"Was what Venerable Bai said true? Three opportunities every year to refine Pills, with no limit on grade?"
Tang Zhen looked at Bai Ge, his face still full of disbelief.
"Of course it is true, but this is a wager."
"If you win this wager, then from now on, I will naturally refine Pills for you three times a year as agreed, with no limit on grade. But if you lose, the Heavenly Flame Three-Stage Transformation must be returned!"
Bai Ge said with a faint smile.
Hearing Bai Ge's words, Tang Zhen could not help falling into deep thought.
Three opportunities each year to refine Pills without restrictions on grade—if it were an ordinary low-level alchemist, Fuyan Valley naturally would not think much of it.
But Bai Ge was certainly at least an Eighth-Rank Alchemist and possessed Heavenly Flames. Both his success rate in refining Pills and the potency of his finished products were much higher than those of other alchemists at the same level.
In the Central Continent, Sixth- and Seventh-Rank Alchemists could already be considered Alchemy Grandmasters and were greatly revered wherever they went.
However, although alchemists of this grade held lofty status, they were not important enough for a top-tier force like Fuyan Valley to curry favor with. Respect was enough.
But alchemists above the eighth rank could already be called Alchemy Grandmasters capable of founding their own sects.
The Eighth-grade Pills they refined were immensely useful even to Dou Zuns.
An Eighth-Rank Alchemist was the sort of existence that even a top-tier force like Fuyan Valley had to court. Every opportunity for one to refine a Pill would draw countless factions scrambling after it.
However, generally speaking, an alchemist could not achieve a hundred percent success rate when refining Pills of their own rank.
Only when