Chapter 220 Request for Help

Because of this, almost no alchemist is willing to become a worshiper of the demon clan and specialize in refining elixirs for the demon clan.

But right now, Shen Lang is being hunted by the Tiandao Alliance. He is desperate and has nowhere to go. Maybe it is possible to stay in the White Tiger Clan and become their full-time alchemist.

Once they have enough elixirs to help them, the strength of the White Tiger Clan will definitely be greatly improved, surpassing the Qinglong Clan, and thus achieving the grand goal of unifying the Demon Realm. Such a day will no longer be far away and is just around the corner.

When Shen Lang was graded by the Alchemist Association, he intentionally retained part of his strength, so he only received the clothing of a sixth-grade alchemist.

However, with his current level of cultivation, the success rate of refining seventh-grade elixirs can reach 100%.

Moreover, coupled with the powerful blessing brought by the deduction system and the inheritance of the alchemy stone tablet, he is not completely incapable of refining even eighth-grade elixirs.

So Shen Lang said with confidence:

"I wonder if you can let me take a look at the elixir? I have just experienced a tribulation and succeeded, and my cultivation has increased greatly. Now, I am not totally without the courage to try higher-level elixirs. "

Before Bai Batian could speak, his big-mouthed brother Bai Jingfeng, who always spoke out loud, squinted his eyes and looked at Shen Lang from head to toe, and then said with great disdain:

"Ha! It's just you? You're still young and your hair hasn't even grown yet, yet you dare to show off here. Brother, are you being deceived by this kid?"

Bai Batian glared at Bai Jingfeng fiercely: "Don't talk nonsense here! He holds a certificate officially issued by the Alchemist Association, which should be true and trustworthy."

"What if he forcibly snatched the certificate from someone else? You know, those famous high-level alchemists have to practice for hundreds of years at least.

If you take a closer look at this person, he might not be as old as those little cubs crawling around on the ground. How could he be a sixth-grade alchemist? "

The White Tiger clan inherits the bloodline of the four ancient divine beasts. Although their talents are extraordinary and superior, they are not able to transform into human form directly at birth. They also need to go through a process of cultivation.

The actual age of those little tiger cubs that have not yet transformed and are running all over the mountains and plains may actually be older than Shen Lang.

After all, from the moment they are born, these little tiger cubs have to gradually awaken their bloodline power and embark on a long road of cultivation. This process takes a long time.

But Shen Lang didn't rush to defend himself, but turned his palm upwards, and a ball of spiritual fire ignited in an instant.

In this world of cultivation, only alchemists have the ability to control spiritual fire.

The alchemist's clothing and credentials may be stolen from others, but this spiritual fire is real and cannot be faked.

The appearance of the spiritual fire is enough to prove that Shen Lang's identity as an alchemist is no lie.

Bai Jingfeng was speechless for a moment, but in order to save his face, he wanted to argue again, but he didn't expect to be slapped hard by Bai Batian.

"Okay, shut up! You have nothing to do here, get out of here!"

Bai Batian knew in his heart that if he allowed Bai Jingfeng to continue talking nonsense like this, Shen Lang would be completely offended to death.

By then, not to mention asking for elixirs to cure the clan leader, I am afraid it will also cause unnecessary trouble for the White Tiger clan.

Now that the situation has become alien, if the other major demon clans know that a sixth-grade alchemist has arrived in the demon realm.

So once Shen Lang steps out of the gate of the White Tiger Clan, he will probably be forcibly snatched away by the Qinglong Clan or the Peacock Ming King's lineage soon.

After all, to the major demon clans, a sixth-grade alchemist is of immeasurable value, and they will definitely try their best to recruit him into their camp.

"Brother!" Bai Jingfeng covered his face, his eyes full of disbelief.

Bai Batian's hand was like a huge cattail leaf fan. With this harsh slap, Bai Jingfeng, no matter how thick-skinned he was, was swollen and half of his face instantly turned red.

"Shut up! If you dare to say one more word, go to the back mountain and be imprisoned." Bai Batian shouted angrily, with a serious and majestic expression.

Bai Jingfeng glared at Shen Lang with resentment, thinking to himself, he didn't know what kind of ecstasy soup this young boy who appeared out of nowhere had fed his elder brother.

It is obvious that his eldest brother is the young master of the clan, his status is second only to the clan leader, and he has always been a man of one word and majestic in the clan.

Why did he behave so weakly in front of a mere human monk now, and even showed no mercy to him and beat him up in front of everyone? This really made him confused and couldn't swallow his breath.

Shen Lang didn't have time to watch the scene of his elder brother teaching his younger brother. He asked Bai Batian directly:

"Is it convenient for me to take a look at Danfang? If it's not convenient, then forget it."

At this time, the patriarch was in critical condition due to poisoning.

Shen Lang knew very well that if he really had a conflict with Bai Batian, the other party might not be able to take advantage.

After all, in the White Tiger Clan, Shen Lang could randomly grab a simple-minded tiger as a hostage to restrain Bai Batian and prevent him from making rash actions.

"Of course, I'll get it for you right away." Bai Batian said quickly, his tone full of urgency. He was really afraid that Shen Lang would be angry because of this.

After all, he finally saw such a glimmer of hope, and he absolutely couldn't let Shen Lang walk away.

If Shen Lang really left, the hope of saving the clan leader would become slim again, which was a situation that Bai Batian didn't want to see no matter what.

Perhaps because the soul power and mental power of the monster beasts were inherently weak, they couldn't meet the requirements of becoming an alchemist at all, so they didn't care much about whether this precious pill recipe would be leaked.

In the monster beast tribe, the defects of soul power and mental power seemed to be an insurmountable gap, making it almost impossible for them to develop on the path of alchemy.

Because of this, for those pill recipes that were regarded as treasures and needed to be strictly kept secret in the eyes of human alchemists, the monster beasts lacked enough attention and protection awareness, and believed that whether they were leaked or not would not have much impact on themselves.

Shen Lang took the pill recipe and looked at it carefully. He didn't expect it to be an eighth-grade pill.

No wonder Bai Batian said that just now, questioning his grade and determining that he couldn't refine the pill they needed.