Spirit Suppression

Qin Jinglan looked at Chen Fei's expression and could not help covering her mouth as she laughed. She had known Chen Fei would look like this after seeing the task list.

After all, although tasks to refine Spirit Snow Pills had appeared from time to time before, there had been at most five batches each time. Then several days would pass before more refining tasks appeared.

Tasks requiring dozens of batches at once had almost never appeared in the past. At least, Qin Jinglan had never seen such a thing since becoming an Alliance steward.

"I'll take this one."

Chen Fei pointed at a task for seven batches of pills and smiled. Only one task of the same refining type could be accepted, and each task came with a completion deadline.

So many refining tasks had appeared this time without being piled into one place, clearly so that more alchemists could accept them.

On the task list, not only had the refining tasks for Spirit Snow Pills surged, but the number of tasks for all other pills capable of increasing Aperture Refining Realm cultivation had also greatly increased.

After giving it some thought, Chen Fei understood why this had happened. The Immortal Cloud Sword Sect was growing anxious.

Tong Zhongqiu had only twenty or thirty years left to live. Even by the most optimistic estimate of over thirty years, the time was still far too tight for the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect.

If not for the Divine Flame Sect watching like a tiger eyeing its prey from outside, the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect could have proceeded step by step with the foundation it had amassed over so many years. After all, none of the surrounding sects could put up a fight, so there would have been no need for excessive