That is to say, from now on, there will be no more Ou Tiangong, and perhaps no more such brilliant Sword Casting Masters.
Just like Chu Feng, the Eternal Life Pill Master, who was definitely the most peak among all the Pill Masters at that time. After his death, no one in the world could refine the Immortal Pill anymore.
Sacrificing his own life, just to forge a Treasure Sword that could suppress demons. The noble character of Master Ou truly deserves admiration.
Chu Feng asked himself, if it were him to sacrifice his life for the benefit of unrelated individuals, he definitely wouldn’t be so grand.
Of course, it cannot be ruled out that Master Ou sacrificed himself for reasons unknown to others.
For instance, someone very close to Master Ou might have been killed by that demon. Or his relatives were severely threatened by the demon. If the demon were not eliminated, his relatives would be annihilated.
"Shishi, you continue to seek information about the Sword Tomb. If there’s any major movement or change, notify me immediately. Also, keep a close watch on Prince Jianyun; I must take back the Nine Yang Sword Veins before he ascends to Sword Saint."
A fierce murderous intent flashed through Chu Feng’s eyes.
Li Shishi had never seen such a sharp and exposed side of her master before; a trace of fascination flashed in her beautiful eyes.
Usually, in her memory, Chu Feng was always low-key and restrained, old and calculating. Unlike a young man, he seemed more like someone who had lived for thousands of years, with extraordinary wisdom, a calm demeanor, and ruthless tactics.
At this moment, Chu Feng showed a hint of a young man’s sharpness and flamboyance, allowing Li Shishi to realize for the first time that her master was still a youth.
It was just because he was too outstanding, which made Li Shishi subconsciously think of Chu Feng as an old man.
"Don’t worry, Master, I guarantee that I’ll unearth even the deepest secrets of Prince Jianyun!" Li Shishi knew about Chu Feng’s background and admired her master immensely. She harbored deep hatred towards Prince Jianyun, who had robbed her master of his sword meridians.
She was very eager to see Chu Feng take back the sword meridians.
Since Chu Feng intended to venture to the Sword Tomb and vie for the emerging Supreme Treasure Sword, he naturally needed to make some preparations.
Talismanic Elixir has great power and can directly enhance one’s strength.
They are also very simple to use.
The most important point is that concocting Talismanic Elixirs is Chu Feng’s old expertise. This is also his forte.
"This time competing for the Supreme Treasure Sword in the Sword Tomb, there will undoubtedly be numerous strong participants. I am definitely ranked among the weakest. I can’t stick solely to Golden Talisman Elixirs, I need to appropriately concoct some other Talisman Pills."
There are many types of Talismanic Elixirs, in addition to the regular Five Elements Talisman Pills, there are also Wind and Thunder, two types of Talisman Pills.
Other Pill Masters can concoct Five Elements Talisman Pills and are already considered very impressive.
However, Chu Feng can concoct any type of Talismanic Elixir.
Of course, Talismanic Elixirs are also graded.
Higher grade Talismanic Elixirs are more powerful.
For example, the First-grade Flame Burst Pill concocted by Chu Feng could directly kill a Sword Master Level expert. Even a Great Sword Master could be injured.
The Second Grade Golden Talisman Pill he concocted could completely dominate those at Great Sword Master Level.
It could even instantly kill the weaker Great Sword Masters.
"Concocting Talismanic Elixirs requires extremely high demand on essence, energy, and spirit. With my current strength, I can only concoct up to Second-grade Talisman Pills." Chu Feng is currently at the Sword Master Realm, and it’s feasible to concoct Second-grade Talisman Pills.
Trying to concoct Third-grade Talisman Pills would be as difficult as Crossing Tribulation.
Extremely challenging.
"The cost of crafting First-grade Talisman Pills is extremely low. But the cost to craft Second-grade Talisman Pills increases at least tenfold. With the silver taels remaining on me, I can probably only afford to craft five or six Second-grade Talisman Pills. That’s far from enough!"
Chu Feng calculated that he needs to make nearly a hundred Second-grade Talisman Pills.
If there is enough time, he even plans to attempt crafting a Third-grade Talisman Pill.
If he really succeeds in making it, it would be akin to possessing a nuclear bomb. Because a Third-grade Talisman Pill can overpower a practitioner at the Sword Saint Level.
Chu Feng, using his Sword Master cultivation as a cover, would suddenly deploy the Third-grade Talisman Pill to attack a Sword Saint Level expert. The probability of succeeding is extremely high.
Imagine, a mosquito attacking a lion; would the lion be on guard?
Definitely not; it would be careless and not take a mosquito seriously.
The power of a Third-grade Talisman Pill is tremendous, and its price is equally terrifying.
Just the cost of the materials needed for making it is more than thirty thousand silver taels.
Don’t think that thirty thousand silver taels doesn’t seem much; this is just the cost for one batch of materials. In the actual crafting process, even an Alchemy King Level expert wouldn’t be sure of succeeding on the first try.
Normally, the success rate of an Alchemy King in crafting Third-grade Talisman Pills is about one-tenth.
That is to say, an Alchemy-King-Level Pill Master might successfully make a pill in one out of every ten batches.
And it’s not even a guarantee that they would succeed in one batch out of ten.
Some with bad luck, or those who are not skilled enough, or those crafting a Third-grade Talisman Pill they are unfamiliar with, might have an even lower success rate – one in twenty, one in thirty...
There is only an upper limit and no lower limit.
The success rate can be frustratingly low.
This is also why it’s very hard to find Talisman Pills above First-grade on the market. The cost is too high and the profit is almost nil. It might even incur a loss.
Who would want to engage in a losing trade?
Chu Feng calculated that crafting a hundred Second-grade Talisman Pills would be equivalent to about thirty batches. Plus the cost of materials for one batch of Third-grade Talisman Pills, he estimated that he would need about one hundred thousand silver taels.
The last time he crafted Fake Meridian Pills, he had already received considerable financial support from his master and senior brothers. Naturally, it wouldn’t be good to approach them for help again.
After all, they need to cultivate as well, and definitely use up a lot of resources. Plus other expenses, being able to exchange for a Ten-thousand-year-old Daluo Sword Grass for Chu Feng last time was already a great favor.
"Where can I find one hundred thousand silver taels in such a short time?"
Chu Feng frowned, struggling to think of a way to make money.
It’s a pity this place is far from the Royal Capital of the Jianyun Dynasty. Otherwise, he could get one hundred thousand silver taels from Bloody Beard in a pinch.
"Have you heard? Inside the Demon Suppression Mountain Range, a Supreme Treasure Sword has emerged from the Sword Tomb, and it seems many strong practitioners from different sects are getting ready to compete for it. Alas, if I weren’t just an Intermediate Sword Master, I would definitely try my luck too."
"Fortune favors the bold! If you won’t go, I will! Just to get an Ancient Treasure Sword would make me rich! Damn it, last time Ji Yuanba that bastard stole my girlfriend. With the Ancient Treasure Sword, I’ll be the first to slay him!"
The news of a Supreme Treasure Sword emerging in the Sword Tomb spread extremely fast.
Walking within the sect, Chu Feng could constantly hear the excited discussions of sect disciples. It was all about the Sword Tomb.
"Hey, Junior Brother Chu, what are you pondering? You’re so engrossed even when walking!" A sweet and pleasant voice rang from behind him, and a gentle jade hand landed on Chu Feng’s shoulder.
A fragrant breeze followed, wafting into his nostrils.