With Nu Jiang leading the charge, plenty of others joined in. Not everyone needed Witch Pills, and not every tribe could afford to hire Zhu Youliang, but almost everyone despised the way he threw his weight around and bullied people. Zhu Youliang flew into a rage. "Fine, fine! I'm leaving right now!" Patriarch Penhu clung to him, holding him back.
Xu Yi laughed coldly. "Since when did people need a butcher to eat pork? With your third-rate alchemy skills, you still dare strut around everywhere. If I were you, I'd have found a slab of rice cake and bashed my own brains in long ago." As soon as his shout rang out, he swept out a flame that struck Zhu Youliang's furnace squarely.
"Anyone want a Witch Pill? Bring me the ingredients!" Xu Yi shouted, but no one answered. Zhu Youliang burst into laughter. "What a shameless fraud! Don't tell me you know how to make Witch Pills. You probably don't even know what the Way of Alchemy is, yet you still dare to boast. You want ingredients, is that it? I'll give you some."
As he spoke, Zhu Youliang swept out a hand and tossed over a full set of ingredients, along with a portion of Witch blood. Xu Yi held them aloft with his spiritual power and waved his hand repeatedly, sending the ingredients into the furnace one after another. He drew upon the Sui clan's Origin Fire, which was exceptionally pure and simply miraculous for refining pills.
As the ingredients poured into the furnace, a radiant glow suddenly rose from within. The pill's balanced, gentle medicinal power flowed smoothly, and everyone could see how effortlessly Xu Yi worked. Even the pill's appearance far surpassed Zhu Youliang's. "It's all for show. Let's see how long he can keep