Traditional alchemists typically remove impurities from ten elixirs simultaneously and then refine ten pills at once.
However, the alchemist envisioned by Luis only needs to focus on refining a single pill, while the centrifugal wall breaker handles the rest of the process automatically.
Under such conditions, even a pig could operate the device. With enough practice, it might even beco proficient.
After extensive experintation, the Hartmann researchers finally succeeded in refining this special magical tool.
The centrifugal wall breaker is designed to extract the essence of multiple elixirs simultaneously, based on the number of elixirs being refined. For example, when refining the lowest-level first-grade elixir, the Qi-Restoring Elixir, only three centrifugal wall breakers are required to extract the essence of the three necessary ingredients simultaneously.
Once the spiritual liquid essence is extracted, it can be combined and refined into pills. This innovation greatly enhances both the efficiency and the success rate of alchemists in pill refinent.
These two factors—efficiency and success rate—directly influence the profitability of elixirs. For instance, if traditional alchemists achieve a 70% success rate in refining pills, while this new thod achieves 100%, the profit margin difference is substantial.
Consider the following example:
If the cost of refining a batch of pills is 100 spirit stones and the selling price is 50 spirit stones per pill, a 70% success rate yields a profit of 250 spirit stones. In contrast, a 100% success rate yields a profit of 400 spirit stones, representing a 60% increase in profit.
When factoring in the improved efficiency brought by the centrifugal wall breaker, the profitability of alchemists using this tool far surpasses that of traditional thods. It is poised to beco the cornerstone of the Hartmann family's Magical Instrunt Factory and their most lucrative industry.
It is often said that alchemy is the most profitable profession, and Luis now understood why.
With a satisfied smile, he placed the centrifugal wall breaker and the jade slips containing instructions for crafting this magical tool into his storage bag.
Luis kept one device for himself and instructed the researchers to continue improving the others. However, he couldn't afford to relax just yet, as he had pressing matters to attend to.
According to the agreent, today was the day the Zhou family would host a eting with colleagues from Guang'an Prefecture to discuss forming a coalition force.
Although only a short ti had passed, the Zhou family's extensive influence ensured that all major families and independent cultivators in Guang'an Prefecture had already been inford. The recent annihilation of the Zhao family had caused widespread panic among independent cultivators in the region. Continue your journey with empire
After all, in the eyes of casual cultivators, the Zhao family was a prominent force—second only to the Zhou and Yang families—and comparable in strength to the Wu family. For such a powerful family to be destroyed so thoroughly was a shocking event.
It left smaller families and independent cultivators in a state of deep unease.
News travels fast, and the complete destruction of the Zhao family soon spread throughout Cangzhou. Adding to the turmoil, the Zhou family deliberately released detailed information about the incident: the corpse chaos, the God killer Shen Jue, and other unsettling details.
These revelations sent ripples of fear through the major families in Guang'an Prefecture.
Just as the region was grappling with this chaos, another announcent arrived, this ti from the Qianyuan Sword Sect. They declared Cangzhou a new war zone.
The sect announced that cultivators from Cangzhou and the surrounding Ten Thousand Star Islands would have their military rits recorded based on the strength and number of zombies they killed.
To facilitate this, the Qianyuan Sword Sect would dispatch special military achievent recorders to Cangzhou.
The news caused an imdiate uproar within the entire cultivation community of Cangzhou.
The Qianyuan Sword Sect showed no concern about the corpse chaos, treating it instead as a test for the cultivators of Cangzhou. Observant individuals quickly realized that this was an intentional effort to train the region's forces.
As for why the Qianyuan Sword Sect sought to train troops in Cangzhou, the reason was obvious: Izumo Kingdom, Zhennan Pass.
For more than fifty years, the loss of Zhennan Pass to the cultivators of Cangzhou had remained a painful mory. Despite successive victories on other fronts, the loss of this critical stronghold lood as a glaring failure.
Moreover, losing Zhennan Pass posed a significant threat to the defense system established by the Qianyuan Sword Sect. Reclaiming it had beco a necessity.
