"This brat must be crazy …" Other than the people from the Pill Refinement Hall scolding me, Wang Shixiong did not forget to ridicule me.
"Sigh, little brat, I have to remind you that brains are a good thing. I hope you have one too!"
"Alright, alright. Do as you wish."
I shrugged and stood to the side. Initially, Pavilion Master Sui did not believe in my pill refinement skills and asked me to produce some pills for him to see. I thought that I could help the people from the Pill Refinement Hall and prove myself at the same time. It was killing two birds with one stone.
However, they did not give me the chance. Sigh, Pavilion Master Sui is really strange. When I reached the entrance, he did not follow me in. If he had instructed these people, I would definitely not have received such treatment. I wonder what he was busy with, why did he leave in such a hurry?
Based on the current situation, even if I told them that it was Pavilion Master Sui who asked me to refine pills, no one would believe me. What a pain in the ass.
At this moment, two more figures walked in from the east side door.
"Senior Uncle Feng, Senior Brother Huang." These people hurriedly greeted them.
This old man with the surname Feng was one of the three great hall masters of the Pill Refinement Hall. He was also a true level two apothecary and had an extraordinary status in the Pill Refinement Hall. The so-called Senior Brother Huang was actually Apothecary Huang, whom I had met once before!
"What are you arguing about?" Hall Master Feng frowned and said with slight displeasure.
Following which, the people from the Pill Refinement Hall explained the reason. Even though it was vague, Hall Master Feng understood it immediately.
He could not help but laugh. "Shixiong, how about this? I have ten level two Spirit Concentration Pills with me. Together with the ones they already have, we are only short of a few. I will refine them for you now. If we are lucky, we might be able to gather fifty pills today. If we are unlucky, we might have to wait until tomorrow or the day after."
Even a level two apothecary could not guarantee a high success rate. For example, if it was a level one pill, Hall Master Feng could guarantee a success rate of eighty to ninety percent. However, if it was a level two pill, he could only guarantee a twenty to thirty percent success rate. Putting aside the ingredients, every pill refinement, regardless of success or failure, would consume the physical energy of the person refining the pill. This consumption rate would increase exponentially.
In other words, a truly qualified apothecary should know how to act according to his capabilities and balance his personal and official duties.
Pavilion Master Feng had to admit that he was humble. He didn't dare to guarantee that he would be able to concoct a few Tier 2 Spirit Concentration Pills today.
"Ah, Martial Uncle Feng, since you've said so, of course I have no objections. It's just that I'm a bit embarrassed to trouble Martial Uncle." Wang Shixiong smiled awkwardly.
"It's fine. It was the negligence of these juniors that affected the production rate of the medicinal pills. As the Hall Master of the Pill Refinement Hall, I should take responsibility."
Pavilion Master Feng waved his hands casually. After which, he walked over to the shelf where the materials were placed. After a moment of contemplation, he began gathering the materials.
Even though Pavilion Master Feng didn't say anything, the eyes of the disciples from the Apothecary Hall widened in shock.
In fact, among them, most of them were entry-level Alchemists. There were even a few Alchemy Boys and only a few Tier 1 Alchemists.
Many people at the bottom of the pugilistic world did not understand the difference between alchemists and apothecaries. They thought that becoming an alchemist would make one very impressive. In reality, apothecaries were dragons and phoenixes among men in the field of alchemy.
This was also the reason why Huang Yaoshi was so smug. He did have the qualifications.
Not long after, Pavilion Master Feng started to get busy. Actually, his alchemy techniques were quite adept. However, it was precisely because of his rich experience that he gave off a rigid feeling. In the art of alchemy, there were times when following the rules was a taboo.
Around ten minutes later, it was the crucial moment. Pavilion Master Feng's energy surged, and he entered a state of complete concentration.
"Ah." I sighed and couldn't help but shake my head.
Originally, sighing wasn't a big deal. However, the surroundings were completely silent, and the sound was a little ear-piercing. All of them were martial artists, so they naturally heard it clearly.
"Eh?"
Huang Yaoshi's gaze also landed on me. He was clearly surprised. Earlier, the alchemy furnace had blocked his line of sight. Moreover, he wasn't paying attention, so he didn't notice my presence.
"Brat, why are you here?!" Huang Liang asked in astonishment.
"Shut up!" Before I could say anything, Pavilion Master Feng shouted.
"Yes, Master," Huang Liang replied respectfully. However, he glared at me fiercely.
Not long later, the pills were fresh out of the furnace.
Pavilion Master Feng waved his hand, and the pill box slowly flew over. A fragrance permeated the air.
Looking closely, the pill box was glowing with a faint green light. There were no other colors.
"I failed …" Even though he had achieved a hundred percent success rate, these ten pills were all Level 1. He didn't meet the standard!
"Damn it, don't make any noise when I'm refining the pills. Originally, there were at least two or three Level 2 pills in this batch," Pavilion Master Feng said in annoyance. Huang Liang was frightened, and he shrunk his head.
He wanted to question me, but Pavilion Master Feng quickly moved on to the second attempt. Huang Liang had no choice but to slow down.
After his previous failure, Pavilion Master Feng had become much more cautious. Whether it was during the process of collecting ingredients or refining, he was extremely serious.
Not long later, another cauldron of Spirit Concentration Pills appeared. This time, it was still glowing with a faint green light. Everyone had a strange expression on their faces. In the field of alchemy, there was a simple way to determine a pill's quality. A green light represented a Level 1 pill, a white light represented a Level 2 pill, and a Level 3 pill was said to be glowing with a golden light.
On the second attempt, there were only eight Spirit Concentration Pills. In terms of success rate, it wasn't even as good as the first attempt. Pavilion Master Feng was originally very nervous. He wanted to show off his skills in front of the younger generation, but his plans couldn't keep up with the changes …
He was complaining in his heart. Even if the success rate was twenty to thirty percent, he shouldn't be this unlucky. His luck was too bad!