The Profits of the Array Disk

Cheng Xu pretended to smile humbly and slowly opened the lid of the furnace. The rich fragrance of Foundation Establishment Pills instantly filled the air.

"Go… High-grade?"

"Three… All of them are high-grade!"

Hu Banxian's pupils constricted. He could hardly believe his eyes.

He originally thought that it was already ridiculous that this formula could refine a Foundation Establishment Pill. He did not expect that it could actually refine a high-grade Foundation Establishment Pill.

What was even more ridiculous was that this cauldron of medicinal pills was refined by Cheng Xu.

One had to know that even if he personally refined the Foundation Establishment Pill, he would usually only produce three or four high-grade Foundation Establishment Pills. Occasionally, if he was lucky, he might be able to produce a top-grade Foundation Establishment Pill.

"What do you think, Brother Hu? This disciple of mine is pretty good, right?"