2817: Gratifying results

Gratifying results

It was a pity that although Ling Chuxi had bought some refined gold and Mithril, their grades were not high. It was still enough to help Mixiu refine an alchemy furnace, but it was still not enough to improve the quality of her own alchemy furnace.1

After thinking about it, Ling Chuxi thought of the Meru space. In comparison, whether it was the chaotic Qi in the Meru space or the spiritual Qi released by the Fusang Divine Tree, they were both so pure that there was not the slightest bit of impurity. Only in such an environment could she make up for the shortcomings of her alchemy furnace.

The cold heart Spirit Flame danced joyfully, and bursts of pill fragrance quietly wafted out of the furnace.

Outside the door, the group of spirit alchemists had been waiting for a long time. Even Pavilion master Meng frowned. What was going on?

"Deacon Mei, do you think that Ling Chuxi has wasted all the spiritual herbs and is hiding inside, too embarrassed to come out?" Qiu zhenwen said with a sinister smile.

"Aiya, I wouldn't have thought of it if you didn't mention it. Lord Pavilion master, our pillheart Pavilion has put in a lot of effort and spent a lot of money and manpower for these spiritual herbs. What would we do if all of them were to fail?" Deacon Mei smacked his head and pretended to be anxious.

Because Pavilion master Meng had been paying more attention to Xia Yimin recently, Deacon Mei was very dissatisfied. She was also a little resentful towards Pavilion master Meng, so she didn't speak in a polite manner. Instead, she sounded like she was interrogating him.

Yu qiubai and the others looked at each other. Although Qiu zhenwen and Deacon Mei's words weren't pleasant to hear, there was still a possibility of that happening. How could a special grade Saint Nirvana pill be so easy to make? not to mention a hundred portions of spiritual herbs, even a thousand or ten thousand portions might not be able to make one pill.

"Deacon Mei, this doesn't seem to be something you should be worried about." How could Pavilion master Meng not see through his little trick? he said coldly.

"Lord Pavilion master, I'm actually worried for our pillheart Pavilion. You should know the pavilion's situation over the past few years. It can be said that we can't make ends meet. We're only left with that little bit of wealth. If we continue to be defeated like this, I'm afraid the other elders will be dissatisfied." Said Deacon Mei with a fake smile.

"I wonder who the old man is, Deacon Mei. I should be considered an old man in the pavilion, but I don't have any dissatisfaction. I wonder who else will be dissatisfied?" Shopkeeper Qian couldn't stand Deacon Mei's enigmatic expression and spoke in a muffled voice.

"Of course shopkeeper Qian wouldn't have any dissatisfaction. Who doesn't know that shopkeeper Qian has served the Meng family for many years? However, it's hard to say for the other old people. " Deacon Mei said sarcastically. She was obviously mocking Pavilion master Meng for appointing people based on nepotism.

Yu qiubai saw that they were bickering and didn't want to interrupt. After all, this was someone else's family matter. However, they couldn't help but sigh inwardly when they thought about how pillheart Pavilion was still fighting among themselves despite being suppressed by the Chamber of Commerce to this extent.

"Deacon Mei, you've really worried about a lot of things. You've even helped the pavilion master worry about things. But this time, I'm afraid you're worrying for nothing." The door opened with a creak and Ling Chuxi walked out slowly. There was a trace of fatigue on her face, but her eyes were in high spirits.

"Alchemist Ling," Seeing the spirit in Ling Chuxi's eyes, Pavilion head Meng's heart relaxed and he quickly walked up to her.

"Pavilion head Meng, here are 5 special grade Saint Nirvana pills, 7 high grade, 11 high grade, and 20 to 30 high grade and below. I'm sorry, I've wasted the rest of the spiritual herbs." Ling Chuxi said casually as she took out a large pile of Jade bottles.

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