Chapter 657

Little Wei Yuan bowed to Master Zhi Dan and then said, "Fortunately, I did not fail the mission!"

Master Zhi Dan remained silent for a moment, then said to Xu Henshui, "You provide the critique."

"Me??" Xu Henshui's mind was a complete mess; how was he supposed to critique this? Critique whether the posture Little Wei Yuan used to sprinkle that bit of Qi luck at the end looked good or not?

He steadied himself and said with a straight face, "The use of human Dao Qi luck and Chaos Qi in your hands, Junior Nephew, is truly masterful and worthy of admiration. What is rare about this furnace of pills is the stable quality, each one identical, and the high yield. I believe it is slightly better than my furnace."

"Master Uncle Xu had one more pill with two patterns; clearly, you had the advantage!" Little Wei Yuan hurriedly said with humility.

The old Daoist Zhi Dan delivered the verdict: "The two of you are evenly matched, but in the category of innovation, Little Wei Yuan wins."

With Master Zhi Dan having spoken, naturally, no one objected. Although Xu Henshui had modified the pill formula, Little Wei Yuan's method clearly had a greater impact on people; it was simply unorthodox and rebellious.

Xu Henshui quietly breathed a sigh of relief; at least this time it was a draw, and fortunately, he hadn't lost face...

But in the blink of an eye, he realized something was wrong. Except for that final move, Little Wei Yuan hadn't even made a single gesture! Didn't this mean that Little Wei Yuan could just throw out a few puppets to refine pills and still fight him to a draw?!

Although he had lost the previous two times, that was losing to Little Wei Yuan himself.

The more Xu Henshui thought about it, the more his face turned from green to white. Little Wei Yuan, however, didn't notice him and was eagerly looking at Master Zhi Dan, waiting for his reward.

Master Zhi Dan was quite straightforward and said, "Your performance this time was unexpected, so you naturally deserve a reward. What do you want?"

Little Wei Yuan didn't hesitate and said, "Fifty more sets of pill materials for the Great Sun Morning Glory Pill?"

Master Zhi Dan was taken aback and said, "The stock of Radiant Sun Grass is low; how could there be fifty sets? There are only twenty sets left in the temple, and the next replenishment won't be for another fifty years, so I cannot give them to you. You may choose some ancient formulas or medicinal herbs."

Little Wei Yuan pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you have materials for various Body Forging pills, such as Foundation Nurturing Pills, Blood Radiance Pills, and the like?"

"There is naturally enough of those."

Little Wei Yuan was overjoyed: "Then can I have one thousand jin of each?"

The disciples of the Creation Temple almost fainted. One thousand jin of various medicinal herbs was enough to refine one hundred thousand Foundation Nurturing Pills and ten thousand Blood Radiance Pills; what did this Little Wei Yuan want to do?

Master Zhi Dan said, "One thousand jin is naturally impossible, but one hundred jin of each is no problem and can be given to you as a reward. If you want more, you must exchange your merit points for them."

Little Wei Yuan was just worrying about not being able to spend his merit points, so he immediately exchanged for one thousand jin of each type of medicinal herb, totaling nearly thirty thousand jin, which cost him thirty thousand merit points. Little Wei Yuan decided to take it slow and steady, first using this batch of herbs to test whether his ideas were mature before making further decisions.

Seeing that Master Zhi Dan had nothing else to say and didn't mention giving him any immortal plants, Little Wei Yuan, who had been busy lately, didn't stay long and took his leave.

After he left, the old Daoist Zhi Dan remained seated in the main hall, and the other disciples dared not move.

In front of the old Daoist were two plates of pills: one with Xu Henshui's twelve pills, and one with Little Wei Yuan's eighteen.

"Speak, all of you. What did you see?"

The disciples of the Creation Temple looked at each other, and finally, the eldest disciple said, "Little Wei Yuan's method of using Qi luck to dot the pills is pure perfection; we disciples are indeed far inferior. It's just that I don't know where he got the Chaos Qi; using it to dot the Great Sun Morning Glory Pills seems a bit wasteful."

