This pill-forming rate could not be called unrivaled even among Grandmaster Alchemists, but it was at least surpassed by very few. Even among the famous alchemy workshops ranked in the top seven of Yuanling City, only a handful could match Lu Xiaotian in the success rate of certain pills, and some even exceeded it. But for so many pills to maintain such a startling success rate was simply earth-shaking.
Good wine needed no bush. The many Nascent Soul Cultivators whose standing in Yuanling City had never been particularly high had finally encountered a Grandmaster Alchemist like this, and naturally came swarming in. Duming also hired several people, putting on the air of a steward as they signed contracts, collected spiritual items, and returned pills. Others were assigned to collect Spirit Stones. Duming was only responsible for management on ordinary days, occasionally handling some other mundane affairs for Lu Xiaotian.
This barren place had eventually become crowded with visitors. As the flow of people increased, some cultivators simply set up stalls outside the alchemy workshop, selling spiritual items and even excess pills in their possession. After all, if they sent over several batches of spirit herbs, there would certainly be pills left over after refining. Selling the excess pills could also recoup some Spirit Stones.
As time passed, this quiet place actually evolved into a small market. Looking at the Nascent Soul Cultivators coming and going before him, Duming could not help sighing with emotion. Before meeting Lu Xiaotian, he had been a Demon Race slave whose life hung by a thread. And before falling into the hands of the Demon Race, he had been no different from these Nascent Soul Cultivators coming and going. Now, as the workshop's steward, he had become someone these people fawned over. If they happened