As far as Xu Yi knew, the Co-learning Society didn't have a pill furnace. This one had most likely been rented. The blue-faced man who had appeared among them was, without a doubt, its owner.
At market rates, renting a pill furnace for one day cost at least two Origin Pills.
Adding up all the expenses, this round of alchemy had cost nearly ninety Origin Pills.
Now they had obtained 323 pills. It seemed like an outsized reward, but the result embodied both the value of their skill and enormous risk.
The rate of return was, in truth, not very high.
Of course, Xu Yi had refined talismans before, so he knew that the rate of return couldn't be judged this way.
Ultimately, their skills were still lacking. If they had been more proficient and reduced the failure rate, then this rate of return wouldn't have been low.
No wonder all the cultivators here were scrambling to learn Pill Arts.
"Everyone, don't rush. Let's take care of business first. Meng Fu, quickly tell us what you learned from refining the pills. Right now."
Once the atmosphere had settled a little, Zhao Gan spoke up. He hadn't let the prospect of profit cloud his judgment; he knew what was most urgent.
This time, successfully refining Origin Pills was nothing short of a major breakthrough for the trial disciples.
The lessons from their success were invaluable. Of course they had to strike while the iron was hot.
As he spoke, Zhao Gan divided all the Origin Pills among three bottles. He didn't put them away himself, but tossed them to Chen Gong.
Chen Gong didn't refuse and put them directly into his storage bracelet. No one present raised an objection.
Meng Fu took out a waterskin and drained it in one go.