Another disciple also said, "Little Wei Yuan, as a Realm Lord, has been fighting for years, making it very easy to gather human Dao Qi, whereas we cannot obtain human Dao Qi through this method. I observe that Little Wei Yuan's way of using Qi luck is extraordinary; I fear that even the great True Persons of the Heavenly Secret Hall are no better, and it is beyond our reach."

Once someone started, the other disciples all shared their views, all of them admiring Little Wei Yuan's final technique of Qi luck pill-dotting to the point of prostration, feeling ashamed of their own inferiority.

Some also questioned the origin of the Chaos Qi. Although this Qi is close to immortal materials in rank, it is not rare; it is just difficult to preserve, and most of it is used as soon as it is gathered.

Master Zhi Dan said nothing, and only after all the disciples had finished speaking did he slowly say, "You only saw the Qi luck pill-dotting? Have you ever thought about what would have happened if Little Wei Yuan hadn't used Qi luck to dot the pills?"

The disciples were all somewhat bewildered, and Xu Henshui and another young disciple suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

The old Daoist Zhi Dan slowly said, "Not bad, at least there are two who understand. I will tell you clearly: if Little Wei Yuan had not used Qi luck to dot the pills, there would not have been a single one-pattern spirit pill in that furnace, and the total yield would have been sixteen pills."

The disciples suddenly realized and gasped in cold air.

Each Great Sun Morning Glory Pill is worth fifty thousand immortal silver, and the materials for one furnace of pills cost approximately sixty thousand to eighty thousand; the Creation Temple naturally provided top-grade herbs, so the total value was over eighty thousand.

Little Wei Yuan's furnace produced sixteen pills, with a total value of eight hundred thousand immortal silver, which is ten times the cost of the materials. According to the standards of the Creation Temple, five times is the passing threshold for disciples, and ten times is firmly in the upper-middle range, enough to sit steadily in the top twenty percent.

The problem is, if you don't count the Qi luck pill-dotting, Little Wei Yuan didn't even make a move!

Moreover, those Dao Foundation warriors of Little Wei Yuan are puppets, not real cultivators, and their spirituality cannot be compared to real cultivators. In other words, Little Wei Yuan could wipe out eighty percent of the Creation Temple's disciples just by getting a few dozen puppets with no spirituality to refine pills?

There were over a dozen Creation Temple disciples present, and only three dared to say they could suppress those dozens of amateur puppets.

If even puppets can refine pills, and refine them better than them, then what do they, these pill masters, need to do?

And who knows how many puppets Little Wei Yuan has? What if he has hundreds? The Creation Temple only needs to refine so many pills every year; if there are puppets, then what do they, these pill masters, need to do?

Seeing the expressions of the disciples, Master Zhi Dan said, "It seems you finally understand. After you go back, think carefully about your future path. If you cannot stably refine one-pattern spirit pills, what use are you?"

Master Zhi Dan turned and left, and the disciples stood blankly for a while before dispersing.

The most talented young disciple walked with Xu Henshui and whispered, "Senior Brother Xu, is it that our good days as pill masters are coming to an end?"

Xu Henshui's face was also very ugly, and he sighed, "I fear it's more than that; I'm afraid an entire era is about to pass."

The young disciple smiled reluctantly and said, "Fortunately, we can still have some room for survival."

"Just lingering on in a desperate situation."

Little Wei Yuan was in a good mood at this moment, and the Human World Renjian Yanhuo were also boiling, with summaries being summarized and optimizations being optimized.

More of them were strategists who had already begun to imagine the future scene of sweeping through the pill industry, exterminating all pill masters, and forcing the whole world to only eat Qingming's medicine. Then Qingming could sell medicine for headaches and fevers for one hundred taels, guaranteed to make you bankrupt.

Little Wei Yuan reviewed these reports and found that it seemed truly feasible, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. If he really did this, not to mention whether the cultivators would resist, even the immortals might come to his door. Therefore...

One must still be full of martial virtue.

Little Wei Yuan thought a layer deeper and felt that if swords were not sharp, he would just be saving money for others. Expecting those powerful high-cultivation immortals to reason with you? Little Wei Yuan felt this was purely naive; if he became an immortal himself, he would absolutely not reason with others.

