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.

required materials, not only would they have to bear the risk of failure, possibly ending up with nothing in the end, they would also have to surrender thirty percent of the

and determination of cultivators who

was because here, the chance that an Alchemist would fail to refine a pill was quite low, and

were still very willing to come here to request an Alchemist to refine pills for them. After all, it was still better than asking some outside Alchemist, and having them accidentally destroy all

even masters from

not often accept requests. Any time someone asked them to refine a pill, it would at least have

one of the ten highest peaks. Each of them was extremely skilled and possessed supreme

monsters, these Elder were all over sixty years old and were often in perennial retreat to research alchemy. Only if some particularly

everywhere, but most of these shops did not belong to Medicine King’s

shops

no favour to any Sect or country, for thousands of years maintaining an aloof and

and even though an endless stream of cultivators came here, inside this city no one dared

of Medicine King’s Valley wouldn’t even need to lift a finger. Others would be

left this valley, no matter what kind of grudge

inside thousand-kilometer radius and the outside

battles and deaths. These people had all had some kind of dispute inside

afar came to a stop about fifty kilometers away from Medicine

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

the

Medicine King’s Valley?

so we ordinary people dare not approach too

frown, the driver noticed that he was unhappy, and so he carefully explained to him about Medicine King’s

that this coachman was really telling the truth and

out a silver coin and tossing it to the coachman, Yang Kai activated his Movement Skill and

seeing it for

than thirty kilometers, he had already witness four or five battles. These people all had some kind of conflict inside the valley and had then come outside

even saw

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

him, a burst of angry shouting and fighting rang out, and the

Kai turned back to see

he saw a girl wearing a long blue dress dash towards him. The girl was about sixteen years old and looked quite pretty, but at

figures in hot pursuit. Their faces were filled with murderous intent, and all

right there!” An angry voice called

response, the girl only ran