The huge plaza at the summit of the mountain was completely silent.
The Chan Sect immortals who had the right to be here were not lacking in cultivation. Personal disciples of Saints such as the True Habitant of Tai Yi and the True Habitant of Yu Ding were already Demi-Saints, just as there was no lack of Grand Luo and Golden Immortals among the second and third generation disciples.
Those immortals had long lifespans, and apart from cultivation, they would dabble in pellet refinement, item refinement, arrays, talismans, and various other Daos. Even if they were not as strong as pellet refinists, item refinists, or array masters, they were not bad either.
And yet, Jiang He's actions today completely overturned their understanding of pellet refinement.
Medicinal pellets could be refined like that?
After all, the Body Honing Pellets were rank-seven immortal pellets … which one of the Chan Sect's master pellet refinists would not be careful in their refinement, afraid that they would make a mistake in a certain procedure that would lead to failure?
On the other hand, the master pellet refinists of the Chan Sect all had different looks on their faces.
Some were despondent, some doubting life itself, while others were sitting limply on the ground, wailing and thumping their chests.
"How could this be?"
"Refining the Body Tempering Pill requires more than a hundred kinds of supplementary herbs. These herbs all have different medicinal properties. It's impossible to perfectly fuse all the medicinal properties in a simple iron pot with clear spring water!"
Elder Potion Dust's eyes lost focus then.
He turned towards Dumbo, Trumbo, and the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers.
Right now, the cat, dog, seven brothers, and nine monkeys were working together more tacitly than ever.
They were now divided into six groups of three.
One of them scooped out the medicinal liquid and poured it into a mold.
The other used Frost True Qi to freeze and condense the pellets, and with a casual shake of the mold, dozens of rank-seven Body Honing Pellets of various shapes were formed.
The last one was in charge of collecting the pellets.
The entire process was completed in around thirty seconds.
Assuming that each mold could pour out thirty Body Honing Pellets at once, it meant that 180 pellets were formed in thirty seconds, or 360 in a minute.
Potion Dust stared blankly at Dumbo and the others, muttering, "No way. There's no way the Body Honing Pellets could be refined like that."
Suddenly, he dashed forward as if he had gone mad, snatching a popsicle-shaped Body Honing Pellet from Dumbo, who was collecting the pellets, and munching it down.
After standing where he was and feeling the medicinal effect for a few seconds, he snatched another Body Honing Pellet from Trumbo and wolfed it down.
Then, he stood still.
Seconds later, he suddenly burst into tears and bowed deeply at Jiang He, saying, "Forgive us for not being able to see through your godly technique, Mister. Your pellet refinement is truly unique, and it's really … really …"
At this point, Yao Chen suddenly stuttered.
Even with his hundreds of thousands of years of experience, he really couldn't think of a suitable adjective.
In short …
An iron wok was used to refine pills, and clear spring water was boiled …
How the hell did the different medicinal properties of more than a hundred different medicinal herbs used to refine the Body Forging Pill be perfectly fused? Medicine Chen, this Alchemy Grandmaster, could not figure it out even if he wracked his brain … And that pill was formed …
That's f * cking absurd!
One cat, one dog, nine monkeys, and seven kids actually managed to complete the steps that Yao Chen had to work so hard and take days to complete?
Jiang He became a little embarrassed at Yao Chen's teasing, and quickly went up to help Yao Chen up from his ninety-degree bow, saying humbly, "Please get up, Brother. You are my senior when it comes to pellet refinement. How could I deserve such a bow from you?"
Taking a deep breath, Yao Chen barely steadied his shaken Daoist heart and said, "There is no seniority in learning, and only the accomplished comes first. You are so accomplished in pellet refinement at such a young age, Mister Jiang He, and you are worthy of my bow."
At this moment, the quiet atmosphere in the square suddenly became noisy. All sorts of discussions rose and fell, and many immortals of the Chan School could not hide their shock. They felt that their understanding of the 'Dao of Alchemy' had been overturned, and they found it difficult to accept it for a moment.
Feeling a little awkward being watched and discussed by so many people, Jiang He promptly offered a fist-palm salute to the Chan Sect immortals around him and simply made up an excuse, saying, "I'm sorry, Brothers. I just had an epiphany in pellet refinement and need to seclude myself for enlightenment, so I'll take my leave first."
With that, he turned into a streak of immortal light and darted away, returning to the yard the True Habitant of Yu Ding had arranged for him.
