There was one thing Lu Chang’sheng hadn’t anticipated—the fact that these alchemy jade scrolls that anyone could write were actually extrely common. Many cultivators who had practiced alchemy would compile one, sell it off, and make so extra spirit stones.
So, the price was pretty cheap.
Of course, you get what you pay for—most alchemy jade scrolls were very superficial, and after Lu Chang’sheng studied them, the ti he could cut down was almost negligible.
Still, little drops make an ocean. After plowing through well over a thousand, his grasp of the Everlasting Pill formula kept improving.
That night, after Lu Chang’sheng finished another scroll, a spark of inspiration suddenly struck him—so new knowledge seed to materialize in his mind.
"I’ve reached entry level. Ti for alchemy!"
Once you reach entry, you’ve got about a ten to twenty percent success rate refining a pill.
He didn’t keep reading; instead, he started up the pill furnace to make so pills.
He failed three tis in a row, but finally, a batch of fragrant pills appeared at the bottom of the pill furnace. He reached out, took them, and sealed them into a jade bottle.
Then, he kept going. After burning through all his materials, he ended up with three bottles of Everlasting Pills in his hands.
"Entry level really is a money pit if you want to make pills."
He’d chewed through fifty whole sets of herbs and only managed three batches of Everlasting Pills. If he tried to make a living at this level, he’d starve to death out there.
Lu Chang’sheng got his pills done days ahead of when Wan Yu expected him to.
So, Lu Chang’sheng didn’t wait—he had Steward Mo send word to the Qu Family right away.
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Recently, the Qu Family had been in a total ss—mainly because of their patriarch, Qu Sheng. The other elder, Qu Guang, even though he was a thousand miles away, kept asking about it all the ti.
He’d asked a Supre Profound Sect alchemist to make a batch of second-grade healing elixir after the Purple Ice Lake business wrapped up—but only if Qu Sheng could hold on that long.
"I’m just a late-stage Qi Cultivation cultivator, not worth the Supre Profound Sect’s attention. The only reason they pitched in this ti is because I traded on Purple Ice Lake rit."
In the Qu Family’s back courtyard, a bunch of old-tirs sat listening guiltily to the patriarch’s voice coming out of the Sound Transmission Shell.
The old ancestor had pulled the family this far, and now that he was in trouble, not one of them could do anything. It was downright embarrassing.
"Patriarch, you really don’t need to worry so much. We already found two alchemists from White Cloud Pharmacy to brew the Everlasting Pill. It won’t be long before you get pills. Once you do, Qu Sheng should be able to extend his life for a few years, no problem."
Qu Feng spoke up quickly.
"Mm, I hope so," Qu Guang replied, but he didn’t sound convinced.
If he’d known things would turn out this way, he never would’ve gone hunting for the materials himself. What a waste of ti.
"Jiang Yu, what’s the status on Alchemist Gu’s side?" Qu Guang asked.
"Sir, I’ve been keeping an eye on him every day. Alchemist Gu’s making great progress—but as you know, this is a brand-new pill formula."
Jiang Yu hurried to answer.
In the back, Wan Yu felt both jealous and regretful at the sa ti.
Ever since they brought in those two alchemists, the clan used the Sound Transmission Shell to check in with the ancestor over at Purple Ice Lake and let him know how things were going.
Wan Yu and Jiang Yu both got praised by the old ancestor—and for the first ti were allowed into this kind of eting. Clearly, their help really paid off this ti.
But what made Wan Yu annoyed was that every single ti Qu Guang called ho, he only asked about Alchemist Gu’s progress—and barely ntioned her side at all.
Alchemist Gu had a solid reputation at White Cloud Pharmacy.
And as for herself, even now she couldn’t say for sure who she had helping with alchemy. After a while, the old ancestor probably started to sll sothing fishy, and that’s why he rarely checked in with her now.
Before, Wan Yu would’ve been jealous all over again—probably wishing she could roll Jiang Yu up like trash and toss her straight back into the pill furnace for a do-over.
But this ti, she was actually relieved the old ancestor didn’t have any high expectations for her.
"No expectations, no pressure. Later, if it turns out nothing cos of this, it’s not a big deal."
Wan Yu told herself silently.
But of course, the thing you least want is the thing that always happens.
Right then, Qu Guang’s voice suddenly ca through the Sound Transmission Shell.
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