"I can help you refine the toxins from the Demonic Cores, but I'll take half of the Demonic Cores as payment."
"Of course. Thank you, sir!"
Delight flashed across Ouyang Ming's face. He hurriedly bowed before agreeing. Today truly was his lucky day—he had actually encountered such a kind-hearted alchemist.
Normally, when an alchemist helped someone refine pills, they would generally take seventy percent of the pills as payment. For instance, if ten pills were refined, the alchemist could keep seven for himself.
But if the refinement failed, the alchemist bore no responsibility. It could only be said that the client had bad luck.
Refining the toxins from Demonic Cores, however, was quite easy. Anyone possessing Heavenly Fire could do it, and there was no such thing as failure.
Ouyang Ming had originally thought he would have to bleed heavily this time, but to his surprise, Mu Feiyang only wanted half of his Demonic Cores as payment.
Though half the Demonic Cores would be gone, the remaining half would still be enough for him to use for a long time. Once he had absorbed them all, perhaps he could form a Dao Flower and break through his current realm.
When Mu Feiyang saw Ouyang Ming's expression, he cursed himself inwardly. Ouyang Ming had agreed so readily; he must have asked for too little payment.
But the words had already left his mouth, and Mu Feiyang was too embarrassed to demand more from Ouyang Ming. He still had that much pride.
"Take out all your Demonic Cores!"
"Yes."
Without the slightest hesitation, Ouyang Ming took out every Demonic Core he possessed. Although alchemists charged exorbitantly for their services, every alchemist was known for keeping their word.
When Mu Feiyang saw the Demonic Cores Ouyang Ming had brought out, his eyes lit