Chapter 343: Is There Another Chance?

"Alright, let's stop here for today."

Jiang Cheng glanced at the wall clock and saw it was past six in the evening.

He had spent the whole day guiding these people's alchemy skills, so he could say he kept his promise.

"Huh?"

The alchemical masters only then realized that a whole day had passed.

"Excuse me, Master, could you give us a few more pointers?"

"Yes, yes, Master, perhaps you could personally refine another batch yourself?"

The several of them pleaded one after another.

Beside them, Yang Chun's eyes also held a pleading look.

"Fine."

Jiang Cheng sighed helplessly.

He then refined a batch of pills right in front of them.

After finishing, he looked at them and said, "I've already shared all my insights on this Alchemy Technique with you; to truly master it you still have to go back and practice more."

"Yes, yes."

Everyone nodded repeatedly, feeling they had gained a lot, and the impatient ones planned to go back and refine alchemy through the night.

Before leaving, Sun Bo glanced at Jiang Cheng, wanting to say something but not knowing what, so he let out a light sigh and turned to leave with the others.

"Old Sun."

Yang Chun called him back, smiling, and said, "I have a few words I'd like to tell you."

Hearing that, the people ahead turned around, looking at the two of them with confusion.

"Alright, alright."

Sun Bo was also startled, then agreed.

The two walked into a Conference Room and sat down.

Sun Bo opened his mouth, looking as if he wanted to speak but held back.

"Old Sun, whatever you want to ask, just say it."

Hearing that, Sun Bo whispered, "Was that Master just now the newcomer named Zhang from back then?"

"Mm."

Yang Chun nodded.

Sun Bo immediately took a deep breath.

After all, guessing was one thing; getting confirmation from Yang Chun's mouth was another.

He then let out a heavy sigh and smiled wryly, "Yang Guanshi, back then I failed to recognize the gold‑inlaid jade and missed your kindness; looking back now, I truly regret it."

Yang Chun let out a light sigh upon hearing that.

But he had specifically summoned him here not to hear those regretful words and feel smug inside.

"Old Sun, I still hope you can keep this matter confidential; after you return, don't mention it to anyone."

Sun Bo's expression grew increasingly solemn as he heard this.

He still understood the principle that a tree standing out in the forest invites the wind to break it.

"Yang Guanshi, rest assured, I will keep this to myself; even if my wife and children ask, I won't utter a single word."

"That's good."

Yang Chun smiled.

He knew this might not be very useful.

But giving a heads‑up beforehand is better than not.

"Old Sun, if there's nothing else, let's call it a day; it's getting late, you should head back and rest early," Yang Chun said as he stood.

"Wait a moment."

Sun Bo reached out, "Yang Zhuguan, I wonder if there will be another chance like today. If so, on what day?"

"That…"

Yang Chun felt a bitter sting in his heart upon hearing that.

Gu Zhuguan lent a hundred million, which made this opportunity possible.

If they still want another chance, given that person's appetite, a hundred million might not be enough, but looking at the latter's hopeful eyes…

"There will be."

Yang Chun nodded, "But the exact date still needs to be discussed." "It should be, it should be."

Sun Bo's face lit up with joy.

If there are a few more such chances, his alchemy would advance a level with ease.

…

In the blink of an eye, a week passed.

During that time, several Fifth and Sixth Rank Alchemical Masters in the Black Market all improved their skills to varying degrees.

The greatest improvement was seen in the two Sixth Rank Alchemical Masters.

Before Jiang Cheng's guidance, using two batches of ingredients they could only refine one or two High Grade An Shen Pills, which were unstable; in some cases they produced none.

Now a batch yields two High Grade An Shen Pills as a matter of routine, and occasionally, with an exceptional run, three.

As the parties involved, they were naturally pleased.

But the happiest were Gu Zhangkong and Yang Chun.

Because the higher the alchemist's skill, the greater the profit for the Black Market.

Having tasted the sweet reward, several alchemists banded together, wanting to treat Jiang Cheng to a meal to show gratitude and to draw the relationship closer.

Gu Zhangkong also went along with it, and told Jiang Cheng about this matter.

If the latter were willing to give the group another pointer, that would be even better.

The result, then.

He was rejected by Jiang Cheng.

With that time, he might as well refine another batch of pills.

The several alchemists, upon hearing that, felt unwilling yet were helpless.

That day, Jiang Cheng, accompanied by his bodyguard, returned home.

In the living room, a woman dressed in a white training uniform, her hair tied in a ponytail, was practicing Fist Technique forms in a precise, methodical manner.

Hearing the footsteps at the door, the woman immediately stopped her movements, turned around, and upon seeing Jiang Cheng, a flower‑like smile blossomed on her face.

"Jiang Cheng brother, you're back?"

The woman was no one else but Lin Yue.

Compared with a few months ago, she now looks far healthier in spirit, qi, and body; walking down the street, she would surely attract considerable attention.

"Still training this late?"

Jiang Cheng laughed, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself; martial practice values perseverance, and being able to keep at it is enough."

Since arriving here, life has become relatively stable.

He simply taught Lin Yue to cultivate Secret Martial Arts and Spiritual Power.

If it had been during the Dawn Society, doing this would have been a considerable burden for him, since that amount of resources wasn't even enough for himself.

But now, the resources Lin Yue consumes are merely a drizzle to him.

In training Lin Yue, he doesn't expect her to become very powerful; later, when he departs, she can protect Old Man and Chen Sao.

It's just giving her something to do; if she truly has talent and grows, it would be an unexpected joy.

As for Old Man and Chen Sao, they're too old; even Lin Yue has actually missed the golden window for martial training, just like Ye Ying, Yang Chun, Gu Zhangkong and the others—none of them began cultivating only later in life.

"It's too early, I… I can't fall asleep well."

Lin Yue scratched her head, a little embarrassed, "By the way, Jiang Cheng brother, have you eaten? If not, I'll make something for you."

"I have eaten."

Jiang Cheng smiled faintly.

"It's getting late, go rest a bit earlier."

"Alright."

Lin Yue glanced at Jiang Cheng, lowered her head, and walked toward the room.

Jiang Cheng watched her silhouette and shook his head.

He could see that Lin Yue wanted to ease his worries, hoping to enter Entry early and sense the existence of Force Light Points, but such matters are still somewhat metaphysical.

"I should also return to my room to refine the Force."

After his Spiritual Power increased, the number of Force Light Points he refined each day grew considerably.

Breaking through to Ninth Level happened just in the past day or two. (End of chapter)