Chapter 1191: Resource Allocation

"What is this?"

After hearing their husband's account, the seven women were instantly frozen in place.

Because Lin Feng had left in a hurry earlier, although he told Xiao Yixian and the others that the owner of this binding ring was a ninth‑rank Golden Core Master, many details he hadn't managed to mention.

Thus, the women had no idea that inside that Golden Core Master's binding ring lay so many rare treasures!

However, Cai Lin, who quickly caught on, sharply fixed her gaze on Lin Feng and said, "Husband, you mean that Golden Core Master is the one who destroyed the Seven‑Colored Sky‑Devouring Python Tribe?"

"Uh, that's right; he also wiped out the Heavenly Snake Tribe. The nine‑headed heavenly snake that Qing Lin and Feng Er saw earlier might have been one of the few that slipped through."

Regarding his wife's words, Lin Feng replied truthfully.

"Scoundrel!"

Confirming that the Golden Core Master had annihilated the Seven‑Colored Sky‑Devouring Python Tribe, Cai Lin's expression instantly turned icy, and the authority of her long‑held high position and formidable power poured out at once.

Lin Feng and the other women, seeing her reaction for the first time, were instantly frightened into stillness, staring blankly at Cai Lin.

After a curse, Cai Lin suddenly looked up at Lin Feng, reached out and said, "Husband, give me that bastard's remains; I will crush his bones and scatter his ashes!"

Hearing this, Lin Feng gently tightened his arm around Cai Lin's slender waist, pulling her soft, fragrant body into his embrace.

Then he earnestly advised, "Cai Lin, what's happened is already done; no matter how you destroy that Golden Core Master's remains, those of the Seven‑Colored Sky‑Devouring Python Tribe won't revive. Moreover, those remains are still useful to me, so as an adult you should be magnanimous and temporarily spare that fellow's bones."

While speaking, Lin Feng quickly gave a signal to the other six women, indicating they should come over to help.

Xiao Yixian, Qing Lin, and the Dan Tower Trio, along with the other six women, helplessly spread their hands and then promptly moved forward to counsel Cai Lin.

After a considerable effort by everyone, they finally managed to calm much of the anger on Cai Lin's face.

Seeing this, Lin Feng didn't hesitate, quickly changed the subject, and looked at the Dan Tower Trio, "Ladies, how is your alchemy now? Have you refined the ninth‑rank treasure pill?"

Upon hearing this, the three women straightened like towering peaks, their delicate cheeks brimming with confidence, and said, "Husband, we refined the ninth‑rank treasure pill over a month ago. Moreover, the current success rate stays around thirty percent."

As soon as they finished speaking, they recalled the alchemy notebook Lin Feng had entrusted to Xiao Yixian and added, "Of course, once we fully digest the alchemical experience and manuals you gave us, the success rate can rise another two or three levels."

"Hmm, not bad."

Hearing the women mention a thirty‑percent success rate for refining ninth‑rank treasure pills, Lin Feng was not disappointed; instead, he nodded with satisfaction.

Even though the women's success rate is only thirty percent, that already qualifies them as ninth‑rank treasure pill masters.

After all, don't forget that when alchemy ranks were lower, the Alchemist Guild's evaluation gave you three batches of ingredients; if you could successfully forge a pill, you attained that rank.

Whether you relied on skill or luck doesn't matter.

Although the Dan Tower's ranking is stricter, with soul‑strength tests that filter out many who lack the requisite condition and rely solely on luck.

Nonetheless, the overall assessment process hasn't changed much: they give you three batches of herbs and watch you forge a pill.

If successful, they award the corresponding alchemist rank medal.

And the thirty‑percent success rates of Cao Ying, Dan Chen, and Xin Lan here make calling them ninth‑rank treasure pill masters perfectly reasonable.

After all, at this level of alchemy, no faction issues rank medals anymore.

What other strong cultivators care about is whether your battle Qi and soul meet the hard requirements, and what your success rate is.

Even if you can only achieve a twenty‑percent success rate, many strong cultivators will still recognize you as a master of this alchemy level.

The reason is simple: ninth‑rank alchemists are simply too few.

As long as your success rate isn't hopelessly low, people will still come to you for production.

And this, in the current era of the Battle Qi Continent's great regression caused by ancient races' genocide of non‑bloodline forces, is a truly unavoidable choice.

After all, if one had enough treasure pills, mysterious pills, or even a Golden Core Master, who would waste the hard‑won materials like this?

Meanwhile, the ingredients for ninth‑rank pills are highly prized even by the great ancient powers.

Thus, as soon as any news arises, they will promptly seize them.

Therefore, with scarce ingredients and far fewer cultivation opportunities below ninth rank, the success rate naturally drops considerably.

After learning about the Dan Tower Trio's alchemy, Lin Feng nodded and said, "If that's the case, as long as the Ancient Dragon Clan agrees, you may continue the existing cooperation: the Ancient Dragon Clan supplies the ingredients, and we split the pills."

He then turned his gaze to the lady on his thigh and said, "Cai Lin, because you didn't accompany us to the Wild Ancient Realm to undergo the Hundred Lives Reincarnation, some of your flaws may not have been fully examined. Fortunately, during those hundred reincarnations I grasped some knowledge of the power of reincarnation, so take these Refinement Spirit Pills."

