Chapter 0023: The Pavilion of Immortals

The auction price of the magic sword reached over 2.3 million gold coins!
This was something Huang Long never expected.
Although he might have guessed the price would be high, 2.3 million gold coins still took him by surprise.
Adding the gold coins the George family paid for the theft of the first magic sword, the total came to 3 million gold coins! This made Huang Long an unexpectedly wealthy man.
Huang Long knew that his father, Huang Xiong’s Thunder Eagle Legion, only had around 3 million gold coins in military funds each year.
3 million gold coins was enough to cover Huang Long’s expenses on alchemy and weapon crafting for the time being.
That night, after receiving the 3 million gold coins from the George family, Huang Long began purchasing large quantities of medicinal materials and iron ore—it was time to prepare for crafting the Divine Restoring Pill and magical artifacts.
With the Divine Restoring Pill to nourish his spiritual essence, Huang Long believed he could reach the realm of Divine Refinement within two years.
As for magic and combat energy in this world, Huang Long wasn’t in a hurry to practice them. The most important thing now was to restore his magical power, as any spell or ability required a foundation of magical energy.
In Huang Long’s eyes, magic and combat energy were merely trivial skills.
In three months, it would be the registration deadline for the Divine Wind Academy. It wouldn’t be too late to enter the academy and continue his training then.
Entering the Divine Wind Academy and escaping his parents’ “supervision” would make things much easier for Huang Long in terms of both cultivation and daily life. Moreover, he knew it was inevitable—his parents hoped he would become a noble magician.
In the days that followed, aside from practicing at night and engaging in alchemy and weapon crafting during the day, Huang Long also trained ten orc slaves and helped Bog recover from his injuries. Since Bog’s illness had persisted for over a decade, a complete cure wouldn’t happen overnight.
Still, ten days later, the damaged meridians around Bog’s energy sea, caused by necromantic magic, began to recover, and it would be fully healed in another half month.
During this time, Huang Long also kept a close eye on Tai Luo, that old swindler.
Although Huang Long had kept his purchase of large amounts of medicinal materials and iron ore secret through his guard Ling Zhi, his parents, Huang Xiong and Zhao Rong, still found out.
One day, just as Huang Long finished his training, his parents arrived in the courtyard. As soon as Zhao Rong entered, she asked, “Long, I heard you’ve been buying a lot of medicinal materials and iron ore lately. What do you need them for?”
“I’m using them for alchemy and crafting weapons,” Huang Long replied honestly after much consideration.

Anyway, since the matter of purchasing medicinal herbs and iron ore had already been exposed, it didn’t matter if it was spread around—no one would believe that a child could truly know how to refine pills and craft weapons. As expected, after hearing this, Zhao Rong frowned slightly and laughed, “You little one, if you want to play, you can’t spend money like this.” Huang Xiong also laughed and said, “Long, to refine pills, one must first become a pill master.” Then he looked around the courtyard and asked, “You want to craft weapons? Where’s the iron furnace? Can your little arms lift a sledgehammer?” Hearing this, Huang Long smiled to himself. Indeed, no one would believe that his slender arms contained such great strength. Although he was puzzled about where the purchased medicinal herbs and iron ore had gone, Huang Xiong and Zhao Rong didn’t press further. As they left, Zhao Rong said earnestly, “Long, it’s good that you want to become a pill master, but mother must tell you that it’s not easy at all.” On the Hengyuan Continent, to become a pill master, the first requirement was to be able to cultivate fire-type magic or combat energy, and the second, and most stringent, requirement was to be able to cultivate wood-type magic or combat energy. In other words, every pill master would be a magician or warrior who mastered both fire and wood. So, among a hundred magicians or warriors, there might not even be one pill master. Of course, given the low level of pill masters on the Hengyuan Continent, even the top-tier pills created by the most skilled pill masters seemed like trash in Huang Long’s eyes. Looking at his mother Zhao Rong’s earnest expression, Huang Long could only nod and say, “I understand.” After Huang Xiong and Zhao Rong left, Huang Long watched them go and muttered to himself, “It’s very difficult to become a pill master?” Shaking his head, he released the Five Prison Divine Cauldron from his finger and continued refining pills in the courtyard. After being reforged by Huang Long, the Five Prison Divine Cauldron’s quality had improved significantly. After refining pills for a while, Huang Long began crafting a magical artifact—today, it was the Group of Immortals Pavilion. The Group of Immortals Pavilion would become the dwelling place of immortals in another world. Before crafting it, Huang Long recalled various powerful magical artifacts from his past life and planned to imitate the Fan Tian Yin to create it. The Fan Tian Yin was the magical artifact of Guang Chengzi, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, and it was also a highly advanced spiritual treasure in the Chan School. However, Guang Chengzi’s Fan Tian Yin was forged from the mountain of Buzhou by Yuan Shi. Buzhou was the greatest sacred mountain in the primordial era, formed from the spine of Pangu after his death. Therefore, the Group of Immortals Pavilion that Huang Long was crafting now couldn’t compare at all to the Fan Tian Yin created by Yuan Shi. It could only be considered a copy.

The material for Guangchengzi’s Fan Tian Yin was Mount Bu Zhou, whereas the material for the Qunxian Ge that Huang Long intended to forge was an ordinary small mountain on the Hengyuan Continent. Although it was just an ordinary small mountain, Huang Long believed that after being tempered with his true fire in conjunction with the Five Prison Divine Cauldron, its hardness would be such that even a ninth-level warrior, caught off guard, would be reduced to a mass of flesh upon being struck. Despite the inferior quality of the material, Huang Long still put considerable effort into the forging process. Under the continuous tempering by his true fire for a day and night, all impurities in the mountain were removed repeatedly before Huang Long began to implant various grand arrays within it. Soon after, an alternate version of Fan Tian Yin emerged from the Five Prison Divine Cauldron. Floating in mid-air, it shone with dazzling light, about the size of a palm, with the characters “Qunxian” engraved on its base. Unlike the Fan Tian Yin versions from other regions, the Qunxian Ge took the shape of a pyramid. This Qunxian Ge combined offensive and defensive functions, and Huang Long planned to refine it further over time to make it one of his most important magic treasures. Gazing at the Qunxian Ge in the air, Huang Long forced out a drop of his life essence to refine it. With a thought, the pyramid-shaped Qunxian Ge transformed into a beam of golden light and entered Huang Long’s ancestral aperture between his eyebrows. Once inside, the Qunxian Ge floated there, surrounded by a faint glow. By storing the Qunxian Ge in his ancestral aperture, Huang Long could absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth while simultaneously refining it, thereby continuously improving its quality. After storing it there, Huang Long used another thought to enter the inner space of the Qunxian Ge. The space was not large, only half the size of the Huang family’s estate, covering a few square miles. Everything inside was simple, but Huang Long knew that perfecting this magic treasure would require patience. Thus, he practiced at night and refined pills during the day. Twenty days passed. That night, Huang Long, who had been sitting in seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes, a murderous intent flashing through them. That old swindler, Tai Ruo, was finally leaving the Kingdom of Lu Tong.