SWDnovel Chapter 1397 - 521: Alchemist Dan Silk
Chapter 1397 - 521: Alchemist Dan Silk
"Dan Demon, Dan Demon, if I had a Dan Demon in my possession, I could hope to become part of the White Jade Palace. Then, I would truly be one of the Divine Clan."Mr. Yan said smugly.
The human skin draped over him sighed.
...
East Market Street, inside the Jingyi Shop,
Zhou Xuan and the others, after dinner, each went about their own tasks.
Zhao Wuya and Li Changxun continued to delve into the Alchemy Scripture. These two were clearly outsiders, yet they had confidence comparable to experts,
For some alchemy theories, no matter how Alchemist Bai Lu refuted them, they could always argue forcefully.
Of course, in such debates, the louder one’s voice, the more logical one’s argument seemed. Zhao and Li’s voices were naturally louder than that of Alchemist Bai Lu, so Alchemist Bai Lu was often rebuked by them until his face turned red.
Yun Ziliang sat in a rocking chair, listening to the newly upgraded player, lost in the lazy singing.
Little Fuzi and Hua Zi planned to go to Cloud Mist Road to watch a movie.
The fifth senior brother was working overtime at the Bone Elder Association.
Zhou Xuan went to Hui Feng Medical College, and after returning, he went upstairs alone to check the newspaper for any news, considering it leisure.
The Zhou Family’s Jingyi Shop at night was an extremely lazy and leisurely place.
Time passed bit by bit,
Eight o’clock, nine o’clock, nine-thirty... When the clock in the corner pointed to nine-fifty, a gust of "whoosh" winter wind swirled outside the shop.
The cold winter wind struck the gaps in the window frames, making a "woo woo" sound.
A few of the cold winds seeped through the gaps into the room, and Zhou Xuan felt a chill, so he put down the newspaper, turned off the electric light, and lazily slid into the warm bed.
He curled his feet slightly, tugging the corners of the quilt under his feet, wrapping himself like a rice dumpling, then yawned and fell asleep.
Just at that moment,
Numerous cracks suddenly appeared in the bedroom,
And from each crack, thousands of white threads hung down.
The threads, like aquatic plants, intertwined intricately, weaving the room into a cocoon chamber.
Anything that touched those threads, all life drifted into deep sleep.
The ants in the corner of the room were busy, but once they bumped into the threads, they fell onto the ground and were dead asleep.
The origin of these threads was unknown, only that they brought an overwhelming sleepiness.
The white threads struck Zhou Xuan. Originally sleeping soundly, Zhou Xuan fell into an even deeper slumber.
The white threads coiled around Zhou Xuan’s body, but they were obviously unsatisfied, burrowing into him as if thousands of tentacles were searching for Zhou Xuan’s Secret Realm.
Among the cultivation disciples in Jing Country, the position of the Secret Realm was not fixed. Some had their Secret Realm in the forehead, some in the chest...
However, these white threads, by sheer quantity, penetrated every part of Zhou Xuan’s body—be it limbs or chest and abdomen, uncountable threads delved in.
As long as the threads found the position of Zhou Xuan’s Secret Realm, they could open it, no matter how mystical his Secret Realm was,
Mr. Yan had sufficient confidence in this regard.
...
In Zhou Xuan’s bedroom, it was filled with those white threads that induced deep sleep, but in other parts of the Zhou Family’s Jingyi Shop, these threads were hardly visible.
Of course, hardly visible doesn’t mean completely absent.
In the first-floor hall, Alchemist Bai Lu, who was discussing doctrines with Zhao Wuya and Li Changxun, suddenly found his speech halting like a stuck phonograph needle.
He stared blankly at the shadowless lamp on the ceiling of the hall—this lamp, Zhou Xuan had it modified by an electrician once for the convenience of the fifth senior brother’s purification.
Under this very bright lamp, a nearly imperceptible white thread was swaying.
The thread swung, and any moth drawn to the light that struck the thread would fall down and lapse into a long sleep.
Alchemist Bai Lu bent down, picked up a moth, felt it carefully, and then knew—the moths weren’t simply asleep, they had fallen victim to the "Dan Poison."
The Human Pill popular under the Heavenly Dome had many side effects, such as delusions or peculiar changes in temperament,
And "deep sleep" was also one of the side effects of the Human Pill.
If the long sleep was caused by "Dan Poison," it would be like the situation a few days ago when Zhou Xuan refined a pill for Zhao Wuya, Zhao Wuya fell into a deep sleep, and his Secret Realm lost its resistance—easily opened by Zhou Xuan’s Perception Anchor Hook.
"Alchemist Dan Silk... that Mr. Yan really is a master of alchemy."
Alchemist Bai Lu was also an alchemist, and he knew that this kind of Dan Silk was a byproduct of alchemy,
And only when refining a high-grade elixir would some Dan Silk accompany the elixir.
This type of Dan Silk could, in a flash, produce a lot of "Dan Poison."
"I wonder how much Dan Silk Mr. Nayan has."
Alchemist Bai Lu thought to himself, his gaze vacant, his heart was not in the debate with Zhao and Li.
Fortunately, Li Changxun reacted quickly, immediately reaching over and pinching Alchemist Bai Lu on the leg, then continuously giving him meaningful glances.
Only then did Alchemist Bai Lu return to his senses, boldly retorting, "You two are talking nonsense, having never refined any elixir, yet coming up with so many theories. If you were to refine an elixir, you wouldn’t even spare a thought for the Dan Ancestor!"