As large numbers of skilled cultivators left,
Eagle Sorrow Cliff instantly became much quieter.
The flow of people in the market at the foot of the mountain grew increasingly sparse.
Yet the price of Exotic Beast Meat unexpectedly dropped quite a bit.
"The people who eat meat all ran off to Six Linked Mountains to risk their lives. If I don't lower prices, I can't sell any at all." Butcher Zhang looked dejected.
"If they didn't go risk their lives, where would they get the White Jade to buy your meat? Be content." Chen Mu said cheerfully.
"If I'd known, I would've closed up shop and gone to Six Linked Mountains." Butcher Zhang regretted it out of habit.
"Then go." Chen Mu gave him a sidelong glance.
"Forget it. One more of me wouldn't make a difference, and one less wouldn't matter either. I won't go make trouble for them." Butcher Zhang looked utterly composed.
Heh...
Chen Mu glanced at him. "You're right."
One day, a month later.
The weather was clear, with not a cloud in the sky.
Inside the underground chamber, Chen Mu sat cross-legged on the soft couch, holding the three-legged, two-eared Primordial Fusion Cauldron in both hands, his eyes shut tight.
He carefully activated the Wind Fire Nexus Incantation, and the pill furnace immediately began to emit a rhythmic hum.
Before this, he had refined two hundred and seventeen batches of Foundation Cultivation Pills. Without exception, every single one had failed at this final step.
Chen Mu dared not let his guard down. A thin sheen of sweat even formed on his forehead.
After quite a while.
Bang!
A dull sound rang out.
Chen Mu's heart sank.
It's over!
Just as he was about to withdraw his spiritual power, he suddenly realized that the Five