Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

633 Top Second-Generation Pill (2)

Fortunately, he had refined it with low-grade spiritual herbs at that time. Even if the refinement failed, there was not much loss.

He could afford it.

But Han Muye replied to him in a letter which he asked Zuo Lin to deliver.

At that time, Han Muye had written his deduction and words of encouragement in the letter.

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This greatly boosted Li Siming’s confidence.

Moreover, according to Han Muye’s deduction, Li Siming’s pill refinement technique could really be realized.

After refining cauldrons of 10 unranked medicinal pills repeatedly, Li Siming began to use more precious spiritual herbs to refine the medicinal pill.

If he followed the prescribed order and spent a hundred years of effort, Li Siming might achieve grandmaster status with a cauldron of pills and become famous throughout the world.

However, the Pill Destiny Pavilion’s Pill Transformation Technique gave him a huge boost.

Without going through the lightning tribulation, there was no need to completely condense a physical pill. It was more suitable for refining a cauldron of multiple pills.

It was said that the Pill Destiny Pavilion Master was famous for his alchemy skills in the Imperial City at a young age.

This was what Li Siming had always yearned for.

When he found an opportunity to observe Mu Wan refine pills and saw that she was the person who had accepted his ideas, he was extremely excited.

Needless to say, from then on, he was determined to do his best to develop a cauldron of multiple pills.

He did not care about the cost or the gains and losses.

Then, when he walked out of the alchemy room because he didn’t have enough spiritual herbs, he realized that his alchemy house had closed down.

The alchemy house was bustling with noise and excitement. Alchemy cultivators and other cultivators gathered around the door.

Han Muye looked ahead, walked to the stone steps, and sat down.

Beside him, a black-bearded middle-aged man with messy hair and a gray robe looked a little lost.

Seeing Han Muye sit beside him, the middle-aged man turned around.

“Why don’t you go grab some medicinal pills?” the middle-aged man asked in surprise.

Han Muye shook his head.

“What I like the most in this alchemy house are the owner and his alchemy skills,” Han Muye said softly.

Hearing his words, the middle-aged man looked up at Han Muye and grinned. “Which alchemy house are you from? If the wage is low, I won’t go.”

He was Li Siming, the owner of this closed alchemy house.

In the marketplace, there were indeed such closed alchemy houses.

Many alchemists had good alchemy cultivation, but they might choose to close down and go bankrupt because they had crippled the spiritual herbs when refining pills and could not pay back the spiritual rocks to their sponsors.

These people would be invited to other alchemy houses to temporarily help refine pills.

Generally speaking, the wages offered were compatible with the alchemists’ own cultivation levels.

It was just that helping others refine pills was never as profitable as opening one’s own alchemy house.

Moreover, one would not have much freedom.

“By the way, you should know who I am, right? If you can’t afford it, don’t invite me.”

Li Siming patted his butt and stood up.

The junior official from the Alchemy Division who was selling spiritual herbs and medicinal pills walked over with a smile on his face.

“Grandmaster Siming, don’t blame me. This is the rule of the Alchemy Division.

“If it’s up to me, I will want you to do business here for a long time.”

The low-ranking official hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed.

To them, even if Li Siming went bankrupt, his status was not something small officials like them could reach up to.

Alchemy Grandmasters could earn a living wherever they went.

Li Siming’s expression did not change on the surface. With his hands behind his back, he said, “How many more spiritual rocks do you need?”

This was the reason why the low-ranking official came up to him. He was afraid that if Li Siming left, the spiritual rocks that he owed would not be paid back.

Hearing Li Siming’s question, the smile on the low-ranking official’s face widened. He hurriedly cupped his hands and said, “Master, there’s not much left. Not much. You just need to pay another five million spiritual rocks and you’ll be free.”

Five million spiritual rocks was more than half of an ordinary alchemy grandmaster’s wealth.

Moreover, Li Siming had already gone bankrupt. If he had to pay five million spiritual rocks, he would have to mortgage his own pill furnace or other treasures.

However, it seemed that there was obviously a financier recruiting him.

The petty official turned to look at Han Muye.

He had seen this kind of scene many times when he worked in the alchemy mill.

