Chapter 200 Who Do You Think You Are? Sun Yong's Plan, Alchemy Room No. 75

Xu Fan and Zhao Wutong also woke up.

Zhao Wutong remained silent, looking like he was watching a good show.

However, Xu Fan stood up and smiled apologetically at Sun Yong: "Master Sun, Brother Lu just arrived the other day. He will go to familiarize himself with the alchemy matters in the military quarters camp soon. How about I help you clean the alchemy furnace?"

Cleaning the alchemy furnace is not an easy task. It requires descaling, deodorization, and special maintenance.

It takes at least half an hour to complete a set of procedures.

But Sun Yong still uses a high-grade alchemy furnace, which is even more difficult to clean.

"Do you have a role to speak here?

Sun Yong glanced at Xu Fan with disdain.

"Yes, yes, Master Sun is right!"

Xu Fan has long been accustomed to Sun Yong's domineering character.

Anyway, he was used to being submissive and didn't dare to get angry at all. Instead, he laughed twice and stepped aside.

At the same time, he gave Lu Changsheng a helpless look.

Xu Fan also saw that Sun Yong was clearly targeting Lu Changsheng.

Is this looking down upon Brother Lu's status as an ascendant, or... is he jealous of his good looks?

Lu Changsheng smiled.

He turned around, looked at Sun Yong, and said with a smile: "It's not impossible to clean the alchemy furnace, but I have a rule when it comes to helping others."

"What rules?"

Sun Yong asked curiously.

"It's like this. I started out as a fortune teller in the lower realm. I always like to tell people's fortunes before doing things for them. Peach blossoms, numerology, wealth... can all be used. I wonder what you are doing?"

"Who am I?"

Sun Yong was stunned for a moment, but then he immediately realized, wasn't he scolding him in a different way?

"You... are presumptuous!"

Sun Yong was furious.

He is a direct descendant of the Sun family, one of the nine great families in the Gouchen ancient country.

How dare Lu Changsheng, a mere person from the lower world, dare to humiliate him like this?

However, he completely forgot who provoked whom first.

Lu Changsheng got up early just to avoid being made trouble by him.

Unexpectedly, he refused to let go.

The clay figurine still has some anger.

In this case, Lu Changsheng no longer needs to give him face.

"Since you don't count, I'll take the first step."

Lu Changsheng waved his sleeves and left the camp.

Sun Yong was left with clenched fists and a pale complexion.

"Brother Lu..."

Xu Fan sighed slightly.

He knew Sun Yong's character best, and if he offended him today, the rules in the military camp were strict. Although it would not be a fatal blow, there would be a lot of mischief after that.

As a fellow ascendant, he still hopes that Lu Changsheng can swallow his anger like him.

Although he is a little aggrieved, he will not be targeted by this second generation ancestor.

Zhao Wutong was slightly surprised when he saw Lu Changsheng's leaving figure.

"Could it be him?"

Thinking of the abnormality he sensed last night, Zhao Wutong felt that Lu Changsheng seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog.

"However, after all, they are just ascended ones..."

Zhao Wutong shook his head.

The Ascended Ones come from the lower world.

In the upper realm, there are people with no foundation, no background, and no support. They are often the coolies squeezed by major forces.

Even if Lu Changsheng had some secrets, could he still turn the world upside down?

…

Soon.

Lu Changsheng came to the munitions camp again.

Last time I just came here to take an assessment, but this time I came here to take on a mission.

It's already the middle of the month, so he naturally doesn't have to take on a whole month's worth of tasks.

But at least half of the tasks of other fourth-level mid-level alchemists must be completed.

"You are new here, so you should practice your skills with these fourth-level low-grade Qingling Pills. Is it difficult to refine one hundred and fifty pills this month?"

The quartermaster who issued the mission was named Liu Zheng. He was one of the old alchemists who assessed him yesterday, and he was quite kind to him.

"This elixir is not difficult, thank you Mr. Liu!"

After Lu Changsheng thanked him, he took the three hundred medicinal materials.

