Strongest Immortal Reborn In City

When Wan Zhibin heard this, he immediately became anxious. His health had been deteriorating day by day these past few years. Every year, he had to spend tens of millions of yuan to buy expensive medicinal herbs and tonics to recuperate his body. It was still a cup of water and a cart of firewood. It was not easy for him to find a divine pill, but Meng Ran still refused to sell it. How could Wan Zhibin not be anxious?    

    

Wan Zhibin's expression changed. Meng Ran saw it in his eyes. To be able to make the richest man in a city so anxious, it seemed that his health was indeed worrying.    

    

"There's only one Pills, but I didn't say that I can't refine it anymore."    

    

Wan Zhibin was stunned at first, then he was surprised and happy, "Brother Meng, you mean you know how to refine pills?"    

    

Meng Ran leisurely drank a cup of wine and nodded.    

    

Wan Zhibin immediately became wild with joy. One should know that alchemy was not rare in the ancient times. Alchemy originated from the Warring States Period, and as time passed, it became more and more complete and rich. In the 12th century or so, it even spread to Europe.    

    

The legend of the First Emperor, xu Fu, refining the Longevity Medicine was known by everyone.    

    

However, in modern times, there were fewer and fewer people who mastered alchemy. Furthermore, in modern times, there were fewer and fewer people who mastered alchemy. The Pills was almost useless. Most of them were useless. Most of the alchemists were still using the name of the Godly Doctor to swindle others. Those who could really concoct the miracle medicine were as rare as phoenix feathers and phoenix horns. They were all renowned figures in Huaxia.    

    

At this moment, Wan Zhibin heard that Meng Ran actually knew how to concoct the Pills. Furthermore, it was the Pills that he needed the most. How could he not be happy?    

    

Wan Zhibin immediately said, "Mr Meng, if you need any medicinal ingredients, just tell me. I will help you gather all the medicinal ingredients. You just need to help me refine a few Pills. Each Pills, I will bid five million. What do you think?"    

    

Wan Zhibin rubbed his hands and looked at Meng Ran with anticipation.    

    

Meng Ran originally wanted to refuse. Although the Minor Pei-Yuan Pill contained Spiritual Energy that could increase the cultivation level, if he consumed too much of it, it would stimulate the resistance of his body, and some of the impurities would remain in his body. Last time, in order to break through to the Foundation Stage Middle Period, Meng Ran had consumed five of them in a row. If he consumed them again, the effect would not be great.    

    

Besides, Pills was still an external force. If it wasn't for the fact that the Spiritual Energy on Earth was too dried up, Meng Ran wouldn't even want to consume half a Pills. In order to cultivate, one had to take one step at a time. Borrowing external force was not appropriate, and it was the right path to rely on oneself.    

    

Furthermore, Meng Ran was currently occupied with all sorts of matters. How could the dignified Immortal Sovereign Tairan waste his time concocting pills for a mortal?    

    

However, when he thought of his parents and good friends, Meng Ran felt that it was necessary to leave behind two Pills in case of emergencies, so he nodded and agreed.    

    

After informing Wan Zhibin of the required medicinal ingredients, Meng Ran wanted to take his leave.    

    

However, he was pulled back by Wan Zhibin. The number one person in Jiangzhou stammered and asked with an embarrassed face, "Mr Meng, is this Pills of yours useful in that area?"    

    

Meng Ran immediately understood what he meant and said with a smile, "Of course it is."    

    

After saying that, Meng Ran didn't care about the overjoyed Wan Zhibin and left.    

    

...    

    

When he returned to the mansion, it was already evening. Meng Ran looked at the peaceful Sky Lake, and his heart was filled with anticipation.    

    

According to what Meng Ran had thought, the Spiritual Energy on Earth had dried up. Every action of a creature with the size of a Flood Dragon consumed a lot of essence, especially flying in the sky, flying from the Long Son River to the Sky Lake. He was afraid that this Flood Dragon wouldn't be able to replenish the consumed magic strength even after a month of cultivation.    

    

This Flood Dragon definitely wouldn't come to the Sky Lake for a stroll after eating its fill. There must be something attracting it here!    

    

No matter what treasure it was, it could attract a Partial Essence Stage Flood Dragon. To Meng Ran, this item was extremely beneficial!    

    

Meng Ran started searching carefully by the side of the Jadefall Lake, not missing a single spot.    

    

However, after an hour had passed, Meng Ran still found nothing, not even a single clue.    

    

"Impossible, my deduction is correct. The Flood Dragon must have some kind of purpose in coming here. Could it be that it really encountered an idiot who came here to digest its food after eating its fill? "    

    

While Meng Ran was thinking, a gentle breeze blew over. It even caused the surface of the Sky Lake's lake to ripple. Hearing the pleasant sound of the water, Meng Ran suddenly realized what was going on.    

    

"Could it be that this treasure is in the Sky Lake!?"    

    

Meng Ran, who felt that this was the only possibility, had a burning gaze in his eyes. He took off all his clothes and jumped into the lake.