Yang Taihe was an ancestor of the Yang family. He had brought ten million mid-grade saint stones with him, but he was not as rich as a junior who had lived for thousands of years.
Yang Taihe sighed. "Even if I die, I can't let anything happen to Wu 'er."
A top-tier alchemist was too important to the Yang family.
Moreover, Yang Wu was such a monstrous genius with a bright future ahead of him. If he were to become a divine apothecary, it would be the Xing Clan's turn to worry about their safety.
Yang Wu asked Yang Taihe what kind of pills to prepare for the family. He then wrote a list of herbs for the Miaomiao to purchase.
Yang Taihe gave a simple explanation of the situation and asked Yang Wu to analyze what kind of pills the family needed.
The two of them talked for a while. What the Yang family lacked was Saints at the Starmark Realm and a group of Dragon Transformation Realm elites. First, they needed pills to increase their strength. Second, they needed more healing pills. The Yang family had suffered a lot of casualties in the Battle Realm, so they needed to replenish their strength. Third, they needed to prepare some life-saving pills.
Yang Wu did not say anything. He wrote a long list of herbs and handed the saint stones to the Miaomiao to purchase them for him.
The Miaomiao was happy to run errands. He took Yang Wu's token and quickly went to the Herb Hall to purchase the herbs.
Yang Wu needed a lot of herbs. It would take some time for him to gather all of them. Yang Wu used this time to say goodbye to Elder Zui.
When Old Zui heard that Yang Wu was leaving, he couldn't help but sigh, "I originally wanted to push you to my senior brother, but I don't know where he ran off to. I can only wait until the next time you come, I hope you can meet him. Your Alchemy Dao is very similar to his, you two will definitely get along well."
"Yes, I hope there will be a chance like this next time." Yang Wu replied. He then asked, "Elder Zui, the Apothecary Alliance has branches in various realms. Can we set up one in the Yang family? That way, I won't have to go back and forth to contribute to the Alliance. I can contribute to the Alliance even when I'm in the Yang family's territory."
The Apothecary Alliance had branches in every realm. There was one in the Battle Realm as well, but it was in the Xuanyuan family's territory, not the Yang family's.
Old Man Zui instantly understood what Yang Wu was planning. He couldn't help but laugh and say, "Kid, your brain is really fast. You actually have the idea of a branch altar. Unfortunately, I can't help you with this matter."
The establishment of a branch of the Alchemist Union meant that there would be a large number of alchemists gathering there, which would increase the income of that place. Moreover, there would be a large number of pills circulating there, which would increase the prosperity of that place.
"What? Is my status not enough for the main altar to set up a branch altar?" Yang Wu asked.
"The Alliance has its own rules. Every branch has its own rules. Basically, it will be set up in a place where there are a lot of alchemists, or a place where alchemists can travel to and fro. There will be specialized elders to follow up on these matters. It's not something that can be decided by one or two people. It has to be discussed and decided by the elders. You've just joined the Alliance, and you want the Alliance to set up a branch for you? . "Elder Zui analyzed. After a pause, he added," It's not impossible for you to set up a branch in the Yang family's territory. "
"What is it?" Yang Wu asked.
"When you reach ten thousand Saint Contribution Points, you can set up a branch," Elder Zui said seriously.
"Ten thousand Saint Contribution Points!" Yang Wu exclaimed.
Ordinary Saint Pills were worth one Saint Contribution Point. This meant that he had to refine ten thousand ordinary Saint Pills for the Alliance in order to set up a branch. This was a hefty price to pay.
Not every Saint Apothecary had the same success rate as Yang Wu, and the number of Saint Pills they could refine was incomparable. It would take a long time to accumulate ten thousand Saint Pills.
After all, Saint Pills were not ordinary pills. They required a large amount of herbs and Demon Cores. It was not easy for one person to refine them.
With Yang Wu's alchemy speed, if he desperately refined Saint Pills for a few years, it would not be a problem for him to refine ten thousand Saint Pills. However, Saint Contribution Points were not inferior to Saint Stones. They could be exchanged for many Saint Artifacts or even a promotion. Not everyone was willing to use Saint Contribution Points to set up a branch, not to mention the large amount of herbs.
At the Saint Apothecary level, there were many ways to help a force grow. There was no need to set up a branch.
"That's not easy," Yang Wu said with a wry smile.
"Of course. Otherwise, if everyone set up a branch in their own territory, how would the Alliance continue to operate? We might as well just let the forces split the alchemists."
"Then is there a faster way to earn Saint Contribution Points?"
"It's not that easy to cheat. But, kid, you might be able to cheat. "
"What do you mean?"
"Didn't you make a bet with Ji Fei to cure the Dark Corpse Poison and Dark Corpse Curse? The Saint Contribution Points for that mission are not small, right? "
"It's alright. Five hundred Saint Contribution Points is dozens of times more than other Saint Level missions, but it's still far from ten thousand."
