The conditions offered by the Small Pill House to recruit alchemists were very generous, so within a month, there were eight or nine alchemists who came to apply.
However, the Small Pill Pavilion didn't need that many alchemists, so Chu Mu personally tested them. In the end, only one person was left.
Chu Mu's goal was very clear. Currently, the Small Pill Pavilion only needed alchemists with a solid foundation. Their main goal was to refine grade one to grade three pills.
Now, the division of labor was clear. Chu Mu was responsible for refining grade seven to grade nine pills. As for grade four to grade six pills, Chu Mu would refine some on the side. As for Qin Yang, he would mainly try to refine grade six pills. Once he succeeded, he would be responsible for refining grade four to grade six pills.
As for the newly recruited alchemist, he wasn't young. He was already in his fifties and had been practicing alchemy for over twenty years. He could only refine grade one to grade three pills and a grade four pill. Chu Mu knew that this person wouldn't have any great achievements in alchemy, but his foundation was very solid.
After a few days of Chu Mu's guidance and comprehension, the new alchemist refined grade one, grade two, and grade three pills with a 50% chance of being Excellent grade, grade four pills with a 30% chance of being Excellent grade, and grade three pills with a 30% chance of being Ordinary grade, which was enough.
However, this wasn't enough. Chu Mu felt that he needed to recruit another alchemist and a few apprentice alchemists.
He knew that once the time was up, he would have to leave. He couldn't help the Small Pill Pavilion all the time, so before he left, he wanted to make sure that the Small Pill Pavilion could operate normally without him.
His goal was very big. First, Qin Yang had to become an alchemy grandmaster and be able to refine grade seven, grade eight, and grade nine pills. As for grade ten pills, that wasn't a consideration. According to Qin Yang's current progress, he might be able to refine grade seven pills before he left, but the success rate wasn't guaranteed.
Therefore, Chu Mu planned to refine a large number of Grade Seven, Grade Eight, and Grade Nine pills to fill the Small Pill House's inventory and ensure a long supply. Qin Yang could use this time to improve his alchemy skills and successfully refine Grade Seven, Grade Eight, and Grade Nine pills before Chu Mu's pills ran out.
As for whether it would work or not, that was not within Chu Mu's consideration.
Time flew by. Half a year had passed, but there was no movement from Bloodpiercer Tower. They also didn't take revenge on Chu Mu. Speaking of which, they could be considered a very reputable assassin organization.
After half a year, the Small Pill House had completely dominated the pill market in Desolate City. Besides Chu Mu, Qin Yang, and the fifty-something year old Alchemist, the Small Pill House had four more people. One of them was an Alchemist, while the other three were Alchemy Apprentices.
Chu Mu would occasionally give pointers to these people. After all, they would be working for the Small Pill House in the future. Their improvement in alchemy skills would be beneficial to the Small Pill House.
Nalan Fenghua had feelings for Chu Mu, but Chu Mu pretended not to know. Nalan Fenghua also didn't point it out. Chu Mu felt that this was very good.
Perhaps in another half a year, it would be time for him to leave.
The fourth floor of the Small Pill House was Chu Mu's residence. Tonight, Chu Mu had finished cultivating and was sitting by the window, looking at the bright moon outside. There was a red wine gourd on the table.
He missed his companions from the Sky Edge Sword Palace, and his desire to go back was growing stronger.
"Who is it?" Suddenly, Chu Mu's eyes became sharp.
There was no response. Everything was silent. It was as if Chu Mu was hallucinating. But he knew it wasn't a hallucination. Someone really had come to the Small Pill House, and he had caught a trace of their aura.
An expert, an absolute expert.
Chu Mu was on high alert and prepared to attack.
"I have no ill intentions." A fleeting voice rang out, making it impossible to determine where it came from. Then, Chu Mu felt a cold wind blow past him. There seemed to be a ghostly figure flickering in front of him. Then, another person appeared on the other side of the table.
It was as if this person had been here for a long time.
Inside the room, the light of the Bright Light Bead illuminated every corner. But where the figure was, it seemed to be shrouded in a layer of darkness. The light couldn't pass through, and it made the darkness even more obvious.
Darkness, gloominess, chilliness, all sorts of strange auras converged on the black figure's body. Although they were restrained, Chu Mu was still able to clearly capture them.
Chu Mu's eyes let out a bright light, but one could only see a very blurry outline of his facial features. It seemed both real and fake. Only his eyes were dark and deep, containing an endless amount of coldness, causing people to tremble in fear.
Chu Mu's expression didn't change, but he was incomparably vigilant. He could tell at a glance that this person was at the Spirit Condensation Realm, but he didn't know what level he was at. He could only be sure that he wasn't his opponent.
However, if this person wanted to kill him, it wouldn't be so easy. He would summon Bawang as soon as he had the chance. If they joined forces, they might be able to save their lives.
"You are very strong. No wonder you could kill Gold One." Before Chu Mu could say anything, this person spoke first. His voice was gloomy and fleeting, as if it came from hell.
Chu Mu's pupils shrank. He understood that this person was from the Bloodpiercing Tower.
"I have no ill intentions, and I won't break the rules of the Bloodpiercing Tower. I just came here out of curiosity to see what kind of person could kill Gold One." The person said, "Also, are you interested in joining the Bloodpiercing Tower?"