Then, the three maids, Hu Mei, Boa Hancock, and Aoi, were released from the farm.
"Come, Hu Mei, give master a massage. Boa Hancock, give me a leg massage. Aoi, give me a cup of enlightenment tea." Jiang He leaned back on the rattan chair beneath the divine tree in the yard, crossed his legs, and lit himself a cigarette while humming a tune.
Modifying the Body Honing Pellets allowed him to find a way to earn Farm Points, and he was in a great mood right now.
Around half an hour later, Dumbo, Trumbo, the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers, and the nine Wise Rock Monkeys returned together, with Dumbo showing a pleased look and saying, "Master, all the medicinal fluids have been refined into pellets. There are a total of 180,000 pellets, and they are all in this Spatial Ring."
"A hundred and eighty thousand …"
Each Body Honing Pellet earned fifty thousand Farm Points after planting.
A hundred and eighty thousand …
That was nine billion Farm Points.
Still, Jiang He could not help grinning when he remembered that he had earned those nine billion Farm Points in just ten minutes. "Not bad, not bad. I heard that the grandmaster pellet refinists of the Chan Sect could make a hundred Body Honing Pellets in a single cauldron, while my cauldron made a hundred and eighty thousand pellets with a thousand portions of medicinal ingredients, which is equivalent to one hundred and eighty pellets per portion.
Meanwhile, outside the yard.
The True Habitant of Yu Ding, the True Habitant of Tai Yi, Wang Hou, Potion Dust, and a dozen other grandmaster pellet refinists of the Chan Sect had just arrived at the gates of the yard.
Though Jiang He's voice was not loud, the group of cultivators naturally heard him clearly.
"What?"
"One hundred and eighty pellets …"
"How could there be so many?"
Many surprised voices echoed at once.
Jiang He turned to look, and could not help frowning.
These people … he had already made up an excuse that he was going to seclude himself for enlightenment, and yet they still came to bother him?
It was only when he saw that there were only a dozen of them that he smiled and rose to his feet, saying, "Brother Tai Yi, Brother Yu Ding, why are you here?"
"Please enter … Sora, brew another pot of tea, please."
As they entered the yard, Jiang He took out a dozen chairs from his Void Storage with a wave of his hand, saying, "Brothers, please take a seat … Brother Yu Ding, I happen to have something to discuss with you …"
But before Jiang He could finish, the True Habitant of Yu Ding waved him off. His eyes were staring straight at Jiang He as if trying to see through him, and he asked seriously, "Did you really only cultivate for two years, Jiang He?"
"Yes. What about it?"
Jiang He nodded, a little taken aback.
Well …
That was not a secret, was it?
Tu Xing Sun of the Chan Sect had returned to Earth. Did he not know about Jiang He?
Even if they were already aware of that information, the Chan Sect immortals were still stunned at Jiang He's answer.
The corner of the True Habitant of Yu Ding's mouth twitched and he chuckled, "It seems that Brother Jiang He is indeed blessed with great fortune and providence. You must have obtained a Saint's legacy and cultivated in a zone where time is accelerated? Your pellet refinement is so mystical … could my martial uncle have left a legacy on the homeworld? "
The dozen Chan Sect pellet refinists led by Potion Dust all turned toward Jiang He with anticipation in their eyes.
The martial uncle that the True Habitant of Yu Ding spoke of …
He was the publicly acknowledged top pellet refinist across worlds.
At the same time, he was also the strongest expert in the camp of the Three Realms, an invincible saint. He had once fought against two saints by himself and fought the Divine Master and the Demon Master without falling into a disadvantageous position. His strength was so great that no one in the universe dared to fight him.
"Your martial uncle?"
Jiang He was left dumbstruck by the question and could not tell who 'martial uncle' the True Habitant of Yu Ding was talking about, and asked in return in surprise, "Who's your martial uncle? I don't know him … Moreover, I've never cultivated in a zone where time is accelerated, and it has been less than two years since I came into contact with immortal arts and cultivated … "
As he spoke, he sighed, "Sigh …"
"Back then, after I learned that there were cultivators in this world, I racked my brains and searched Baidu and Sogou to create a cultivation manual. It took me a lot of effort before I finally succeeded. I really envy disciples of Saints like you who have masters to guide you, while untitled cultivators like me …"
"It's too difficult!"
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