Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

“Brother Zheng Shan is a peak Alchemy Grandmaster. He’s one step away from entering the Grandmaster Realm.

“Today, he refined a seventh-grade Golden Jade Flowing Flame Pill. It’s a pill suitable for fire-type cultivators.

“The Central Continent’s alchemy is indeed much stronger than our Western Frontier. Look at Brother Zheng Shan’s fire control technique. It’s an extremely rare balance.”

The Mu family’s patriarch seemed to be afraid that Han Muye and Mu Wan would not understand, so he hurriedly explained in a low voice.

Some of the surrounding alchemists revealed looks of joy. Some revealed slight arrogance, while others revealed impatience.

Han Muye smiled and nodded.

Mu Wan did not speak either.

Ever since Mu Wan came to the Imperial City, she would consult Baili Xinglin every other day. Her alchemy cultivation had improved a lot.

She also had that jade token. She could directly go to the Alchemy Division’s library to read the books and records and check out the insights recorded by her predecessors.

In the past year, her foundation in alchemy was already worlds apart from before.

Looking at the pill cultivation technique in front of her, she felt that it was very ordinary.

“Young people have to be humble and think about it. There’s a lot of knowledge in alchemy.”

A white-bearded elder standing at the side said.

“This is Fellow Daoist Liu Zihong. He’s also an old friend of Peony and I. We’re currently staying in his alchemy house,” the Mu family’s patriarch said in a low voice.

Han Muye and Mu Wan nodded.

The alchemist named Liu Zihong frowned slightly but did not say anything else.

A moment later, Zheng Shan, who was sitting in front, began to collect the pills.

His pill retrieval technique was mixed with some pill transformation techniques, but it was a pity that he was not proficient enough. In the end, the pill did not turn into clouds, but became half limp.

However, Zheng Shan’s face was filled with joy. He held the pill in his hand and said happily, “The pill has softened this time. Looks like I’m not far from turning the pill into clouds.”

Hearing his words, the surrounding alchemists revealed envious expressions.

“Brother Zheng Shan, you’re ahead of us.”

“Hey, Brother Zheng Shan, your pill really looks like a pill.”

“Senior Zheng Shan’s alchemy talent is really extraordinary.”

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Amidst the compliments, Zheng Shan walked forward with a smile.

“These are your juniors, Fellow Daoist Mu?”

Zheng Shan looked at Han Muye and Mu Wan and chuckled.

Seeing the Mu family’s patriarch nod, Zheng Shan placed the pill in his hand into a jade bottle and handed it over.

“Since you’re Brother Mu’s juniors, I’ll be arrogant and call myself an elder.

“Take this gift.”

A welcome gift.

It was a grade-seven pill that he had just refined.

This grade-seven pill, which already had the resonance of a pill, was estimated to cost 100,000 spiritual rocks.

Currently, most people in the Imperial City favored the new method of pill refinement. Regardless of the medicinal effects, the price had to be doubled first.

All the alchemists present revealed envious expressions that he was giving away such a precious pill.

Only an expert like Zheng Shan, who had a profound alchemy cultivation and was only one step away from becoming a Grandmaster, would have the right to give gifts like this, right?

Looking at the pills sent forward, the Mu family’s patriarch grinned and said, “Brother Zheng Shan, isn’t this too expensive?”

Hearing his words, Zheng Shan shook his head and said, “Brother Mu, it’s not easy for you to come from the Western Frontier. This medicinal pill might be precious in the Western Frontier, but it’s nothing in the Central Continent.”

Mu Wan turned to look at Han Muye, feeling a little embarrassed to take the pill.

Liu Zihong, who was standing at the side, said, “Take it. Observe this pill more. It’s beneficial to your alchemy cultivation.”

Mu Wan hesitated for a moment and reached out to take the pill.

“By the way, I heard from Brother Mu that you came to the Imperial City a year in advance to open a small shop. I wonder where the shop is. What’s its name?” Liu Zihong casually turned to look at Han Muye.

Do alchemists from the Southern Wasteland have the right to open a pill shop?

With their meager wealth, how can they afford to rent a shop in an alchemy mill?

The surrounding people looked curious.

Could it be that he was helping someone and pretending to have opened a shop?

“In Moon Viewing Town,” Han Muye said softly.

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