The Arrogant Immortal
Chapter 200 - 199 This Woman Has a Serious Illness

Chapter 200: Chapter 199 This Woman Has a Serious Illness

True Lord Muhong’s private collection of books was not small.

After immersing herself in piles of books for several days, the gains were minimal, only identifying a few suspected elixirs.

Xie Jiuniang’s knowledge of Spirit Plants, however, had risen a notch.

Seeing her interest, True Lord Muhong was not stingy, allowing her to learn as much as she wished without any restraint. Among them were also his alchemy insights and detailed explanations from different periods.

This was akin to inheriting the legacy of an Eighth-Rank Alchemist.

Xie Jiuniang knew he was using this as a way to repay a favor, so she unreservedly flipped through the books.

In her previous life, she had only scratched the surface of alchemy. In this life, with her strong Divine Sense, she barely exerted any effort to become a Third-Rank Pill Master.

But to advance further would not be so easy.

In the family library, she could only consult basic knowledge from the first floor. The Sect library she searched through was limited by her cultivation base; she could not access books meant for Fourth-Rank Pill Masters and above.

Now, the private collection of an Eighth-Rank Alchemist could fill the gaps in her alchemy knowledge, making her so excited she wished she could finish reading all the books in one go.

She sincerely offered a few words of thanks.

Xie Jiuniang then settled herself in True Lord Muhong’s private library and refused to leave.

"Dog owner, didn’t you say you wouldn’t study alchemy?" Jian Lingyan boredly complained.

Xie Jiuniang replied, "I did say I would not study it for now."

"Then what are you doing?"

"I’m studying."

"..." Jian Lingyan was confused by her words.

Xie Jiuniang cheekily said, "I don’t want to study either, but the opportunity has suddenly arisen. Do you think everyone can browse through the collections and notes of an Eighth-Rank Alchemist? Once I finish reading all the books here, with my talent, I will be the youngest Seventh-Rank Pill Master in the Cultivation World..."

Where did Mo Chuan fit into any of this?

Plans can change according to the situation.

She vividly taught Jian Lingyan a lesson about changing one’s orders overnight.

In truth, Xie Jiuniang still did not plan to spend too much time on alchemy, but she couldn’t help her odd habit of needing to understand whatever she saw, whether she wanted to learn it or not. It was the same drive that had once led her to completely go through every book on the first floor of her family’s library in one go.

Several more days passed.

No one disturbed her.

After another seven or eight days, finally someone came.

Chaoyan crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame, "Disciple, are you thinking of changing your master?"

"Not at all!"

Xie Jiuniang’s will to survive was strong. She put down a jade slip and quickly approached Chaoyan to kowtow respectfully; she didn’t dare to be slight, "Master, I’ve obtained the formula for the Creation Pill, and there are many ingredients in it that I don’t recognize."

Chaoyan was slightly surprised until Xie Jiuniang handed the formula over to him.

After reviewing it, he had to admit that his little disciple was indeed capable.

Chaoyan asked, "How did you come by this?"

"Didn’t you say the Mo Family had it? I traded with Mo Chuan for it," Xie Jiuniang recounted the matter, and after listening, Chaoyan walked inside.

Chaoyan couldn’t help but laugh, "I only knew that you were delving into refining magic artifacts and formations, but I didn’t expect you to be interested in alchemy."

"I just study it occasionally, I’m not very good at it. Barely a Third-Rank Pill Master," Xie Jiuniang sighed softly.

Chaoyan’s eyebrows rose, his tone sounding a bit deserving of a beating, "A Third-Rank Pill Master, and you still dare to say you’re not good? Disciple, would you dare to say this in front of the disciples of Danfeng outside?"

Xie Jiuniang picked up another beast skin scroll and deftly switched the topic, "Let’s not talk about that. I really can’t find the time to learn Alchemy now. Recently, my progress in Artifact Refining hasn’t improved, and my studies on the Talisman Path have come to a standstill, not to mention Formations, I still need to learn that."

"I haven’t made progress in almost half a year," sighed Xie Jiuniang.

Chaoyan’s eyelids twitched as he listened.

Almost half a year had passed since her return from the Lu Yuan Secret Realm to the Sect, what exactly was this girl trying to say?

Moved as if by some uncanny force, Chaoyan asked, "What ranks have you attained in your other three arts?"

"Third rank in Artifact Refining, third rank in Formations, and I guess fourth rank as a Talisman Master," she responded. At the time she reached fourth-rank Talisman Master, she became obsessed with making Jade Talismans and never delved into fifth-rank Talismans. Otherwise, she would have been fifth rank long ago.

Chaoyan had always known Xie Jiuniang was naturally gifted in the Talisman Path.

This was the first time he realized that his disciple was equally astonishing in Alchemy, Artifacts, and Formations. And here she was, casually achieving these accomplishments without even trying.

Chaoyan contemplated taking her to Artifact Peak, Fu Feng, and Array Peak once she had finished reading Elder Muhong’s books.

His old friends’ collections were no less remarkable than Elder Muhong’s.

So, Chaoyan tossed her a Storage Bag, then patted her on the shoulder, encouragingly saying, "Take a good look, disciple. When you’re free, your master will take you to visit the other peaks. There will be no shortage of books."

"Yes, Master," Xie Jiuniang replied with due respect.

Chaoyan was very pleased as he looked at his obedient disciple.

A disciple proficient in all four arts, how prestigious would that be to announce?

Xie Jiuniang, unaware of Chaoyan’s plans, had inspected the items he had given her. Among them were three Nine Revolutions Vitality Pills and a batch of various Elixirs, which she hadn’t looked at closely.

First, she wanted to finish reading the remaining books.

Just as she was about done,

Suddenly, there was a disturbance outside.

A delicate young girl came over, looking at Xie Jiuniang with displeasure, "Who are you, daring to trespass in my master’s library?"

"Your master?" Xie Jiuniang set down the last book, sizing up the girl in front of her, who was dressed not in the robes of a Direct Disciple, but those of a common Inner Sect Disciple, "Who is your master?"

"My master is True Lord Muhong," the girl glared at Xie Jiuniang.

Xie Jiuniang scoffed, "I only know of one disciple of Elder Muhong, and that’s Senior Sister Xing Luan."

"I, I am a nominal disciple of my master."

"Oh, a nominal disciple, I see," Xie Jiuniang dismissed the girl with indifference. These so-called nominal disciples were often taken on as a courtesy and seldom became Direct Disciples.

The girl looked charming and pretty.

However, the malice in her eyes was clear. She probably heard some rumors and suspected True Lord Muhong was considering taking a new disciple.

Xie Jiuniang raised her hand and lightly dusted off her robe, the attire of a Direct Disciple, as if afraid the girl hadn’t seen it, dusting it over and over again.

The girl’s face turned red with anger. She stomped her foot and ran off, leaving behind a threatening remark, "I’m going to call someone over. You, trespassing in the library, even a Direct Disciple won’t get away with it."

"Crazy, I walked in here fair and square," muttered Xie Jiuniang as she picked up the book she had just set down; there was a bit left unread.

After about half a quarter of an hour, she finally finished reading it.

Just as she was thinking about leaving, a group of disciples hurriedly flew in on their swords with a fierce momentum, as if they were about to catch a thief.

The girl from before was among them, full of confidence, her eyes covertly displaying pride and arrogance towards Xie Jiuniang.

Xie Jiuniang was at a loss for words.

Does this woman have some serious issues?

The library books were all read in peace, yet here she was, facing trouble on the very last day.