"No." Chu Mu replied very straightforwardly.
"That's a pity," the person said. He immediately grabbed the wine gourd on the table, opened it, and sniffed it. "It's been a long time. Give it to me."
"Alright." Chu Mu nodded. He still had quite a bit of Ten Thousand Beast Blood in his spatial ring. He didn't lack this gourd.
"In the future, the Bloodpiercing Tower won't be responsible for assassinating you," said the person. Chu Mu only felt his vision blur. A ghostly figure flickered and a cold wind blew past. The person disappeared along with the wine gourd on the table.
Chu Mu let out a breath of relief. To be honest, he didn't want to be enemies with such an enemy.
The Bloodpiercing Tower's people were skilled in assassination. Their methods were strange and they weren't easy to provoke. Their opponent was at least at the Spirit Condensation Realm. If he hadn't been afflicted with the Godseal Blood Curse, Chu Mu wouldn't have been afraid. But in his current situation, he wasn't a match for a Spirit Condensation Realm swordsman.
It was better to have more trouble than trouble.
The Little Pill Pavilion rapidly developed. There were even swordsmen from nearby cities coming here to buy the Little Pill Pavilion's perfect quality pills.
It could be said that the Little Pill Pavilion's reputation had spread. The quality of their pills was high and they weren't expensive. It was very cost-effective.
In the remaining half year, Chu Mu reduced his cultivation time and squeezed out more time for alchemy. He would also occasionally give pointers to Qin Yang. Qin Yang could already freely refine grade-six pills with a 30% success rate. As for grade-seven pills, he didn't have any clues. Chu Mu's request for Qin Yang was that he had to refine grade-seven pills in the remaining half year. Even if the success rate wasn't high, it was fine.
In order to give Qin Yang more energy to refine pills, Chu Mu specially refined some pills for Qin Yang to use to increase his cultivation. Originally, Qin Yang was only at the Sword Qi realm, but now he was at the peak of the Qi Transformation realm. The increase in his cultivation allowed him to refine pills for longer periods of time.
The other alchemists and apprentice alchemists were also fortunate enough to receive a few pointers from Chu Mu. They were all very happy.
Nalan Fenghua's woman's intuition told her that something was about to happen, and it had something to do with Chu Mu. This made her very flustered.
Xiao Huan and the others were bystanders. They could see Nalan Fenghua's state and Chu Mu's state. However, Chu Mu was an alchemy grandmaster and a super expert who could kill Gold One. He was a high and mighty figure, so they didn't dare to say anything. If they angered Chu Mu, they definitely wouldn't have a good ending.
Therefore, they could only hope that Chu Mu would understand Nalan Fenghua's feelings and accept her.
Another half a year passed. Chu Mu did not cultivate much, but his cultivation had still reached the peak of the Qi Transformation realm, Dacheng, and was close to the peak. The purity of his sword qi was even more astonishing. It was comparable to a Ninth Revolution realm swordsman, and made countless swordsmen feel ashamed.
The most important thing was the [Blood Curse]. Chu Mu discovered that when refining pills of a higher level, the more mental power he used, the more obvious the increase in the activity of his mental power. Therefore, when he attacked the [Blood Curse], the effect was even better.
Chu Mu estimated that, according to his current progress and the degree of improvement of his mental power, he estimated that in another year or so, the [Blood Curse] on his sword will would disappear. At that time, he would be able to use his sword will.
An eighth revolution sword will, in a place like Heaven Wasteland Domain, was absolutely a terrifying existence. It was enough to sweep away everything.
However, that was not enough for him to return. The hope of returning still rested on the Heaven Wasteland Palace. The hundred year election should be coming soon.
"Master, I have successfully refined a seventh grade pill." Qin Yang said happily to Chu Mu. He was unusually excited. His hard work day and night had finally paid off. Although the number of pills was only one, it was a good start.
"Very good, continue to work hard." Chu Mu said, taking out a thin book. "This is some experience in refining pills, comprehend it well."
The next day, someone delivered a letter to Chu Mu. After Chu Mu opened it, he saw that it was sent by the elder of the Alchemist Alliance, Chen Qigu. The content of the letter was not much. It said that the hundred year election of the Heaven Wasteland Palace would be in a month, and the closest place to the Desolate City was the Giant City of Wasteland. At the same time, it also said that if Chu Mu failed, he could consider going to the Alchemist Alliance to find him.
Putting away the letter, Chu Mu found Nalan Fenghua and said, "I have to go."
"Where are you going? When will you come back? "Nalan Fenghua's voice trembled.
"Going back, I may not have the chance to come back." Chu Mu's voice was a little low. "You don't have to send me off. Manage the Little Pill House well, and control your own destiny."
As he said this, Chu Mu gave Nalan Fenghua a jade tablet. Inside, there was a defensive seal and a counterattack seal. It could be used three times, and could block the full power attack of a sixth revolution swordsman. After three times, it had to be replenished.
He turned and left in large strides, not taking anything with him. But Nalan Fenghua knew that her heart had been taken away. Looking at Chu Mu's departing figure, tears blurred her eyes. Parting came so suddenly.
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