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.

the required materials, not only would they have to bear the risk of failure, possibly ending up with

did not diminish the enthusiasm and determination of

a pill was quite low, and once the pill was successfully refined, the quality was also normally higher than if one had used an outside

pills for them. After all, it was still better than asking some outside Alchemist, and having them accidentally destroy all of one’s precious

King’s Valley was so well known, it not only to attracted cultivators from the Great Han Dynasty, even masters from the surrounding countries would

Valley Elders did not often accept requests. Any time someone asked them to refine a pill, it would at least have to be Heaven Grade, or even Mysterious Grade, and the compensation to be given

ten highest peaks. Each of them was extremely skilled and

often in perennial retreat to research alchemy.

shops did not belong to Medicine King’s Valley, as over 90% of the world’s great Sects and

center of this world’s Alchemist, so these forces would set up shops here in order

deliberately showing no favour to any Sect or country, for thousands of

though an endless stream of cultivators

King’s Valley wouldn’t even need to lift a finger. Others would be more than happy

matter what kind of grudge it

the inside thousand-kilometer radius and the outside were

deaths. These people had all had some kind of dispute inside the valley, but did not dare start a fight there and then, so

from afar came to a stop about fifty kilometers away from

shouted into the carriage, “Little brother,

immediately woke from his meditation, smiled happily, opened the curtain, and

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

we ordinary people dare not approach too close. Whenever there is a customer who wants to travel to Medicine King’s Valley,

unhappy, and so he carefully explained to him about

Yang Kai gradually relaxed his brow, understanding that this coachman was really telling the truth and not

In any case, it was only several tens of kilometers further. Readily taking out a silver coin and tossing it to the coachman, Yang Kai activated his

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

thirty kilometers, he had already witness four or five battles. These people all had

Yang Kai even saw a number of

outsider he did not attempt to interfere in any way, and

a sudden, from somewhere behind him, a burst of angry shouting and fighting rang out, and the sound of fluttering

turned back to see

long blue dress dash towards him. The girl was about sixteen years old and looked quite pretty, but at the moment her big round eyes were watery and full of panic, as she dashed forward as fast as she

or seven figures in hot pursuit. Their faces were filled with murderous intent, and all of them had drawn their swords as they

bitch, stop right there!” An angry

in response, the girl only ran