Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 1140 - 590

Fang Yi is a Daoist child.

A Daoist child who has lived for many years in the Inner City of Celestial People, with a promising future.

Because above Daoist children are the Daoists.

When he first came to the Heaven and Earth Furnace Hall, he was still a young boy, not yet mature, and now he has lost most of that immaturity.

Fang Yi still hasn't become a Daoist, but he is grateful that he is still persevering.

It's important to know that many of his senior brother and sisters have either accidentally fallen into the Pill Furnace, been expelled by the master due to lack of insight, or returned to the mundane, leading tragic lives after marrying multiple wives, yet he is still here.

It can only be said that his master values him.

Every day at this time, he is as described by Chang Ziru, feeling happy to be close to his master and seeing him as a form of happiness.

"Go up and add this herb."

As usual, Fang Yi took the herb and headed up to the Pill Furnace.

The Pill Furnace in the Heaven and Earth Furnace Hall truly deserves the title "Heaven and Earth Furnace", with the entire furnace divided into three levels, reaching a height of eighteen zhang. At first glance, it truly is a masterpiece of the Heavenly People.

Every time he thought about the fact that his master was the strongest in Alchemy Dao within Heavenly People City, Fang Yi couldn't help but puff out his chest.

This time the medicine needed to be added at the highest level, so Fang Yi had to climb the stone stairs upwards continuously.

Each time he helped his master add herbs, going up and down was akin to climbing a mountain.

But Fang Yi enjoyed this because it signified usefulness to his master.

In Fang Yi's eyes, his master was like an Immortal.

The first time he saw her, he had an impulsive desire to rebel as an apprentice and marry his master, but now he couldn't even muster the strength, his hair almost gone, while his master remained the same as their first meeting, an Immortal sister.

Finally, Fang Yi reached the top of the Pill Furnace.

He opened the lid and added the medicine.

Just as he was about to descend, his master's voice suddenly echoed — "Why is there one herb missing?"

Fang Yi looked at the empty basket and then at the stone stairs, feeling that nothing had been dropped midway.

Unable to help himself, he looked downwards, but his master was nowhere to be seen.

His master's voice had clearly floated up from below; why wasn't she visible?

If his master wasn't below, then where was she?

Fang Yi couldn't help but look around.

Suddenly, he stiffened where he stood.

It was because he had been looking downward all along, and at this moment, he suddenly realized there was a figure behind him.

Though he only caught a glimpse of that figure, it felt overwhelming.

This feeling was all too familiar to Fang Yi.

Because he had pictured this scene countless overnight.

His master, his master was right behind him, so close.

What's his master going to do?

So close?

Is she going to fall in love with me?

Even at his age, Fang Yi's fantasies of his beautiful master falling in love with him had never ceased.

After all, he had kept his virginity as a sign of his devotion to his master.

At this moment, a voice echoed faintly — "Why hasn't this herb jumped in?"

"Ah?"

Fang Yi was startled out of his fantasies, letting out a surprised sound.

Immediately, a deep-rooted fear enveloped his being.

Before he could turn around, his body suddenly went light, tumbling down through the furnace opening.

During the fall, this would likely be the last time he experienced that overwhelming feeling.

The Pill Furnace was tall, but Fang Yi did not die from the fall.

Because it had three levels, he landed on the third level's rack.

But the fall had broken his bones.

Before he could struggle, the furnace lid above closed with a thud.

Fang Yi's face was etched with despair, and then the fire roared and engulfed his body.

At this moment, he didn't feel much pain; he even felt an odd warmth, and he didn't die immediately.

Then he saw an eye.

A huge, bright eye.

That eye peered down through the hollow opening of the furnace, appearing crowded in Fang Yi's vision, as if it was trying to squeeze through the opening.

Fang Yi naturally recognized this eye.

This eye that had haunted his dreams now only brought him terror.

He wanted to scream, to cry for help, but found he couldn't make a sound.

Suddenly, he realized his body was being consumed by the flames, and from there, he could even see through his burned chest.

He never did marry his master or become a Daoist!

....

Duan Yun and Shen Ying witnessed this melodramatic dispute, still feeling melodramatic.

And just as they were about to lament the melodramatic scene, the overwhelming female Daoist turned her gaze to them.

"What are you looking at? Are you bored?"

The tone having a certain "I can't easily deal with them, but I can deal with you" flavor.

At that moment, a timid voice rang from behind — "Immortal Daoist, they're new and don't know the rules."

It was Yan San, the dishwasher, who said this.

At this moment, mustering the courage to speak such words made Duan Yun and Shen Ying see him as quite loyal.

Because they knew how afraid he was of this alchemical woman.

"New ones, then definitely can't do the work well, so you two come to me, I'll train you well," the female Daoist said.

Duan Yun and Shen Ying were originally looking to enter, so they happily replied, "We'll follow Immortal Daoist's instructions."