Chapter 908 What else?
Ten kilograms of stone milk wine is really nothing to Jingtian, it is just some energy points plus five drops of stone milk.
After hearing Jingtian's words, the old man finally came to his senses. He put four jars of stone milk wine under the table and looked at Jingtian again.
"Come, sit down and have a couple of drinks with the old man." Suddenly the old man invited Jingtian.
"Um?"
Jingtian was stunned. He didn't expect that this old guy would actually invite him.
With a thought in mind, Jingtian sat down.
"Where are you from, young man? What level of alchemy are you?" The old man poured Jingtian a small glass of wine.
It was obvious that he didn't want to pour more, so he only poured half a cup into a small teacup.
Jingtian slightly despised the old man's stinginess.
"Replying to the old man, I came from the depths of Dragon Mountain, and my level of alchemy master is... rank six."
Jingtian concealed some of his alchemist level. The sixth level is still considered an intermediate alchemist.
Jingtian knew that the title of a high-level alchemist at his age was somewhat appalling, so he only said intermediate level.
Even so, the old man paused and looked at Jingtian. "At such a young age, you not only have high-level alchemy fire, but you are also a mid-level alchemist? Which school did you learn from?"
"I was born in a small sect called Longshan Sect. My master is not an alchemist. He is just a junior who was taught by a secret book of alchemists." Jingtian answered fluently.
Wen Chang had told him before he came that someone would ask this kind of question sooner or later, so he was prepared.
Although this answer is very general, it is relatively complete, and no one would actually go to the depths of Longshan to investigate its authenticity.
As for the so-called Longshan Gate, it is the name of the small sect of Wenchang.
As expected, the old man did not ask any further questions. It was enough for him to know that this kid did not have a big sect as his backer.
"Are you here to participate in the Dan Sect Young Alchemist Competition?"
The old man picked up the wine glass and took a sip. After savoring it, he continued to ask Jingtian.
"Yes." Jingtian picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp.
The old man's mouth twitched, and he was obviously distressed.
"Want to join Danzong?" the old man asked again.
Jingtian reached out for the wine jug and wanted to pour himself another glass. He had been cheated out of five jugs of wine, so the more he could drink the better.
"What? That's all you have. If you want to drink, drink your own." The old man moved like lightning and grabbed the wine jug directly into his arms.
Jingtian narrowed his eyes. The old guy moved too quickly. He didn't look like an ordinary old man at all.
"Old man, you've been asking me for a long time, but I still don't know who you are!" Jingtian hugged his shoulders and stopped answering questions, and began to ask the old man.
This old man is definitely not simple. It doesn’t necessarily mean that he is powerful, but just his identity.
If an ordinary old man can work in such a place, it is definitely not something an ordinary old man can do.
"Me? I'm an old guy who is about to die. The Qian family is kind-hearted and arranged a place for me to live in. I don't have to worry about food and drink every day, that's all." said the old man.
"Qian family?"
Jingtian raised his eyebrows and then smiled, "Are you going to die of old age? I'm afraid you are tens of thousands of years old?"
After Jingtian finished speaking, he stared at the old man, trying to see something from his reaction.
However, the old man was unusually calm. He took a sip of wine and said, "How many tens of thousands of years old? That means he is about to become an immortal. I am eighty-nine years old this year!"
"Eighty-nine? You really act like it. Forget it. Give me a booth and I'll get busy."
Jingtian directly concluded that this old guy was not an ordinary person, and this time it was confirmed that the old man’s strength was extraordinary.
Being too calm is actually the biggest loophole.
The old man was stunned. Why did this boy suddenly change?
Where did I reveal my flaw?
But this little bastard actually said that he was pretending?
The old man thinks that his acting skills are definitely at the level of an actor. He has been here for dozens of years and naturally has come into contact with some special genius alchemists. He always treats himself as an old man who is about to die.
"Don't worry, let's talk for a while. You want to set up a stall just to earn some spiritual herbs and practice, right?"
The old man just refused to give Jingtian a stall sign and continued to wave at him, asking him to sit down.
"I won't sit down. Since you are not honest, we can't chat today. If you don't give me a stall sign, I will just not set up my stall here and go directly to Danhuang City. The Alchemist Market there is much better than here, right?" Jingtian said with a sneer.
After saying that, Jingtian was ready to turn around and leave.
This kid!
The old man was a little anxious.
He was very interested in Jingtian, a sixth-grade alchemist in his early twenties with high-level alchemy fire. Such a talent should not be missed.
Fortunately, the old man did not discover that Jingtian’s Dan Fire was the Nether Flame Fire, otherwise he would definitely not have acted like this with Jingtian.
But even so, he didn't want Jingtian to leave.
"Wait a minute, young man, you really have no patience. Here is your booth sign. Alchemy Room No. 88 is yours for use for three days. If you stay beyond three days, you will be charged."
The old man originally wanted to keep Jingtian and ask him something, but he felt that if he asked any more questions, he would be trapped.
So the old man chose to compromise and took out a 20-centimeter card and a jade door card from under the table.
Jingtian knew at a glance that the big signs were the introductions and billboards placed on the alchemists' desks.
"Here is an energy stone pen. Write your introduction here." The old man took out another special stone pen and threw it to Jingtian.
Jingtian didn't hesitate. He picked up the slate pencil, thought for a moment and started writing.
This pen sounds magical. The words written on it turn into neat and square fonts naturally, just like they were printed.
"To refine all elixirs below the sixth grade, double the materials, and each furnace will produce three elixirs, except for special types."
Jingtian did not write his alchemist rank, nor did he write his name to introduce himself.
The old man was speechless watching from the side. It was the first time he saw someone not even writing his own name.
And this introduction is a bit crazy.
The alchemists in this small nameless town are mostly low-level, there are also some mid-level ones, but they basically do not come to the market.
And...there must be five pills below the sixth grade?
This is too crazy. Not to mention the failure rate of alchemy, even if it succeeds, a furnace of fourth, fifth or sixth grade pills usually only produces five pills at most, and many only produce three or even two pills.
This also depends on the ability of alchemy. Many intermediate alchemists can refine fourth, fifth or sixth grade pills, and it is already good enough if they can guarantee one!
"Only a high-level alchemist would dare to write like this. Boy, if you can get the mid-level elixir business, I, an old man..."
The old man paused here.
Jingtian quickly asked; "How are you?"
Jingtian felt that this guy might want to dig a hole for himself, so he naturally couldn't miss this opportunity.
