Immortality begins with Becoming an Alchemy Grandmaster

Chapter 135: Chapter 102: Carefree Wandering

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Translator: 549690339

But when they left, they were each holding a large bamboo tube filled with freshly popped popcorn.

This is a treasure. A bucket usually costs one Spirit Stone at White Stone Plaza. Our hall master is so generous.

Everyone who came to help got a bucket!

By the time Zeng Wen finally led his nephew, Tang Quan, meandering to the entrance of the courtyard, it was already close to dusk.

“The hall master must have made quite a bit of Spirit Stones, why does he live so secluded?”

Tang Quan curiously surveyed his surroundings. Someone unfamiliar with the place would have a hard time finding this place.

Zeng Wen slapped him, “You don’t know how lucky you are, boy. Friend Xiao Luo used to be a rogue cultivator. Having such a place to settle in is already quite good.”

Having said that, he stared at Tang Quan, “Did you bring the gift I asked you to bring?”

Tang Quan responded with a touch of grievance, “Yes, I did. The incense burner is a good one. But didn’t the hall master say that it’s not necessary to bring gifts?”

“Hey, you really don’t get it, do you!” Zeng Wen scolded in disappointment, “I wasn’t asking you to bring expensive gifts, just a small item to show goodwill and establish a closer relationship. He may just give you some extra pointers on the Pill Refinement Technique in the future.”

While they were talking, a young girl holding a large gourd of wine curiously observed them from the sidelines.

Zeng Wen couldn’t help but marvel at such a bright and fetching beauty!

Surprisingly, the young girl respectfully greeted him, “You must be Uncle Zeng, my father often mentioned you.”

Her father?

Before his death?

Looking at the familiar young girl with an oval face, Zeng Wen couldn’t help but ask, “Who is your father?”

My father was Yuan Wuxiang. He also practiced in the Broken Mountain Gang, known by the nickname of Yue Jianhu.”

Zeng Wen put away his previously lustful gaze, coughed, and tried to look dignified.

“So, it’s Xiao Yue. I indeed had a decent relationship with your father. But if he kept mentioning me, he probably complained about me behind my back a lot!” Yuan Xiaoyue let out a soft laugh and because she was holding the huge gourd, her laughter was not concealed.

Seeing her prominent gourd, Zeng Wen asked curiously, “What is that?” “It’s a 50-year-oId pineapple wine, a birthday present my grandfather asked me to give to Brother Luo Chen. My father loved this particular vintage when he was alive. He said that there was heavy snow that year, and the pineapples were especially juicy, which resulted in a richer and smoother brew than other years.”

“That Luo Chen is a lucky guy.”

Zeng Wen looked at the gourd with envy and then turned to slap Tang Quan again.

“See that, even the young lady knew to bring a gift. You still need me to teach you!”

Tang Quan felt even more aggrieved. He thought to himself that at least she had a grandfather’s guidance!

Of course, while Zeng Wen might be an uncle, he acts more like a grandfather.

While they were chatting and laughing, they walked into the courtyard.

Just as they walked in, a warm and lively atmosphere rushed towards them.

In the middle of the courtyard, there was a huge table filled with delicious dishes.

There were three copper pots placed in front, middle, and end of the table.

Lighted charcoal fires were beneath the small copper pots, and the temperature inside the courtyard was mostly due to this.

Before Zeng Wen could find familiar faces, Tang Quan had already taken off.

“Old Qu, how come you are here? Is this your grandson?”

Qu Hancheng replied with a cheerful smile, “The hall master heard that I’ve recovered from my injuries, so he invited me over for a meal.”

Having said that, he dragged the child from behind him forward.

“Ling Jun, say hello to your Uncle Tang Quan.”

The child, with large round eyes, curiously looked at Tang Quan and quietly greeted, “Hello, Uncle Tang Quan!”

Tang Quan came over, “Being shy is not good, kid. Come, uncle will take you to play!”

Seeing Tang Quan carrying his little grandson all over the place, which scared the little kid into crying waah-waah, Qu Hancheng on the other hand revealed a smile.

His own incompetence led to his son having no Spirit Root.

His son and daughter-in-law worked hard and had three children, and finally,

Qu Lingjun was born with a Spirit Root.

Even though it is the Quadruple Spirit Root that the Great Sect finds unimpressive, he at least has a foundation to cultivate.

Now he can let Lingjun get acquainted with some of these Qi Refinement Cultivators so his future path could be smoother.

Speaking of which, he should be grateful to Hall Master Luo Chen for this opportunity.

His gaze fell on several female cultivators in the courtyard who were whispering, Zeng Wen who got beaten up by Qin Liangchen for trying to charm Murong Qinghan, and a young male cultivator sitting on the threshold with an indifferent expression.

These are all late-stage Qi Refinement Great Cultivators!

Unknowingly, Luo Chen, the hall master’s private circle, is quite powerful.

That said, he can’t just stand still. He needs to help out more. He’s not here only to eat today!

Inside the house, Luo Chen, who was preparing the bottom of the pot, helpless looked at the gift that was sent in.

“I’ve said before, you don’t need to bring anything. Today is mainly to gather everyone and have a good meal.”

As Zeng Wen rubbed the large bump on his head, he shoved a book into Luo Chen’s arms.

“I don’t care if you want it or not, I just fear that this thing might corrupt Tang

Quan, otherwise, I wouldn’t want to give it to you at all.”

Luo Chen was stunned. Upon seeing the corner of the book, the comer of his mouth twitched.

“What on earth do you think I am? I’m not…”

-OK, OK, I know you’re not that kind. I won’t give it to you next time.”

Zeng Wen flung his hand in dismissal, clearly not believing Luo Chen’s words.

In his eyes, Friend Xiao Luo is his kindred spirit!

Luo Chen quietly tucked the primer book into his Storage Bag.

This kind of stuff needs to be critiqued thoroughly when it’s quiet late at night!