Chapter 119

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Chapter 119: Fishing for the Moon in the Well

Yi Qianmo had just entered the cave when Minister Professor Zhou arrived. Seeing his relentless determination, Yi Qianmo felt a bit annoyed.

“This is the Deputy Pavilion Lord’s Token!”

Minister Professor Zhou took out a token and said, “I just discussed it with the Pavilion Lord. He has agreed. As for being Pavilion Lord, when the old man passes away, I will give you the position.”

The token in his hand had the word ‘Dan’ engraved on it, with ancient patterns carved into its surface, making it feel quite heavy.

“I’m really not interested in being the Deputy Pavilion Lord.”

Yi Qianmo did not take the token.

“Come in and talk, come in and talk.”

Minister Professor Zhou immediately walked into the cave.

Unable to refuse, Yi Qianmo closed the door. Minister Professor Zhou, clearly familiar with the place, found a seat and settled in.

“Being the Deputy Pavilion Lord has many benefits. For example, if you need any elixir, you can simply request it. Your only responsibility will be alchemy. After completing the monthly task, you will receive a salary. The Deputy Pavilion Lord earns five thousand contribution points each month!”

“What is the monthly task?” Yi Qianmo asked.

“It’s related to alchemy. To become the Deputy Pavilion Lord, you must be a second-grade Pill Master with exceptional aptitude. To be honest, apart from me, there are only two other Deputy Pavilion Lords in the entire Pill Pavilion.”

Minister Professor Zhou continued, “The Pavilion Lord is in charge, but he rarely manages anything. He is solely focused on becoming a fourth-grade Pill Master. However, given his lifespan, he will probably never achieve that.”

“I am not a second-grade Pill Master. How can I be the Deputy Pavilion Lord?” Yi Qianmo declined.

“That’s not how you should think about it. Even though you aren’t a second-grade Pill Master yet, it’s only a matter of time. You created an extreme-realm pill on your first try—your potential is limitless.”

Minister Professor Zhou, normally indifferent, became even more passionate, making him harder to ignore.

“Besides, the old man agreed. Who would dare to object?”

“Can I just take the salary without making pills?” Yi Qianmo joked.

“You can!”

Minister Professor Zhou immediately agreed. “I will make the medicine you want. Here is the token for you. You are now the Deputy Pavilion Lord of the Pill Pavilion. If anyone dares to harm you in the future, just use this token to stop them. In the entire academy, aside from the Mansion Master and the Emperor, you don’t have to answer to anyone!”

Yi Qianmo had been joking, but he hadn’t expected Minister Professor Zhou to actually agree. However, he did not change his mind.

“I haven’t agreed yet,” he said.

“Are you playing with me?” Minister Professor Zhou was clearly irritated.

“I don’t want to be the Deputy Pavilion Lord. I simply don’t want to attract unnecessary trouble. I already have enough on my plate.”

Minister Professor Zhou seemed to understand his reasoning and proposed, “Then how about this? You’ll still receive your monthly salary, and we’ll officially announce your position once you become a second-grade Pill Master. How does that sound?”

Seeing Yi Qianmo hesitate, Minister Professor Zhou placed the token on the table.

“Think about it. Let me know when you decide. The token stays here—you can use it anytime.”

Without waiting for Yi Qianmo to refuse, Minister Professor Zhou left the cave.

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Looking at the token on the table, Yi Qianmo smiled bitterly. Tianyuan Academy was just a temporary stop in his journey—he couldn’t stay for long. That was the main reason he didn’t want to take the position of Deputy Pavilion Lord.

Even so, he put the token away.

What he didn’t expect was that Minister Professor Zhou, upon returning to the Pill Pavilion, would call a meeting and publicly announce the appointment of a new Deputy Pavilion Lord.

The gathered Pill Masters weren’t too surprised—there were currently only three Deputy Pavilion Lords, and Minister Professor Zhou was certainly one of them. The other two were highly skilled Pill Masters on the verge of reaching third grade.

However, they were all taken aback when the new Deputy Pavilion Lord neither appeared nor turned out to be one of the well-known second-grade Pill Masters in the Pill Pavilion.

Minister Professor Zhou simply stated, “This new Deputy Pavilion Lord is absolutely qualified and has both the Pavilion Lord’s and my approval. However, for personal reasons, he does not wish to reveal his identity at this time.”

No one dared to question Minister Professor Zhou’s words—after all, it was inevitable that he would become Pavilion Lord one day. The other two Deputy Pavilion Lords naturally had no objections.

But the second-grade Pill Masters below began speculating about who had gained Minister Professor Zhou’s favor.

No one thought of Yi Qianmo.

To them, he wasn’t even a Pill Pavilion disciple—was he even a real Pill Master?

Even if Minister Professor Zhou held considerable authority, appointing an outsider as Deputy Pavilion Lord was unthinkable.

While rumors spread throughout the inner mansion, Yi Qianmo remained unaware. After sending Minister Professor Zhou away, he sat down to cultivate.

His recent experiences had left him no time to stabilize his cultivation. After refining a trace of his ancestor’s psychic power, he had immediately moved on to alchemy. After that, he had to prepare for an important visit.

A series of events had prevented him from fully stabilizing his sea of divine sense.

Now, he sat quietly in his cave, focusing inward.

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Within his sea of divine sense, a ball of light appeared—his psychic power.

For most Pill Masters, psychic power was pure and flawless.

Yi Qianmo’s, however, was milky white, clear and sparkling, as if it could be plucked from the air.

Although he had successfully crafted a first-grade pill, it did not mean he had truly become a first-grade Pill Master.

To do so, he needed to transform his psychic power into a well—otherwise, it would be like water without a source, fading away quickly.

“To become a Pill Master, one must first dig a well in the sea of divine sense. And to dig a well, psychic power must first take shape.”

Yi Qianmo had already skipped the first step. His psychic power was naturally condensed.

Now, he began to visualize a well forming within his sea of divine sense.

Slowly, the milky-white psychic power began to shift and twist, molding itself into a circular structure.

Before long, the shape of a well emerged.

Yi Qianmo did not expect it to go so smoothly.

At the same time, the ball of ancestral psychic power he had absorbed earlier began to weaken.

As the last bit of psychic power was drawn away, the well took its final shape.

However, Yi Qianmo felt exhausted—as if he had fought an intense battle.

Most importantly, the well was dry.

He took a deep breath and fully immersed himself into his sea of divine sense.

Then, he visualized a sword and plunged it into the well.

Boom!

The moment the sword struck the well, Yi Qianmo felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

His thoughts shattered instantly, and his consciousness plunged into darkness.

Digging the well was the most crucial step.

A single mistake could destroy his sea of divine sense, turning him into a living corpse.