Chapter 329

Chapter 329: Shopping [New]

Time passed bit by bit, and Quan Chunzhi looked serious.

Boom—

Deep sounds came from the furnace, followed immediately by the fragrant aroma of potion wafting out, filling the entire alchemy room.

Quan Chunzhi couldn’t help but clench her hands, feeling somewhat excited inside.

This fragrance meant the potion had succeeded—now, the only concern was the potion’s quality.

She fought the urge to release her mental strength to investigate, fearing it might disturb him, leaving her frozen in place.

Not long after, a dazzling, brilliant ray of colorful light burst forth.

Zhou Luo held his breath and focused, spreading open his right hand.

A colorful rainbow streaked across the air and landed in his palm.

There lay two Foundation Establishment Dans, crystal clear, each marked with four Dao patterns.

Quan Chunzhi’s pupils contracted slightly, a joyful expression spreading across her face.

"Friend Quan, the potion is done," Zhou Luo said with a warm smile.

Quan Chunzhi then hurried over, her beautiful eyes shining with deep excitement.

As she gazed at those two Foundation Establishment Dans resting quietly in his palm, she felt her breath quicken.

Zhou Luo extended his hand, offering them.

Quan Chunzhi cautiously took them and carefully examined the Dao patterns on each.

Two middle-quality Foundation Establishment Dans.

She hadn’t expected that only one furnace load could yield two Foundation Establishment Dans.

At that moment, her gaze toward Zhou Luo became scorchingly intense.

Seemed she had gambled correctly this time.

"Pill Master Zhou, thank you," she said sincerely.

Though she’d paid the full fee for this potion-making, it felt only right to express gratitude.

After all, potion-making centered entirely on the Pill Master—they could choose to care attentively or not, without recourse for complaint.

In the world of cultivation, there was no such thing as after-sales service like in her past life.

Of course, this also tied to the scarcity of second level Pill Masters.

"No trouble, just a small favor," Zhou Luo responded politely.

But Quan Chunzhi fetched a magical artifact—a piece of silvery-white flexible armor that shimmered ethereally, glowing with captured light.

This was a top-grade magical artifact of the first tier, undeniably precious in the market.

"Pill Master Zhou, you must accept this magical artifact," Quan Chunzhi urged, handing it over.

The two middle-quality Foundation Establishment Dans he made delivered immense delight, prompting this gift naturally.

"Then I’ll gladly accept."

Zhou Luo did not refuse; this was indeed what he deserved.

After accepting the two Foundation Establishment Dans, Quan Chunzhi expressed her thanks once more and stated that if anything came up in the future, he could seek her help.

If she had been just an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator, this promise wouldn’t have held much weight.

But soon, she was to become Master Xuanlong’s nominal disciple, and in the future, she would most likely become a formal disciple; then, this promise became different.

After sending off Quan Chunzhi, unsurprisingly, this incident spread all over the Immortal City again.

Zhou Luo, with a hundred percent success rate in refining pills, caused a huge uproar once more.

Then, Yao Yuan Pavilion seized the momentum and announced the next auction opportunity.

This auction clearly became much hotter than the previous one, especially after Zhou Luo achieved great success in three instances of pill refining.

People all eagerly wanted to win the bid for the next refining opportunity.

Though half a year wasn’t very lengthy for cultivators, for those desperately needing Foundation Establishment Dans, it was practically a life-or-death race.

This also caused the auction prices to multiply several times compared to the first one.

Zhou Luo wasn’t very interested in this; it was all just small money, and he was more intrigued by the industries overseen by Wang Lang.

To cooperate with him, he even mobilized the Lin Family’s personnel in the Immortal City.

By now, every family member knew about this matter, yet not one dared to oppose it.

The sole person capable of confronting Zhou Luo, the Lin Family Ancestor, after entering Closed-Door Training, had never emerged since.

The shops managed by Wang Lang progressed very smoothly; currently, nearly that entire large area had been purchased by him.

This smooth progress naturally was because Zhou Luo’s status had significantly risen after he continuously refined Foundation Establishment Dans.

It could be said that Zhou Luo’s reputation in the Immortal City was now comparable to the major figures of the Immortal Sect.

Particularly admirable was his ability to refine Foundation Establishment Dans.

Zhou Fu.

"Let’s go, I’ll take you outside for a walk," said Zhou Luo, gazing at his two sons before him.

Recently, both these little ones had performed very satisfactorily.

So he decided to take them out to see around, lest staying confined in Zhou Fu all day stifle them.

Additionally, he wanted to check on how the shops purchased by Wang Lang were faring.

"Great, father," Zhou Changqing radiated with a joyful smile.

If anyone was happiest about this outing, it was definitely this little fellow.

Zhou Luo smiled as he looked at him, and swept him up into his arms.

As his most cherished offspring, this little boy greatly satisfied him, especially with his talent in pill refining.

Basically, he grasped everything taught immediately and even formed his own insights.

Following this trend, he was certain to become a second level Pill Master in the future, and might even advance to the Third Level.

Among his descendants, Zhou Changqing was highly likely to become a leading figure.

He placed great expectations in this child.

Holding Zhou Changqing, Zhou Luo walked out of Zhou Fu, followed closely by Zhou Chang Lun.

The father and his two sons headed towards the area outside the central district.

Along the way, he occasionally encountered some cultivators.

These cultivators recognized him and greeted him warmly with great enthusiasm.

The streets of the inner city bustled with prosperity; carriages streamed like water, horses moved like dragons, and people flowed in constant streams.

The clamor of street vendors shouting, the hum of chatter, and various other sounds rose and fell in succession, creating an exceptionally lively atmosphere.

Snug in Zhou Luo’s arms, Zhou Changqing observed all these things with boundless fascination, a broad smile spreading across his face.

It made sense when one thought about it. This little boy had always stayed close to Yao Wu. Soon after his birth, the war between the Lin Family and the Lu Family erupted.

Following that, he had remained within the confines of Zhou Garden, never venturing out.

Now, seeing these scenes for the very first time, his excitement was inevitable.

"Daddy… Daddy, I want that." Zhou Changqing pointed towards a small vendor stall.

There lay skewers of tanghulu, gleaming and translucent, emanating a rich, sweet aroma.

This particular tanghulu was specially made, offering significant benefits to the body.

The so-called Immortal City wasn’t vastly different from an ordinary city; it provided all necessities—clothing, food, shelter, and transport—only elevated to a higher tier.

For cultivators, immersing themselves in arduous Closed-Door Training was the norm, but they couldn’t neglect relaxation and enjoyment either.

Those who fixated too stubbornly on rigorous training were, in fact, more susceptible to erosion by the Heart Demon, ultimately losing more than they gained.

Zhou Luo walked over and bought a skewer of tanghulu for each of his sons.

Some cultivators on the street recognized Zhou Luo, but seeing his demeanor, they prudently pretended not to know him, anxious not to disturb him.

"Daddy, and that one… that one…"

Unlike the taciturn Zhou Chang Lun, Zhou Changqing kept pointing out things that caught his eye.

Zhou Luo was far from stingy, purchasing everything the child indicated without hesitation.

"Chang Lun, what do you want?"

He looked at Zhou Chang Lun, whose height now reached his shoulder, and asked.

"Father, I don’t need anything," Zhou Chang Lun shook his head.

Possessing a teenager’s natural inclination for fun and play, he nonetheless demonstrated sufficient maturity in this situation.

This restraint was largely due to Zhou Luo’s guidance during this past period.

"There’s no need to be reserved around me. If you want something, just say so," Zhou Luo spoke gently.

"I know, Father." Zhou Chang Lun nodded.