Chapter 17: The Alchemy Pursuit

After speaking, Wutian departed directly.

Hao Dahua squinted, watching Wutian's departing figure. He had encountered numerous young disciples, but never before had he encountered someone as enigmatic as Wutian. Wutian was inscrutable, both in his cultivation and temperament.

When Wutian calmly emerged unscathed from the Disciplinary Hall, the disciples waiting outside were all astonished. They had anticipated severe consequences for Wutian's provocation of Elder He, but to their surprise, he walked out unharmed, while Elder He Jiang emerged in a fit of anger.

Subsequently, the Disciplinary Hall announced the resolution of the matter, and other disciples of Qitian Sect became aware of it.

"Wutian offended Elder He, yet he received no punishment, just a month of cleaning duty at the back mountain. Damn, isn't that equivalent to no punishment at all?" Some disciples discussed.

"What's even more perplexing is that Elder He's senior disciple, Wang Xiaoshi, was expelled from Qitian Sect! Elder He also had one month's stipend deducted!"

"Wutian, this useless fellow, somehow escaped punishment. But I think this matter won't be easily resolved. Offending Elder He, Wutian is sure to face difficulties in the future!"

Qitian Sect disciples buzzed with discussions about Wutian, but he returned to his humble thatched hut calmly. As he approached, he sensed a fluctuation of true energy inside.

"Xiao Jin, has someone infiltrated our home?" Wutian asked the little golden beast at the door.

"Roar!" Xiao Jin shook his head and let out a growl in response.

Puzzled, Wutian entered the hut. Upon pushing the door open, he saw Xiaohui, hands emitting a faint true energy, working on something. Wutian widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Xiaohui, can you cultivate true energy now?" Wutian asked, astonished.

Xiaohui innocently nodded, "Yes, following the breath cultivation method you gave me, I cultivated true energy in just half an hour. The method you provided is truly amazing. I immediately cultivated true energy and then used 'Sacred Healing Art' to treat the injuries on my face."

Wutian struggled to describe his feelings. Despite being a transmigrator himself, the memories in his mind told him that it usually took a considerable amount of time for ordinary people to cultivate true energy, ranging from months to a year. Even with assistance from rare herbs or elders, it still took ten days to half a month. Xiaohui, on the other hand, cultivated true energy in half an hour, a feat unimaginable even for a genius.

"This... the cultivation method is just a basic one. Your ability to cultivate true energy relies on your comprehension and aptitude. Keep working hard, and you'll undoubtedly become formidable in the future," Wutian said, scratching his head, uncertain of how to explain. Xiaohui probably didn't realize how incredible she was.

"Thank you, Young Master! Xiaohui will continue to work hard." Xiaohui smiled happily.

As they spoke, Xiaohui brought her hands close to her cheeks, a faint blue light shimmering in her palms.

Seeing the swelling on Xiaohui's face, Wutian felt a pang of distress. "Xiaohui, your cheeks are still a bit swollen. I'll go buy some healing pills for you. Wait here."

"Young Master, I'm fine now. Look at my face, it's much better."

"It's better, but your true energy is still weak. Don't waste it too much. I'll go buy some medicine for you."

Saying this, Wutian left Xiao Jin behind and went to buy medicine on the street.

Arriving at a large drugstore, Wutian directly called out to the shop assistant, "How much for a high-quality healing pill?"

"2000 silver taels per pill." The assistant cheerfully replied.

"2000 taels for one pill?" Wutian's eyes widened.

Wutian had used up most of his silver taels exchanging for cultivation techniques for Xiaohui. After spending two months killing demonic beasts in the Misty Forest, he only had around a few hundred silver taels left. A healing pill costing 2000 taels was a real headache for him.

"Assistant, can it be cheaper? How about 500 taels?" Wutian asked.

The assistant's smile disappeared instantly. Glancing at Wutian's attire, he disdainfully said, "500 taels? Do you think you're dealing with a beggar? Even 2000 taels for a high-quality healing pill is considered cheap. If you can't afford it, don't buy it. Move along, don't disturb my other customers."

Wutian glared at the assistant. He was about to argue when suddenly, he remembered he had alchemy skills. Why bother buying pills when he could make them himself?

"Assistant, what's the formula for the high-quality healing pill?" Wutian asked.

The assistant sneered, pointing to a paper on the wall. "The formula for common healing pills is widely known. It's written on that paper. But why bother? You planning to make them yourself?"

Ignoring the assistant, Wutian looked at the formula for the healing pill on the wall.

Fire-Dispelling Ginseng, two liang; Wall-Grass, three liang; Blue Aloe Vera, four liang...

Wutian silently memorized the formula, then turned to the assistant. "How much for these herbs, the ones listed for the healing pill?"

"Are you asking about the herbs listed on the formula for the healing pill? Well, they're cheaper, but what's the point? You can't eat these herbs directly; they could be deadly. Planning to make the pills yourself?" The assistant mocked.

"Ha! Just wait. Tomorrow, I'll use the pills I refine to smack you in the face!" Wutian coldly pointed at the assistant.

"Cut the crap! You think you can refine pills? Haha! What a joke! Everyone knows cultivating is simple, but alchemy is difficult. You, at such a young age, thinking of refining pills, it's pure wishful thinking!" The assistant burst into laughter, joined by surrounding customers who didn't believe Wutian could succeed.

Indeed, alchemy in the Divine Dragon Continent was a highly skilled profession. Making pills not only required herbs but also the right proportions, mastery of heat control, and extensive experience. Otherwise, any slight mistake could ruin the entire effort. Hence, accomplished alchemists were usually older individuals.

"Laugh all you want. What's so funny? Just wait. Tomorrow, I'll use the pills I refine to shut all of you up!" Wutian said coldly, picked up the bag of herbs, and left.