In Liu Zhengyang's cognition, the place where the meeting is held usually pays attention to a style and brilliance.

Normal people don't store too important information in it.

So Liu Zhengyang and Zhong Qinglei left without saying anything.

With the main hall as the center, they searched around the neighborhood, and soon found the location of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and broke in.

When Liu Zhengyang and Zhong Qinglei broke into the Sutra Pavilion, they soon found that the books inside were sorted and arranged, and the densely packed books and bookshelves proved that there were at least tens of thousands of books here. Finding what you're looking for among the tens of thousands of books isn't unusually difficult.

Zhong Qinglei scratched his head and said, "Liu Zhengyang, do we really want to find it slowly here?"

Liu Zhengyang swept the surrounding environment and pondered, "Let's look for books on medicine pills first."

"Why?" Zhong Qinglei asked strangely, "Isn't it bad to find their business information directly?"

Zhong Qinglei's idea is very simple.

By investigating Yuanman's daily interactions with other forces, it was easy to find out what they were doing because of what they usually needed to do.

However, although Liu Zhengyang can understand Zhong Qinglei's thoughts, he feels that it is not so simple.

He smiled wryly and said, "The key problem is that things that need to be consulted at any time will definitely not be placed in the Book Collection Pavilion, and may now be placed on the city lord's desk. The log that can be placed in such a place is one of the most important. It must have expired."

After speaking, Liu Zhengyang strode to the place where the elixir books were placed.

And Liu Zhengyang thought about it and thought it made sense, so he went to read it for Liu Zhengyang.

While they were flipping through the books, monks patrolled from time to time outside the Sutra Pavilion, and the bright torches made Liu Zhengyang and Zhong Qinglei extremely nervous every time. Fortunately, those people should not be allowed to enter the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion casually, so no one ever came in.

After searching for more than an hour, Zhong Qinglei suddenly shouted: "Liu Zhengyang! Come and have a look! It's the information of Immortal Pill."

"Immortal Pill?" Liu Zhengyang was instantly refreshed when he remembered the reward information he had heard during the day.

Ever since he knew that the Immortal Pill was an advanced version of the Yang family's pill that enhances the cultivator's physique, he has been very concerned about it.

Now that we have found the information, of course we have to investigate.

He rushed to Zhong Qinglei's side in a single step, grabbed the book and glanced at it.

With Liu Zhengyang's accomplishments in the field of medicinal herbs, there are many things that Zhong Qinglei can't understand, and Liu Zhengyang knows what's going on just by looking at it.

Judging from the data, the Immortal Pill is indeed a medicine far superior to those of the Yang family.

At least the potency is several times stronger than the medicinal pills refined by the Yang family.

But relatively, refining these medicinal herbs requires a lot of resources.

Even the alchemists who can refine it successfully are very few.

Even if an alchemist who is not skilled enough gets more sufficient resources to refine it, it will just be a waste.

"So it is." Liu Zhengyang pondered: "It is no wonder that the monks of the Yang family will **** the things of the savage tribe, and it is no wonder that they will not hesitate to go to war with us. If they do not do that, they will not be able to get enough resources to refine the immortal pill."

After a pause, Liu Zhengyang sighed again: "But on the other hand, the cultivators of the Yang family are really pitiful."

"How?" Zhong Qinglei asked curiously.

"I managed to refine the Immortal Pill, but I dare not use it myself, can I be pitiful?" Liu Zhengyang replied.