The corpse chaos in Guang'an Prefecture was rely a prelude—a small-scale test for Cangzhou's cultivators. If they could not resolve this, the hope of retaking Zhennan Pass was a distant dream. At least, that's how most cultivators outside the region viewed the situation.
As for Shen Jue, he was conspicuously ignored by the Qianyuan Sword Sect, whether intentionally or otherwise.
Lingbei Island
When Luis arrived at Lingbei Island, the port of Zhou Main City was a scene of unprecedented congestion.
He had never seen so many ships docked there before. Although the port was usually busy, the sight now was overwhelming. The sheer number of ships, with their sails fluttering in the breeze, stretched for hundreds of miles across the sea, dwarfing the urban sprawl of Zhou Main City.
The solemn atmosphere of Guang'an Prefecture weighed heavily on Luis. Taking a deep breath, he flew toward the Zhou family's residence in the fairy city of Guang'an Prefecture.
For convenience, Zhou Main City had lifted its no-fly formation today. Luis recalled that the last ti this restriction was removed was during the rmaid attack on Guang'an Prefecture.
But back then, the situation was different. People had treated it like entertainnt, gathering to watch the commotion.
This ti, however, the mood was grim. No one was in the mood to "watch the show."
The chilling reality of the Zhao family's annihilation was still fresh. The blood of millions of Zhao family mbers had barely dried, serving as a stark reminder of the disaster looming over the monks of Guang'an Prefecture.
A flash of light streaked across the sky.
In the blink of an eye, Luis landed at the Zhou family's residence.
This was his first visit to the Zhou family estate, and the weight of the occasion was not lost on him. He was here for the common destiny of the cultivators of Guang'an Prefecture.
Deep down, Luis understood that the Qianyuan Sword Sect might have its own hidden agenda. But more importantly, he realized that to eliminate the God Killer, Shen Jue, the sect might willingly sacrifice the cultivators of Guang'an Prefecture.
The cultivators were not just a fighting force—they were bait, ant to draw out that elusive monster, Shen Jue.
If the cultivators naively believed the Qianyuan Sword Sect had their backs, they might not even realize how they had died when the trap was sprung.
The Zhou family head and Zhou Mubai were well aware of this grim reality. Their solemn expressions betrayed the weight of the situation. There was no trace of confidence or reassurance on their faces—no sign of a backup plan.
When the foundation-building cultivators of Guang'an Prefecture noticed the somber deanor of the Zhou family ancestor, an even heavier sense of foreboding settled over them.
"Brother Zhou," Luis called out, nodding as he saw Zhou Mubai welcoming the practitioners at the palace dojo.
"Brother Luis!" Zhou Mubai, whose life-and-death friendship with Luis was well known, smiled faintly. "Co in and take a seat. We'll talk more later."
"Alright."
Luis nodded and strode into the palace, his expression calm despite the storm brewing in his heart.
As Luis entered the palace, he found it almost packed with cultivators.
The palace was vast, large enough to accommodate tens of thousands under normal circumstances. But today, nearly 50,000 foundation-building cultivators had gathered in Guang'an Prefecture.
This ti, nearly every independent foundation-building cultivator in the region had shown up.
They had little choice. The complete annihilation of the Zhao family had shaken everyone to their core, leaving them desperate for a sense of security. At this mont, they needed a reliable backbone.
And the powerful Zhou family was undoubtedly the best candidate.
As for organizations like the Guang'an Casual Cultivator Alliance, no one took them seriously. When it ca down to matters of life and death, it was clear that only the Zhou family could be relied upon.
No cultivator was foolish enough to think otherwise.
As Luis stepped into the hall, the crowd quieted.
Those who recognized him quickly made way, bowing their heads slightly in respect.
"Is that the young master of the Hartmann family?"
"Yes!"
"I've heard their family is a newly risen force that is at the edge of Guang'an Prefecture."
"What terrifying talent he must have!"
Everyone was whispering to each other and talking about it.
In fact, Luis didn't need to listen specifically. Just by looking at their expressions, he knew they were talking about him.
But Luis didn't care at all.
With his current strength, he no longer cares about these discussions.
Unconsciously, he was no longer on the sa level as the Foundation Establishnt cultivators present.
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