"No, you did nothing wrong. As long as we can save Senior Uncle Mingkong, what does one mere Ten-Thousand-Soul Weeping-Bone Pill matter?" Wuchen shook his head, and a hint of a smile even appeared on his face. "Perhaps this incident will be an even better test of Lu Xiaotian's alchemy. If he can refine even the Silver-Leaf Buddha-Heart Pill, then his skill would be exceptional even by Buddhist-sect standards. If we can find a way to recommend him to our sect, we may well have earned a great merit."
"Exactly. As expected, Senior Brother is far-sighted. Lu Xiaotian hasn't joined any faction yet. If we can recruit such a formidable Pill King for the Buddhist sect, that alone would be worth recording in the merit ledger." Wuxin and Wuyuan said, their faces full of admiration.
"Have the spirit materials delivered to him. Senior Uncle Mingkong is waiting to be saved." As Wuchen spoke, he sighed. "The Demon Race hasn't made a move like this in a thousand years. It seems a great battle is unavoidable. Yuanling City will probably be drawn into the conflict completely before long."
"That's right. Even Senior Uncle Mingkong nearly died at the hands of a Demon Race great power. We must prepare early." Wuyuan nodded.
"Silver-Leaf Buddha-Heart Pill." Lu Xiaotian examined the pill formula in his hand. The monks of Qinglian Temple worked with great efficiency; only a short while later, Lu Xiaotian had received the formula and four portions of spirit materials.
Qinglian Temple's speed also made Lu Xiaotian realize that the trouble they faced was surely greater than he had anticipated. He simply didn't want to know the specifics. Getting what he wanted was enough.
"I never expected Buddha-Parasol Silver Leaves to be usable in pill refining, let alone to have such a