Chapter 615: Striving for Opportunity

Yan Buji fell into a dilemma.

Whether Feng Yue or Yao Wen, their attitude toward him was mainly to use him, but actually this use was quite baseless.

"Because I'm just a piece that can be casually discarded, not even crucial, so my help isn't important."

Yao Wen and Feng Yue have fought in the Outer Gate for so many years without a clear winner; it's impossible for my arrival to make any difference.

However, his timing happened to be just right, exactly when those two might be about to clash, so he was forced into the fray.

"But I need to increase my influence—what can I do?"

No matter what, I'm also the Hall Master of Lian Dan Tang—shouldn't I take on some work?

Also not right, that work is controlled by the Internal Affairs Hall; if I go ask on my own, there will surely be problems.

Eh?

Yan Buji suddenly thought of something, went to the study, took out the ledger left by former Lian Dan Tang members, and examined it carefully.

"Why does this place have such huge expenditures on spiritual materials—what pills are they being used to refine?"

Yan Buji looked puzzled.

Mo Dengqing walked over, looking at Yan Buji: "What are you looking at?"

"Did Lian Dan Tang ever have large-scale pill demands? Why would it consume so many spiritual materials?" Yan Buji handed over the ledger.

Mo Dengqing glanced at the ledger, then recalled: "Oh, I remember that an Inner Gate Elder once needed a special spiritual medicine, which is why so many resources were spent."

"What spiritual medicine?"

"That Inner Gate Elder's granddaughter seems to have contracted a strange illness; she can't eat, so they had people research a spiritual medicine to treat it."

Hmm?

Yan Buji carefully examined these spiritual materials, feeling somewhat familiar.

"Looking at these spiritual materials, they're probably used to adjust the senses; generally, they're used to concoct special medicines."

"What special medicine?"

"An aphrodisiac."

"Ah?!"

Yan Buji smiled: "Don't be nervous; aphrodisiacs were originally used to treat illness, only their effect on bedroom prowess is stronger than other medicines."

Mo Dengqing rolled his eyes, returned the ledger: "Forget it; I didn't look for you for anything else—Elder Feng said everything can proceed as normal. Whatever they do, just agree."

"Fine."

Seeing Yan Buji still researching the spiritual materials on the ledger, he muttered an old shameless curse, then returned to the front gate.

Yan Buji wrote down the spiritual materials that had been heavily consumed on the ledger; unlike other materials needed to replenish pills, he could roughly guess what medicine they were refining just by glancing at their function.

"Is this medicine meant to stimulate blood and qi vitality? But since the strange illness involves not eating, it should relate to the digestive system.... Ah!" Yan Buji flipped to earlier pages of the ledger, discovering that indeed a batch of spiritual materials for nourishing the digestive tract had been consumed, but only for those few days.

"Then it's not a digestive issue; could the test show a blood and qi problem?"

But upon closer inspection, the ledger shows that the consumption of spiritual materials in this section remains large—from the initial digestive care, then later blood and qi, acupoints, meridians, and so on, with expenses increasing; they were still researching it up until they left, indicating that the Inner Gate Elder's granddaughter's illness had not improved.

A qualified alchemist doesn't necessarily understand pathology; cultivators also get sick, but an ordinary alchemist can only craft healing pills based on experience—yet this raises another problem.

A cultivator's illness is far more complicated than a mortal's. Because cultivators have been exposed to so many things in their practice, it's impossible to tell whether the cause is external or internal, so the more skilled the alchemist, the less dare they lightly give medicine to patients.

But why do people still revere alchemists?

It's because some alchemists are heavenly geniuses able to refine pills that cure all ailments—no matter what sickness you have, they can heal it!

But Yan Buji doesn't have that ability now; his alchemy technique comes entirely from practice accumulation plus some talent, not from a sudden brainstorm that could create unprecedented legendary formulas.

Yan Buji studied these spiritual materials via the ledger for several days and reached a conclusion.

"No, it shouldn't be an illness."

Yan Buji felt a bit strange; logically, the alchemists of Paolong Sacred Land should have decent aptitude, so why have so many spiritual materials failed to yield a cure?

Then perhaps it isn't an illness after all.

"Could it just be simple anorexia?"

Yan Buji pondered for a moment, then suddenly thought of something.

"What's wrong?" Mo Dengqing saw Yan Buji come out and looked at him doubtfully.

"Please help me ask: has the Inner Gate Elder's granddaughter's illness gotten better?"

Mo Dengqing looked at him doubtfully: "Why are you asking that?"

"Never mind, just ask and see."

Mo Dengqing rolled his eyes and sent a message to Yang Yunshu.

Yang Yunshu quickly replied, saying no.

Yan Buji thought it over, took out a bottle of pills: "This might possibly cure that Elder's granddaughter's illness."

"Huh?!"

Mo Dengqing stared, eyes wide: "You're joking, right? You've never even met her—how dare you say you can cure her illness?"

"It's just a guess; besides, that Elder must be anxious as hell about his granddaughter's illness—why not try my pills?" Yan Buji smiled.

Mo Dengqing took the bottle, doubtful: "Then how can you be sure it will definitely work?"

"I never said it would definitely work, but it should." Yan Buji wasn't certain either; he merely guessed the other might have anorexia, and his tasty pill could maximally stimulate a person's appetite, letting them feel delicious, so it should help with anorexia.

But if it isn't anorexia, then there's nothing to be done.

However, it was just one attempt; Yan Buji's request had Mo Dengqing send a message to Feng Yue.

Upon hearing this, Feng Yue also found it a bit strange: "Let them come over."

"Yes." Yang Yunshu immediately sent a message.

Soon.

The two arrived at the Internal Affairs Hall and saw Feng Yue.

I have seen Elder Feng.

No need for formalities—can your pill cure Elder Ximen's granddaughter's illness? Feng Yue asked.

I went through the account books of Lian Dan Tang over the years and discovered this, but those spiritual materials were consumed in large amounts without finding the cause, so I speculated that she might have anorexia and refined a pill. Yan Buji said directly.

Let me see it.

Mo Dengqing brought the pill over, and Feng Yue opened the bottle cap and smelled it.

So fragrant!

The rich aroma stirred the hunger in everyone's bellies, and they all looked toward the pill bottle in Feng Yue's hand.

How can it be so fragrant? What spiritual material did you use?

I tried refining this tasty pill from some strange spiritual materials I found before. Yan Buji laughed.

Feng Yue thought for a moment: "Does this pill have any toxicity?"

No, it has no medicinal effect at all; it's just fragrant and tasty.

Huh?

Several people looked at him strangely, and Feng Yue thought carefully: "Then how dare you speculate that this pill is definitely effective?"

If they really have anorexia, it will definitely be useful.

If not, then just pretend I didn't say anything.

Feng Yue naturally understands as well, but this matter still needs a bit of inquiry.

Alright, I will arrange this; if you really cure Elder Ximen's granddaughter's illness, then your position as Hall Master of Lian Dan Tang will probably be secured. Feng Yue laughed.

Thank you, Elder Feng! Yan Buji said with clasped hands.

Opportunities are something you have to strive for yourself.