I Might Be A Fake Cultivator Chapter 134 Dou Shuai Palace

To the west of the floating continent, there was a grand and majestic structure—Dou Shuai Palace.

This structure stood behind five layers of walls and its roof was held up by nine large marble columns. It was as if this structure symbolized the imperialfor visiting.

A pretty daoist nun walked in and placed the pill into a vial. Then, she cheerfully left.

An Lin was astounded. He didn’t expect that Yi Xi could remain so casual when refining an eighth-rank immortal pill. This was a clear display of his skill!

Thinking of this, the doubt in his mind lessened slightly.

Seeing that Yi Xi had already finished refining the previous pill, An Lin asked respectfully, “Elder Yi Xi, I’m An Lin. I want you to help me refine a ninth-rank wood-type immortal pill. May I please know how much that costs?”

Hearing this, Yi Xi yawned. “There are several types of ninth-rank wood-type immortal pills, and they all cost a different amount. What type do you want? Drop me a name.”

“Um, I’m not sure about the type either,” An Lin answered hesitantly, “Just give me the cheapest one!”

“Hah? You want the cheapest one?” Yi Xi blinked his large eyes and remarked, “Are you feeding pigs with your immortal pills? You’re choosing the cheapest one straight away without even considering the special properties of the pills. What kind of mentality is this?”

An Lin winced. I’m the pig that you speak of!

Stage One Evergreen Technique—Condition: Consume five wood-type immortal pills in succession.

As long as they were immortal pills, it was fine. Of course, he wanted the cheapest one!

An Lin persisted, “Elder Yi Xi, can you please tell me how much the cheapest wood-type immortal pill costs?”

Yi Xi answered grudgingly, “Vitality Increasing Pill, eighty thousand spirit stones each. This pill can temper one’s body, replenish one’s energy essence, and to a small extent, enlarge the capacity of the vital energy sea in one’s jade temple. Do you want it?”

Only eighty thousand spirit stones each? This was much cheaper than what he had imagined.

An Lin nodded. “Sure,” he chuckled, “give me five!”

Yi Xi’s eyes bulged. “Why do you want so many of this pill? After the first pill, the effects decrease dramatically if you take more!”

“I feel like it,” An Lin answered frankly.

Yi Xi felt a throb in his chest. He didn’t want to talk anymore.

Fine, you’re a rich fool, I can’t convince you.

Yi Xi didn’t continue along with this conversation. Instead, he ordered a young daoist to notify the medicine pickers below to prepare the medicinal ingredients.

At this moment, Xiao Chou suddenly leaped onto a golden pill refinement cauldron which sat in the room.

Yi Xi had noticed this adorably ugly mini monkey long ago. He couldn’t help but question, “What’re you trying to do?”

Xiao Chou scratched his head and replied, “I heard that Sun Wukong, the Great Sage of Heaven, was refined in this cauldron for 49 days. In the end, he attained golden fiery eyes…”

Yi Xi grimaced. Xiao Chou’s remark evoked an unpleasant memory in his mind. “You want to try?” he asked darkly.

Xiao Chou shook his head. “N-no… I just want to take a picture with it to commemorate this occasion.”

Yi Xi was perplexed. “What?”

Xiao Chou looked toward An Lin with his large light-bulb-like eyes. An Lin took out his solar energy phone cooperatively.

“Come here, Xiao Chou. Stand on top of the cauldron and make a peace sign with your hands. Yes, just like that!”

An Lin cheerfully snapped a few pictures.

“Done, let’s take a few more with your original form!” he chuckled.

Hearing this, Xiao Chou started transforming, eventually becoming an Ugly Monkey King as his name implied!

“Look here… smile!”

Xiao Chou smiled an ugly smile.

Yi Xi: “…”

What’s going on?

Are these two retards here to buy pills, or to tour around?!

Xiao Chou raised the peace sign in both his hands above his head, making rabbit ears and trying to act cute…

Yi Xi almost fainted at this horrifying sight, and he felt an urge to beat someone up.

Just like that, Xiao Chou got a photo with the cauldron that his idol was refined in.The ancient Chinese believed that 9 was the largest ‘yang number’ and 5 was the middle, or central, number (in terms of single digit numbers). Thus, the numbers 9 and 5 symbolized the Emperor’s authority.