Martial Peak

Medicine King’s Valley was a special Sect, with a heritage that stretched back thousands of years. It was a Sect full of Master Alchemists, and most of its disciples were also outstanding Alchemists.

Its combat strength was not strong, only slightly better than some second-class Sects, but far less than any first-class Sect.

However, its influence was far greater than any other force in existence.

As long as one was a cultivator, during their cultivation journey, they would always need to take some form of pill, and these pills could only come from the hands of an Alchemist.

For the Alchemist of this world, the Medicine King’s Valley held the status of being their holy land.

Any Alchemist, when it came to Medicine King’s Valley, would speak with great respect and admiration. Many who strove to be Alchemists would even set being able to study in Medicine King’s Valley, and gaze upon the Pill Saint’s legacy, as a lifetime goal.

The Pill Saint, the Medicine King’s Valley’s first patriarch, had long ago passed away, but the passage of time had not diminished his sacred position in the hearts of this world’s Alchemists. Rumor had it that the Alchemic Method had been created by the Pill Saint, who, using Medicine King’s Valley as a center, distributed it to every corner of the world, so that when cultivators became injured, they would be able to take pills in order to resume their practice.

Before the Pill Saint created the Alchemic Method, the world’s cultivators only knew how to find herbs and directly ingest them, which was simply a waste of resources!

Of course, this was just a legend, and any legend would always have points that were exaggerated, so one could not simply take it at face value.

But this legend did have some truth to it. The Pill Saint really had existed! His portrait hung in Medicine King’s Valley Forbidden Area. Even after thousands of years, it had never fallen, nor did it reveal any signs of weathering. This in itself was quite miraculous.

Although Medicine King’s Valley was called so, its foundation was not actually built in a valley.

Instead, it spanned a dozen mountain peaks, each one more than a thousand meters tall. These mountains were arranged in a circular pattern and covered a radius of hundreds of kilometres.

These few hundred kilometres all belonged to the Medicine King’s Valley.

Each of the peaks was home to many high-rank Alchemists, some of whom widely received disciples in order to pass down their inheritance. Others preferred to live in solitary penance and spent their time in the pursuit of greater alchemic knowledge. Their mountain residences contained several acres of herb gardens, which were planted with all kinds of spirit grasses.

Throughout the entire Medicine King’s Valley, there were countless alchemy materials.

In the centre of all the peaks lay a valley-like existence, which was quite different from the tranquil surrounding mountains. This valley was open all year round, and every day it was bustling and crowded. Cultivators came and went like an endless, stream-like carp swimming through a river.

The reason was simple: This valley was where a small town was built in order to allow the outside world to communicate with Medicine King’s Valley’s Alchemists.

If one wanted someone to concoct a pill for them, they would first gather enough materials, then come to this small town to find a disciple of Medicine King’s Valley. Medicine King’s Valley’s disciple didn’t accept gold or silver as payment, they would only accept one-third of the successfully refined pills.

It didn’t matter what rank of pill one came to Medicine King’s Valley to have refined, whether it was Common Grade or Heaven Grade, if the refining failed, there was nothing one could say, and in the cases where the pills were refined successfully, if ten pills were produced, three would be given to the Alchemist as his or her reward.

of blatant robbery. Even a single Heaven Grade pill was extremely valuable. After one worked extremely hard to collect the required materials, not only would they have to bear the risk of failure, possibly ending up with nothing in the end,

the enthusiasm and determination of cultivators

quite low, and once the

to refine pills for them.

it not only to attracted cultivators from the Great Han Dynasty, even masters from the surrounding countries would often

them to refine a pill, it would at least have to be Heaven Grade, or even Mysterious Grade,

occupying one of the ten highest peaks. Each of them was extremely

Valley disciples would rarely see these old monsters, these Elder were all over sixty years old and were often in perennial retreat to research

were shops everywhere, but most of these shops did not belong to Medicine King’s Valley, as over

shops here in order to sell herbs, collect materials,

remained neutral and never sided with any particular force, deliberately showing no favour to any Sect or country, for thousands of years maintaining an aloof

endless stream of cultivators came here, inside this city no one dared disobey

started fighting in the city, the people of Medicine King’s Valley wouldn’t even need to lift a finger. Others would be

once they left this valley, no matter what kind of grudge it was, Medicine King’s Valley would

inside thousand-kilometer radius and the outside were two different

of tens of kilometers outside the valley, one could see countless battles and deaths. These people had all had some kind of dispute inside the valley, but did not dare start a fight there and then, so instead came

day, a carriage from afar came to a

shouted into the carriage, “Little brother, we’ve arrived

smiled happily, opened the curtain, and looked around but was suddenly stunned, “Where

him was an empty space; what Medicine King’s Valley? This was clearly the

approach too close. Whenever there is a customer who wants to travel to Medicine King’s Valley, I can only bring them to

unhappy, and so he

brow, understanding that this coachman

kilometers further. Readily taking out a silver

him that the outside of Medical King’s Valley was very dangerous, it took seeing it

four or five battles. These people all had some kind of conflict inside the valley and had then

even saw a number of corpses still

speechless, but as an outsider he did

from somewhere behind him, a burst of angry shouting

turned back to see what was

and looked quite pretty, but at the moment her big round eyes were watery and full of panic, as she dashed forward as

there were six or seven figures in hot pursuit. Their faces were filled with

stop right there!” An angry voice called

the