"Five hundred Saint Contribution Points is not low. If you can really cure the Dark Corpse Poison and Dark Corpse Curse and contribute the pill recipes, ten thousand Saint Contribution Points will not be far away. "
"You want me to contribute the pill recipes?"
"Think about it yourself."
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Yang Wu left Old Zui's place, thinking about his conversation with him. It was not that he could not contribute the pill recipes, but how many Saint Contribution Points his pill recipes were worth was still up for discussion.
Old Man Zui had said that a normal Saint Tier pill recipe was worth a thousand Saint Contribution Points, and one could receive a cut of the profits from the recipe. Whoever provided the recipe would be rewarded handsomely, and the Alliance was very strict about this.
High-grade Saint Level pill recipes were worth two to three thousand Saint Contribution Points, while top-grade ones were worth five thousand Saint Contribution Points.
If Yang Wu contributed two top-grade pills, he could get ten thousand Saint Contribution Points. This was the fastest way to reach his goal.
Forget it. I can't be too hasty. Let's set a direction first. It would be best if it could be realized, but if it can't, I can't force it, Yang Wu thought to himself.
As he integrated into the family, he wanted the family to become more powerful. Mainly, he wanted to give his family a safe and powerful home. That way, he would have less to worry about.
The establishment of the branch was very important to the future development of the Yang Clan, but it was not necessary. Let nature take its course.
As for his bet with Cao Jifei, he was not in a hurry to resolve it. He still had a month.
Two days later, the Saint Stones Yang Wu gave to Miaomiao were almost all spent. He bought a large amount of herbs and Demonic Cores, enough for him to squander for a while.
"Little Ancestor, let's go." Yang Wu called out to Yang Taihe and left the Apothecary Union's headquarters.
Miaomiao also left with him. He did not know if he had asked Miao Miaoqi for permission, but he was determined to follow Yang Wu.
Yang Wu did not care. Miao Miaoqi must have sent people to keep an eye on Miaomiao. If Miao Miaoqi did not want Miaomiao to leave, Yang Wu would not be able to take him away.
Yang Wu, Yang Taihe, Miaomiao, Qing Feng, and the Silver-Patterned Tortoise set off together.
Wang Daha, Little Brother Huang, Hai Guiren, Li Changle, and Bao Meili were all left behind by Yang Wu.
These people were not bad helpers, but Yang Wu did not have time to take them. If they wanted to stay, he did not mind helping them in the future. If they could not wait, they could find other masters.
Cao Jifei was the first to know that Yang Wu had left. She stomped her feet and scolded, "That liar."
She had been waiting for Yang Wu to trade missions, but she did not hear any news. Instead, she heard that he had left. She was sure that Yang Wu had lied to her. She was furious.
After a while, she felt empty inside.
These days, she had been thinking about Yang Wu. She had also figured out Yang Wu's background. She was more and more curious about him. Unknowingly, a shadow had appeared in her heart. Yang Wu's sudden departure was like that shadow leaving her. She was very upset.
"Don't let me see you again. Otherwise, I will teach you a lesson." Cao Jifei thought to herself.
Yao Wushuang was also the first to know that Yang Wu had left. He did not need to say anything more. Someone had already spread the news about Yang Wu.
"Yang Wu, goodbye." Yao Wushuang sneered in his heart.
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Yang Wu was in the top 100 on the bounty list. Many assassins had their eyes on him. Who asked him to be the weakest?
The Yang family was about to fall out of the first-rate faction. Many Saints would not take them seriously.
Many assassins who wanted to get the reward had already gathered in Ding City. They had figured out all the possible routes that Yang Wu would take. They were prepared to kill him.
Within the Tripod City, no one dared to kill Yang Wu. The Immortal Realm Old Demons of the Apothecary Alliance weren't just there for show. They were constantly monitoring everything here. Anyone who dared to kill the Holy Elder of the Alliance would die.
Yang Taihe was not a fledgling. He had been on the bounty list before. He understood Yang Wu's situation very well. Therefore, he took Yang Wu and left through the Ding City's spatial gate. He also chose a city that was not the only way back to the Yang family. Instead, he chose a direction that was unexpected to the assassins.
This was the only way to avoid being killed.
As soon as Yang Taihe and Yang Wu left, many experts rushed to the spatial gate and chased after them.
When Yang Taihe and Yang Wu moved to another place, Yang Taihe said in a low voice, "Move immediately. We can't let the guys behind us catch up. Otherwise, we will be in big trouble."
Yang Taihe released a powerful force and enveloped Yang Wu, Miaomiao, and the Silver-Patterned Turtle as he moved towards another spatial gate. As long as they reached there and handed over the Xuan Spirit Stones, they would be able to leave easily.
For Yang Taihe, this short distance could be covered in the blink of an eye. However, things were different now. If he stopped for even a moment, he might fall into a state of eternal damnation.
"Yang Taihe, Yang Wu, you won't be able to escape. Stay here forever." A maniacal laughter rang out, and a shocking palm print blasted towards them.
This was a golden palm print. It was like a golden roc spreading its wings. It swept across a thousand miles. Its power was shocking.
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