The financier would help the alchemist pay the debt. The spiritual rocks were equivalent to a retainer.

Li Siming turned around and chuckled. “I accidentally owed a little too much. Don’t worry, with my alchemy cultivation, I will definitely repay these spiritual rocks in three years.”

The low-ranking official chimed in, “Of course. Who in the market doesn’t know Master Li’s alchemy skills?”

As he spoke, he spread out his hands and said, “I wonder where Master Li will be in the future?”

Li Siming looked at Han Muye.

He still did not know what Han Muye’s alchemy house was called.

Han Muye did not speak. He just raised his hand and took out a jade token.

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The clerk’s smiling face looked as if he had seen a ghost when he saw the jade token.

His face instantly turned pale, and his legs trembled.

“He, he, hea, head…”

Li Siming frowned and lowered his head to look at the three-legged cauldron on the jade token. It was surrounded by dense cloud patterns.

As soon as his gaze landed on the cauldron, he felt the world spin. It was as if he was wrapped in clouds and was about to be thrown out of the clouds.

“Alchemy Division, Head’s Order…” Li Siming slowly raised his head and looked at Han Muye who was very young.

Since when did the Alchemy Division have such a young leader? he wondered.

“Come and find me directly during the Alchemy Conference.”

Putting away the token, Han Muye strode away.

Li Siming did not come back to his senses until Han Muye left.

On the other hand, the low-ranking official turned around shakily and screamed, “Stop fighting!

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“No, I’m not selling anything from Master Li!”

The head of the Alchemy Division personally came to invite him. Master Li’s status had changed.

Not to mention the spiritual rocks he owed, even if it was 10 times more, it would not be a problem.

In any case, he owed the Alchemy Division spiritual rocks. Wouldn’t the debt be settled with a wave of the Head’s brush?

The servants quickly gathered all kinds of spiritual herbs and pills. The low-ranking official turned around and looked at Li Siming.

“Master, is there anything else you need?”

Li Siming slowly lowered his head and took a look.

“I want a lot of spiritual herbs.”

Upon hearing his words, the official’s face lit up. He patted his chest and said, “Don’t worry, Master. Make a list. I’ll gather them for you in two hours, no, an hour.”

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This was the mortal world.

In fact, be it in the mortal world or the cultivation world, currying favor with the powerful was roughly the same.

In Han Muye’s opinion, this was nothing despicable.

After all, the strong held absolute resources in their hands.

They could even control the life and death of the weak.

The strong had to bear the karma of the weak. The weak naturally did not realize that they were attached to the strong.

This was driven by the Great Dao and the will of the people.

Listening to the conversation behind him, Han Muye had an epiphany.

The noise around him made him feel even more at peace.

Wasn’t cultivating one’s heart in the mortal world to pursue a child’s heart in this chaotic world?

Ever since he opened a small shop in the Imperial City, Han Muye felt that mental cultivation was more and more important.

Take himself as an example. If not for the shackles of the mortal world, he would probably wholeheartedly refine the divine beast body floating in the void world.

However, in the end, he might lose his strength and have nowhere to rely on.

This was just like Xu Wei.

Thinking of Xu Wei, Han Muye was prepared to drink with him again before he left Heavenly Mystic for the frontline battlefield to cheat him of some authentic works.

After walking out of the market, Han Muye, who was about to go to Moon Viewing Town, stopped.

The cultivators in front were in a hurry and did not notice Han Muye.

But Han Muye knew two of them.

He moved and appeared in front of them.

The few people who were on their way were stunned. Spiritual qi surged in their bodies.

Han Muye ignored the others and only looked at the two people he had blocked. He said calmly, “Where’s Huang Yishang?”

Huang Yishang was the one who had asked Han Muye to refine the sword core.

He said that he would use the sword pills to exchange for the sword core, but he never appeared again.

Hearing Han Muye’s words, the two people’s expressions changed. One of them pointed at Han Muye and shouted, “It’s you!”

The other person also remembered Han Muye’s identity and hurriedly whispered, “Senior, Huang Yishang has already died. There’s no need to mention entrusting Senior to refine pills.”