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Every drop of blood in their bodies was extraordinarily precious. From Yao Buping, Ye Xiwen learned that these were all Alchemist Masters capable of refining graded medicinal pills. So although their cultivation did not seem particularly remarkable—all of them merely being in the Saint Realm—their status outside was scarcely inferior to that of Great Saints.

Their combined weight was practically equivalent to more than a hundred Great Saints gathered in one place. At that thought, Ye Xiwen could not help drawing in a cold breath. He had expected this gathering to attract quite a few masters accomplished in alchemy, but he had not imagined it would draw so many Grandmaster Alchemists.

Though these people's cultivation was beneath Ye Xiwen's notice, the immense forces they represented behind them were enough to make even him wary. In their usual pill refinement, they must have benefited countless martial artists. With a casual shout, they might summon numerous experts to lend them a hand. Such people were the hardest to provoke; no one wished to cross them.

More than a hundred people might not have seemed like many, but their tangled, deeply rooted connections, like the intertwining roots of an ancient tree, were enough to make any force beneath the stars change color in alarm.

These people usually enjoyed status no lower than that of Great Saints in the outside world. Very few matters could draw them here; only a medicinal pill capable of helping one break through to the Great Saint Realm could bring them together under one roof.

For a force, such a pill and its formula were exceedingly rare and tremendously important. But for these people themselves, was it any different?

Many among them were Saint Realm Paragons, even Half-step Great Saints. What lay before them was likewise the matter of