More than fifty old men from the Celestial Mystery Pavilion had successively fulfilled two of Chen Yule's requests, but when it came to the Grand Yi Golden Pill, they fell into a fierce dispute.
After a bout of clamoring, an old man frowned and said to Chen Yule, "Little brat from the Chen Family, do you know how complicated it is to refine the Grand Yi Golden Pill? Among the alchemists present, only a few of us have been lucky enough to refine one or two in the past."
"There are tens of thousands of spirit medicines needed to refine the Grand Yi Golden Pill. Unless a peak faction steps forward to gather them, other factions would find it nearly impossible to collect them all, let alone refine the pill!"
Chen Yule said, "I know this is difficult for all of you seniors, but every one of you is an alchemist, and a grandmaster among alchemists at that. Could it be that none of you seniors has ever thought of refining the Grand Yi Golden Pill?"
"I think there isn't a single alchemist under heaven who doesn't want to refine the Grand Yi Golden Pill."
"So, more or less, all of you seniors should have some of the spirit medicines needed to refine the Grand Yi Golden Pill in your Storage Bags. If you seniors are willing to part with them, this junior will be endlessly grateful!"
As soon as Chen Yule said this, all the old men present immediately grew displeased and glared at him.
"Little brat, are you planning to take advantage of our misfortune?"
"I'm furious! Furious!"
"How dare a junior from the Chen Family be so rude!"
Quite a few alchemists pointed at Chen Yule and shouted.
Chen Yule merely smiled with complete indifference and said,