"Haha, didn't we just strike it rich?" Xiao Yan laughed loudly after hearing Yao Chen's words.
With Yao Chen by his side, Xiao Yan had encountered all sorts of people over the past few years. There had been more than one Dou Huang and Dou Zong among them, yet not a single one had been a Seventh-grade Alchemist. Even Gu He had only been regarded by Yao Chen as a possible Seventh-grade Alchemist. Yet now, they had obtained two peak Seventh-grade pills and their corresponding formulas. Such a haul would have sent even a Seventh-grade Alchemist into raptures, let alone a third-grade alchemist like him.
"Although I can't determine exactly what kind of pill this is, I can still tell its general effect. It's a pill that burns away one's lifespan in exchange for power. It isn't a righteous kind of pill," Yao Chen sighed regretfully.
In his view, pills ought to assist and heal people, making them better—not be things that damaged one's lifespan in exchange for power.
"It's fine. Even if we don't use them, selling them would fetch at least ten million gold coins, given that they're peak Seventh-grade pills." Xiao Yan still looked delighted, though his eyes flickered faintly.
After suffering repeated defeats—especially when Yao Lao had gone to fight the Soul Hall, while he could only worry from afar and watch, unable to help at all—Xiao Yan had felt unbearably stifled. He had had enough of this helplessness, of being unable to change anything and only being able to wait for everything to end. Therefore, if Yao Lao judged that the pill's side effects were not too severe, he intended to take it.
Yao Chen did not notice the change in Xiao Yan's expression. He placed the pill back into the jade bottle, formed several