While speaking, Lin Feng brushed the binding ring, then produced three jade vials and handed them to the lady in his arms.

He explained, "These Refinement Spirit Pills can tap into your memories to create an illusion; within it you can see many different things, thereby deepening your self‑understanding. Of course, given your current strength, one or two ninth‑rank treasure pills that boost power are ineffective, so I won't give you those."

"Fine." Hearing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Cai Lin's eyes, and she took the three jade vials.

After all, although this kind of pill cannot directly increase battle Qi, its effect, in a sense, surpasses those that simply boost power.

Especially many ancient powers, who worry that some of their strong successors are terribly flawed in temperament.

If this pill is placed before them, those factions would likely trade their power‑enhancing pills for it.

After all, power‑enhancing pills can be taken later, but temperament is crucial for ancient families whose members will later occupy high positions and maintain dominance.

Because even a typically formidable ancient clan can, through a single poor decision, drag the entire family into the abyss.

And the Xiao Clan a thousand years ago is a living example, isn't it?

Regardless of whether the original Xiao Clan made a last stand out of pride or for other reasons.

But in any case, the present Xiao Clan now has only two or three little cats left alive.

At present, only Xiao Yan, who luckily attained the Bodhi heart, still possesses some strength.

However, had Xiao Xuan not acted that way, perhaps Xiao Yan today would be a super‑genius capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with, or even surpassing, Gu Xun'er.

At least, he wouldn't be living as miserably as he does now!

Of course, the ones most eager for these pills in the current situation are the Ancient Clan.

For the sake of their family's lady Gu Xun'er, the Ancient Clan's elders have been losing hair.

Although in terms of strength and potential, Gu Xun'er is undoubtedly the best candidate for clan leader, followed by Gu Qingyang.

But now, because of Xiao Yan, the Ancient Clan elders are forced to abandon the idea of making Gu Xun'er clan leader.

After all, if the former became clan leader, the Ancient Clan's warehouse—filled over countless generations with millennia‑old treasures—could become Xiao Yan's alone the next day.

And this very point directly nullifies Gu Xun'er's bloodline and strength advantage, allowing Gu Qingyang to usurp the elders.

Because you can't even keep your family property safe, even if you have a Dou Emperor clan chief, it's all in vain!

After all, no matter how strong Gu Xun'er is, all of this belongs to others, not to the Ancient Clan.

And this is the final conclusion reached after the Ancient Clan elders repeatedly tried to make Gu Xun'er leave Xiao Yan.

Of course, if the Ancient Clan obtained Lin Feng's Refining Spirit Pill or related elixirs, they would certainly give them to Gu Xun'er to take, letting her train well in the illusion realm and enlighten her mind.

If a ninth‑grade treasure pill can rescue a prodigy of a divine‑grade bloodline, then the Ancient Clan would make a huge profit, wouldn't it?

Then Cao Ying's third daughter, upon seeing these Refining Spirit Pills, immediately clicked her tongue, a bit disappointed, and said, "In just a few short months you've refined so many ninth‑grade treasure pills, husband, it seems you've once again outpaced us."

While speaking, the third daughter couldn't help shaking her head.

After all, they couldn't, in such a short time, refine so many ninth‑grade treasure pills,

Since the number of failures increases, the time required likewise grows.

Hearing that, Lin Feng chuckled lightly, "That's normal; after all, our soul power surpasses yours severalfold."

Yet as soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng continued, "If you have nothing to do, stay here; I'll first go meet those people of the Ancient Dragon Clan, then take Qinglin out to handle some matters."

"Alright, we'll all obey the husband/young master's orders."

As for the former arrangement, Yun Yun, Xiao Yixian and the other six women immediately nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Lin Feng gave a slight smile, then turned his gaze toward Cailin, who seemed to have something to say on his thigh.

"Cailin, rest assured, I, as your husband, will not forget you. These Demon Cores belong to the strong of the Heavenly Snake and the Seven‑Color Sky‑Swallowing Python Clan; take them to boost your strength."

While speaking, Lin Feng immediately produced two Soul Rings, then gently touched the superior one with the clearly inferior Soul Ring.

The next moment, accompanied by a brief faint glow and a surge of dense, chilling energy, the former promptly placed the inferior Soul Ring into Cailin's pale, tender palm.

"Hmm."

Seeing the Soul Ring in her palm, Cailin's charming, cold‑beauty instantly showed a faint smile, then gave a slight nod and accepted the Soul Ring.

Lin Feng, seeing this, also gave up the idea of staying with the women, rose immediately, and set down the soft, supple body of Cailin he was holding in his arms.

"Alright, ladies, let's reconvene later. I have matters to attend to now, so I'll depart first."

As soon as his words ended, Lin Feng reached out and sucked in Qinglin's petite form from nearby, then wrapped his arms around Qinglin's slender waist and said to the other women.

However, just after he finished speaking, he seemed to recall something, and the body prepared to leave suddenly halted.

The next instant, he again brushed a Soul Ring, producing a white bone that exuded a faint aura of pressure.

At the junction of a vertebra and a rib on that white bone, there was a mass of black color. (End of chapter)