"Although my success rate isn't that high yet, if you and others pool your Spirit Herbs together for me to refine pills, wouldn't that lower the risk as well?"
After the two left the Pill Room, Zhang Qing hesitated the whole way. Jointly funding pill refinement could indeed reduce the risk, but it had problems too, didn't it?
Zhang Qing looked eagerly at Lin Chang'an. "Junior Brother, give your senior brother an honest answer. How confident are you?"
Besides earning Spirit Stones, Lin Chang'an's main purpose was to gain hands-on experience through this. At least, that was what outsiders saw as the primary reason.
Seeing Zhang Qing's eager gaze, Lin Chang'an gave an awkward smile and lowered his voice. "Senior Brother, out of those final four batches of Spirit Herbs, I succeeded in two furnaces. I've already started to get the feel for it."
As he spoke, Lin Chang'an held up three fingers. "If we don't pursue pill quality, one furnace should succeed out of three."
Zhang Qing's face turned green at those words. He stared wide-eyed in astonishment. "Junior Brother, didn't you just say that out of four batches of Spirit Herbs, you opened four furnaces and succeeded in two?"
He could still do that math. Yet Lin Chang'an shook his head repeatedly. "Senior Brother, I meant when I have a seventy to eighty percent certainty. Sometimes, when that feeling comes, nothing can stop it. But when I'm off my game, believe it or not, even if I open ten furnaces in a row, every single one will fail!"
"Pah, pah!" Zhang Qing spat twice to the side. "Junior Brother, that's unlucky talk. Don't say such things."
At this moment, Zhang Qing was just short of worshipping Lin Chang'an as an ancestor. Lin Chang'an merely smiled and shook his