Little Wei Yuan pondered repeatedly, and the Human World Renjian Yanhuo also produced over a dozen plans, finally settling on a feasible one. What Little Wei Yuan initially prepared to start with was the Foundation Nurturing Pill, which he had eaten countless times back then and had once given to Behind Bao Yun as a precious gift.

Little Wei Yuan still clearly remembered the scene back then when he visited with the Foundation Nurturing Pill in his pocket, feeling full of sincerity, and then saw a thousand-year-old Heavenly Star Longkui as a landscape tree upon entering the door.

At the thought of this, Little Wei Yuan felt uncomfortable all over; although many years had passed, he still wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

He realized with a shock that his Dao heart had a problem, but now was not the past, and Little Wei Yuan already had a solution. So his figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in Behind Bao Yun's room.

Behind Bao Yun was meditating, and seeing Little Wei Yuan come in, a smile appeared on her face unconsciously, but before she could ask, she was held in Little Wei Yuan's arms, slapped heavily on the buttocks twice, and then Little Wei Yuan disappeared.

Behind Bao Yun was baffled, not knowing what madness Little Wei Yuan had suddenly gone into. But... as long as this guy was willing to come find her, that was good.

Behind Bao Yun was not in a hurry; her net was still spread, and the prey was currently only jumping on the edge; sooner or later, she would wait for the day it came to the center of the net to court death.

At this time, Little Wei Yuan's Dao heart was finally clear, and naturally, he couldn't tell Behind Bao Yun the reason for it even if he died.

Until one day in the future, when Little Wei Yuan ascended to the immortal throne, he could talk about these things; people would only think that immortals also had such down-to-earth moments.

Therefore, whether things are good or bad is inherently uncertain, depending only on where the person is sitting at the moment.

After the commotion, Little Wei Yuan continued to conceive the plan for the Foundation Nurturing Pill.

The Foundation Nurturing Pill of the Primordial Palace has extremely strong medicinal properties and can only be taken by those with exceptional bones; Qingming's people like Qingming who are forging their bodies have mediocre bones, and taking one would definitely cause their bodies to explode and die.

Little Wei Yuan calculated the medicinal properties and felt that if diluted to one percent, Qingming's ordinary people taking one pill a month should be fine, and it could save a month of hard cultivation.

If this could double the progress of the Tendon-Muscle Realm at the very beginning of body forging, it would also allow some people who could not forge their bodies to step into the ranks of body forging. And there would be more such people.

Taking Qingming as an example, under normal circumstances, out of ten thousand people, over three thousand can forge their bodies, only a dozen can become Dao Foundations, and there are none in the Dharma Form realm; it takes hundreds of thousands of people to produce one. In other words, if Qingming develops stably for a few decades, perhaps four or five Dharma Form cultivators could naturally appear.

But if there were enough Foundation Nurturing Pills, then out of those ten thousand people, over two thousand would be able to step into the gate of body forging and take a look at the scenery of the cultivation world.

Once the most basic Tendon-Muscle Realm is cultivated, mortals can also gain hundreds of jin of strength out of thin air, can carry one hundred jin of heavy objects and fly like the wind, and can pull carts of thousands of jin. If there are enough body-forging cultivators, then there would be no need for livestock in the fields.

Little Wei Yuan immediately decided to optimize the refining process of the Foundation Nurturing Pill, reducing the medicinal effect of a single pill to one percent of the original version. The Foundation Nurturing Pill is priced at one hundred and twenty taels in the Primordial Palace, and Little Wei Yuan's medicine should be priced at one tael; after all, it's a Qingming product, so it should be discounted.

Little Wei Yuan naturally couldn't really sell it for one tael; Qingming's cultivators were all poor as anything. So Little Wei Yuan was struggling; this price couldn't be too high, but it also had to leave room for the future, and even more so, it couldn't let other forces' merchant teams have too much room for arbitrage.

This was a complex problem, and Little Wei Yuan pondered it seriously for a long time, not knowing how many times he should earn.

His conscience wanted to speak, but it found that it didn't belong to Little Wei Yuan.

(End of chapter)