For tasks issued by the munitions battalion, the success rate is generally calculated as 50%.

If there is more, it belongs to the alchemist himself, and if there is less, the alchemist will make up for it.

Just as Lu Changsheng was about to leave, an old voice stopped him: "Wait a minute!"

At this time, a frail old man walked over with the support of Sun Yong, leaning on a cane.

Sun Yong looked at Lu Changsheng with no trace of revenge in his eyes.

"Mr. Wei, why are you here?"

Liu Zheng immediately greeted him.

"I urgently need a batch of Demon Breath Pills here. Since this little brother is a fourth-level mid-level alchemist, he will use this pill as his assessment task this month. What do you think?"

Wei Yuan coughed and said slowly.

"this……"

Liu Zheng looked at Lu Changsheng with some embarrassment.

The Demonic Breath Pill uses the inner elixir of demonic beasts as its main material, and has the effect of masking the human aura. Although it is a fourth-level mid-grade elixir, it is extremely difficult to refine.

Usually it is refined by a fourth-level high-grade alchemist. Wei Yuan's move is really a bit embarrassing.

But Wei Yuan had been in the munitions camp for more than a hundred years and was much older than Liu Zheng, so he couldn't refuse directly.

"I can take it."

Lu Changsheng looked hesitant: "It's just that the difficulty of refining the Demonic Breath Pill is extremely high. I'm afraid the success rate cannot be calculated as 50%..."

"These are three hundred medicinal materials. You only need to refine one hundred Demonic Breath Pills. If you cannot complete even one hundred, you will have to resort to military law!"

Wei Yuan took out a medicine bag from the storage ring and snorted coldly.

"I understand the rules, so I won't bother Mr. Wei."

Lu Changsheng took the medicine bag and walked away.

Only Sun Yong sneered behind his back, thinking that he was holding on for the sake of face.

This is specially prepared for Lu Changsheng, and he knows how difficult it is.

No matter how hard you talk, the result will be revealed at the end of the month.

I hope you won't scream when you get whipped.

"Look at my memory!"

After sending Old Wei away, Liu Zheng suddenly slapped his head.

He actually forgot one thing, that is, he didn't ask Lu Changsheng to return the medicinal materials for the Qingling Pill.

This is the stuff of the military supply camp, no one dares to embezzle it.

Either return it or refine it into pills.

Lu Changsheng, that kid, can't possibly plan to refine the Qingling Pill and the Yaoxi Pill together, right?

At this time, Lu Changsheng has appeared outside the pill room.

The pill room is different from other places. It is no longer a tent, but a brick and tile courtyard connected to the ground fire, with various alchemy auxiliary formations.

Walking into the courtyard, the scene inside came into Lu Changsheng's eyes.

Jade is used as bricks, green wood is used as beams, and it is magnificent.

More than 200 alchemy rooms are neatly distributed in the courtyard.

The space inside is several times larger than the outside, and it is obvious that a space compression array is arranged.

Lu Changsheng's current array level is the fourth-grade upper grade. If he is given enough materials, he can also set up this kind of array.

The principle is similar to that of storage space.

However, due to the free flow with the outside world, this array is more than one level higher than the storage space.

In the corridor of the courtyard, alchemists and servants shuttled back and forth, which seemed quite crowded.

But seeing the waist badge of the fourth-grade middle-grade alchemist hanging on Lu Changsheng's waist, most people would subconsciously make way for him.

Soon, Lu Changsheng found his own exclusive alchemy room - Alchemy Room No. 75.

The earlier the alchemy room number is, the better the configuration is.

And this is based on the grade of the alchemist, and the military supply camp will automatically adjust it for you.

Lu Changsheng is a newcomer and can be said to be the least experienced fourth-grade middle-grade alchemist.

Even so, he can still be ranked in the middle position of No. 75.

This is enough to show the status of a fourth-level middle-grade alchemist.

Even among the alchemists in the military supply camp, he is considered middle-level, not bottom-level.