others do with what they buy, even if he uses it to season his rice!"

With a thud, the heavy bag of cinnabar was thrown onto the carriage. Li Huowang got on the carriage and blew the whistle with his mouth, and Mantou immediately followed.

"Giddy up! Giddy up!" Li Huowang glanced at the bag of cinnabar beside him, pulled the reins, and drove the carriage towards the west city gate.

Just last night, Li Huowang suddenly realized that his past self had hit a dead end. Since others could use cinnabar to refine magical tools, why couldn't he?

Moreover, his body's healing speed was extraordinary. Besides causing himself some pain, there were almost no side effects.

More importantly, the magical tools made from cinnabar refined with his own organs were extraordinary in their abilities. They could greatly enhance his own strength, which would be a great help in the upcoming battle against Beifeng.

"Clip-clop." As the horse hooves continuously made sounds on the stone slabs, Li Huowang gradually walked towards the outskirts of the city.

Li Huowang did not take the main roads where many people walked, but deliberately looked for secluded small mountain paths.

When the sun gradually set, Li Huowang finally found a suitable place, a flat ground in front of a few graves.

As soon as Mantou arrived at this place, it immediately became alert, lowering its body and baring its gums at the graves, trembling.

"I will borrow this front yard for one night. Please don't be offended." Li Huowang bowed to the graves and then turned around to take something from the carriage.

Suddenly, Mantou pounced and scared away a few rats, which scurried around.

Li Huowang first took out a small alchemy furnace he obtained from a person xiao, then put the cinnabar into the furnace and placed top-quality snowflake charcoal underneath.

As a former alchemist, Li Huowang was skilled in refining cinnabar. After an hour, he opened the alchemy furnace, and a silver liquid with residue appeared in front of him.

This thing, called "Chana," was taught by Danyang Zi when he was at Qingfeng Temple. In Li Huowang's previous world, it was called "mercury."

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Quickly sieving out the residue, Li Huowang took a bowl and poured the Chana into it. However, this was not enough; he needed more.

After some refining, Li Huowang looked at the large bowl of shiny silver Chana in front of him, a satisfied smile on his face.

"This should be enough."

Li Huowang turned around and took out a shovel that had already been prepared, and began to dig a hole. The more he dug, the deeper it became, until it was deep enough for a person to stand in, then he stopped.

Closing his eyes, Li Huowang took a deep breath and reached into the sheepskin bag hanging from his waist, taking out a dagger that gleamed with a cold light.

"Taoist, do you really have to think about it like this? It's not necessary." The monk rushed over, his face full of reluctance.

In contrast, Red, sitting on Peng Longteng's shoulder, looked like he was waiting to watch a good show.

No matter what illusions surrounded him, Li Huowang's determination could not be shaken. He raised the dagger high and slowly slid it across the middle of his scalp, where there was no skin. Soon, Li Huowang's scalp split open, revealing the blood vessels and flesh underneath.

Then, Li Huowang took off his clothes and stood naked in the hole he had dug, bowing his head and continuously burying himself with soil.

It was somewhat difficult for him to bury himself, but fortunately, Li Sui could help.

As Li Sui's tentacles whipped the soil, the soil around Li Huowang was pounded tightly.

"Li Sui, be a good boy and help me a little more."

Under Li Huowang's command, two tentacles emerged from his neck and slowly wrapped around the large bowl filled with Chana on the ground, moving towards the wound on his head.

Li Huowang struggled hard as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "Move it aside and pour it, don't spill it."

Li Sui obediently did as he was told, extending the tentacles to their maximum length.

As the large bowl tilted, the silver liquid shimmered under the moonlight, looking very beautiful.

"Mmm, ahh!!"

This process was extremely difficult, but Li Huowang dared not waver. He felt his whole body being bitten by ants, almost driving him crazy.

As Li Huowang wriggled and twisted, his body squeezed upward like a snake. After a lot of effort, he finally squeezed out.

"Haha." Li Huowang trembled all over. At this moment, he couldn't tell which part of his body hurt more. He thought he had already gotten used to pain.

But when the cold wind of December blew on his skinless body like a knife, Li Huowang still felt so much pain that he was about to faint.

Trembling, Li Huowang took out the "Fire Coat Scripture" and began to recite the spells on it, trembling.

The burning centipedes crawled over Li Huowang. After a while, his whole body was completely covered in burnt scars.

Perhaps this became even more painful, but at least Li Huowang, covered in scars, could put on clothes.

After putting on his clothes, Li Huowang looked at the ground and took a breath. He collapsed directly onto the carriage, curled up, and fainted.

(End of this chapter)