Chapter 899 - 475: Raw Ink, Ripe Ink, Immortal Ink

Chapter 899: Chapter 475: Raw Ink, Ripe Ink, Immortal Ink

[Snow Deer Cemetery, destined to be renowned in the Immortal Kingdom]

After a lengthy exposition, came the prescription written by the Ancient Immortal.

This is a Sequence Six prescription, which requires a Knowledge Container to assist in its refinement.

The herbs used are quite rare.

"Well... Textured Grass, Seven-Star Osmanthus, there’s none of that on Fox Mountain."

Bai Mo browsed through the prescription, pondering for a long time, found a way to bypass these herbs.

He furrowed his brows, contemplating the pharmacology and effects, then burst into laughter.

"Heh, this prescription is quite interesting indeed."

He stood up, bid farewell to Black Sugar Bun and Braised Pork Bun, patted his two disciples on the head, and took White Earrings with him, leaving the workstation.

"Let’s go, to the warehouse."

...

Hoo...

A cold wind blew into the grand hall.

Tie Pi Immortal strode forward.

A few disciples carried the newly unearthed black mummified corpse from behind.

In this grand hall, there were three sections, each bustling with disciples.

In the first section, four or five disciples were making "Raw Ink."

That was to take the Immortal’s body unearthed from the backyard, "bang bang bang" smashing it, chopping it, then tossing it into the millstone, grinding it "swoosh swoosh swoosh" into powder.

These powders were what they called "Raw Ink."

The second section featured a large barrel, with a mist rising, blurring the boundary between reality and the dream realm.

The black ink that had traveled through reality, stained with human aura, flowed out from the white mist, cascading "waft waft" into the barrel.

Two disciples continually poured water, blood, and some herbs into the barrel, mixing them, then scooping out a big dark ladle.

This black liquid was what they called "Ripe Ink."

The third section occupied the most space and had the most people.

Three hundred desks were arranged horizontally and vertically.

Three hundred disciples stood behind the desks, brandishing Talisman Brushes, dipping them in Ripe Ink, and vigorously drawing talismans on sheets of human skin!

Swoosh swoosh swoosh...

Pens danced, dragons and snakes.

The talismans were complex and elaborately drawn.

Tie Pi Immortal had numerous disciples, numbering three to four hundred!

These three hundred disciples, over the past three years, learned nothing else but to draw this specific talisman.

By today, they all graduated!

Tie Pi Immortal grinned broadly, folding his hands behind his back, weaving in and out among them.

Seeing his disciples, each energizing his brush with flowing ink, their hair showed white strands, wrinkles at the corners of their eyes, their eyes turned murky.

It was the little traces of human aura, drained away by this Dead Ink as they wielded their brushes!

"The Dead Ink of Sequence Six already leeches so much vitality?

"That old brother’s Dead Ink, the disciples probably can’t even manage a single stroke?"

Tie Pi Immortal smacked his lips.

After contemplating for a moment, he chuckled again.

Never mind the advanced stuff, these three hundred disciples can still help him draw talismans for another three years!

"The master taught you the craft for three years, investing his efforts, spending his time, consuming his resources.

"You help the master with work for three years, consuming vitality, lifespan, and fate.

"One drink, one peck, it seems quite fair."

He continued to walk, look, and chuckle.

From behind, a disciple producing Ripe Ink approached with a tense expression.

"Master, tonight it’s time to harvest the Ripe Ink again.

"But... over in West State... is there going to be any trouble?"

Tie Pi Immortal sneered coldly.

"What kind of trouble could there possibly be!

"What are you afraid of?

"Afraid of the Immortal Committee catching us?

"You’re giving them too much credit.

"Afraid West State Boss will poison it?

"This is ink, not something we drink, what are you scared of?"

...

Night had deepened, yet the office remained brightly lit.

Clatter clatter...

Chairman Chen Shu sat at his desk, refilled his teacup with hot water, and took a sip.

The warm tea slid down his throat as if dispelling the weariness from his body.

"Ah, truly getting old."

He rubbed his Dark Circles.

Though he was also a disciple of Tie Pi Immortal, he knew hardly anything about the Iron Brush Palace.

In fact, for a long time, Tie Pi Immortal had forbidden him from entering dreams...

He sipped his tea, looking at the computer screen, seeing various surveillance images.

These images varied in size, some were from fixed cameras, others from drone cameras.

