"Although eight batches were ruined, each extraction preserved their medicinal potency."
"Fusing these nine beads of medicinal liquid actually made the pill purer than a normally refined Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill."
"Old Killer, your 'Endless Extraction' really is a divine skill!"
"Without you, no matter how proficient I became, I could never have refined this pill so quickly!"
Sha Wujin smiled faintly.
"There was also Little White Dragon's Nine-Dragon Furnace and that flame."
Zhu Bajie burst out laughing at that.
"Exactly! This Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill was a joint effort by the three of us."
Tang Sanzang stood nearby, watching the two of them, a flicker of approval in his eyes.
"You all did well."
"This Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill is enough to bring the true king back from the dead."
Sun Wukong rested the Golden-Hooped Staff on his shoulder and raised an eyebrow.
"Heh, Old Sun only tossed out a casual suggestion. I didn't expect you three to actually pull it off. You've got some pretty good luck."
[Even Monkey Brother is talking like a grandmaster now.]
[But their luck really is good.]
Grandmaster?
The Heavenly Venerates in the Three Pure Ones Hall exchanged glances.
This should have been an honorific for a master of his generation.
Yet when applied to their own disciple, it was clearly a name.
But Qingqing plainly did not care much, so he was presumably a minor figure.
Just as that thought crossed their minds, the Three Pure Ones suddenly came to their senses.
Minor figures must not be overlooked.
The Well Dragon King was an example.
They absolutely could not make the same mistake.
Elsewhere.
Zhu Bajie proudly raised the pill in his hand.
"Monkey Brother, this is an exclusive skill of mine and Old Killer's!"
"If you ever need more pills refined, just come to