They were all dark, surrounding public toilets and privies near Zhao Family Village.

The chat window on the right of the computer occasionally pops up messages.

[The septic truck has entered Zhao Family Village]

[The septic truck has started extracting at the village head public toilet]

[Remote identification complete, septic truck driver not involved with immortals]

[Drone has landed on the septic truck]

...

Exhale...

The night wind is chilly.

Starlight and moonlight cast a clear glow, illuminating Zhao Family Village.

The septic truck has finished extracting at the village head toilet and is slowly driving towards Zhao Family Village Primary School.

A drone is quietly stationed on the top of the septic truck.

The various sensors installed on the drone are also working with their lights off, extremely discreet.

Soon, this septic truck arrives outside the walls of Zhao Family Village Primary School.

The driver gets off to look for the ground manhole cover.

Separated by a wall, there is the primary school’s public toilet.

Inside that toilet, White Earrings and White Tears, dressed in Immortal Qi Vine Armor, holding empty bottles, have just walked out and were brought back to Fox Mountain by the white mist that blurs reality and dreams.

...

Swoosh, swoosh...

In the alley, a few dark shadows move quickly, following the septic truck from afar.

They are a few members of the Immortal Technique Committee wearing exoskeleton armor.

They follow while occasionally reporting to the task channel.

"Everything is normal."

"Everything is normal."

On the roof of the septic truck, the drone remains stationary, its sensors continuously operating, always emitting signals.

Inside the cab, the driver holds the steering wheel, presses the gas pedal, and yawns.

"Ah... Damn, driving in the middle of the night is really tiring!"

In the huge metal tank at the back of the cab lies the sewage extracted during this journey.

The driver doesn’t know that he is just doing his usual ordinary night shift job, yet it has attracted the surveillance and attention of the Immortal Committee!

Neither the driver nor the Immortal Committee knows that in the giant metal tank filled with half sewage, there’s not only the solid-liquid mixture of sewage but also an inkstone!

At this moment, as the septic truck drives, the sewage inside sways back and forth.

In the sewage, black dots, like drops of ink, all gather towards the inkstone!

A faint white mist rises from the inkstone, this white mist that blurs the boundary between reality and dreams sends each drop of ink to the dream realm of Ancient Immortal Tie Pi!

...

Dong...

Dong...

The lunch bell of Fox Mountain rings.

Bai Mo stands in front of the Bronze Hall’s door, sees a fiery red figure rushing up from the mountainside, from the workshop, merging into a crimson flood heading towards the dining hall amidst the noise of "ying ying ying" and "ao ao ao."

From the dining hall also wafts the warm aroma of pumpkin toast!

Above the dining hall, a heartwarming cooking smoke rises!

"Do the apprentices of the Ancient Immortals have lunch?"

Bai Mo suddenly thinks of this question.

An Immortal Dream lasts an entire night, nearly ten hours.

The apprentices of the Ancient Immortals often have to dig soil, plant grass, engage in construction, do various physical labor.

"At least the Ancient Immortals should provide their apprentices with a lunch.

"Those apprentices held by Ancient Immortals are all pitiful too."

He shakes his head and sighs.

...

Whoosh...

Inside the Iron Brush Palace.

Black ink flows down from the white mist, dripping into the big barrel.

Ancient Immortal Tie Pi, together with two apprentices, is mixing the ink.

"Hm, today this ink might very well have been poisoned by the West State Boss!

"But it’s no problem.

"Our Immortal Ink is a mature Immortal Technique, ancient in existence.

"We can also handle any poisonous ink."

Ancient Immortal Tie Pi raises his left hand to lift his right sleeve, his right hand holds a rough brown lemon, dripping its oily juice into the barrel.

"This is called [Sealed Steam].

"Hahaha.

"Dropping this rough brown lemon juice into the ink, the ink will absolutely never evaporate again.

"No matter what poison is mixed into this ink, as long as it doesn’t corrode the Talisman Brush, it doesn’t corrode the Talisman Paper, then it’s no big deal."

The Ancient Immortal says as he casually tosses away the squeezed lemon, then pulls out a regular Talisman Brush from his pocket, dips it into the ink in the barrel, to test it.

"It really doesn’t have corrosiveness.

"Hahaha.

"Great, there’s nothing wrong with this ink, we can use it as usual.

"Scoop it up and send it to the fellow disciples!"