There were sects within sects, and all kinds of strange things abounded. The Danzhu Buddhist Sect had countless disciples, and it was impossible for every one of them to be an enlightened monk without the slightest selfishness. Where there were people, there was society. Where there was society, there was conflict. The Danzhu Buddhist Sect was no exception.
Luck could not fill one's belly. The spiritual materials Wu Yuan had privately provided had been ruined by Lu Xiaotian during the refinement, and no pill had been produced. Even counting this failed batch, Lu Xiaotian's success rate for refining this kind of spirit pill had reached forty percent. There was nothing to feel vexed about.
"Although this Silver-Leaf Buddhaheart Pill has astonishing healing abilities, it is meant for Buddhist Sect cultivators who practice the corresponding techniques. It doesn't have nearly as great an effect on ordinary people." Lu Xiaotian muttered for a while. Though its value to Buddhist Sect cultivators far surpassed that of the top-grade Huiyuan Pill, the opposite was true for Lu Xiaotian.
A few days later, Lu Xiaotian took out one of the pills and exchanged it with Wu Yuan. Wu Yuan gave Lu Xiaotian several portions of spiritual materials and a pill formula in return.
This kind of trade between the two continued for more than fifty years. One day, Wu Yuan came to Lu Xiaotian's residence again, only to find that Lu Xiaotian was no longer there.
"Miss Hongyue, may I ask where Pill King Lu has gone?" Wu Yuan's heart gave a jolt. In all these fifty-odd years, Lu Xiaotian had never once left without saying goodbye. Their cooperation had also been exceptionally pleasant. Through the monks under his command, Wu Yuan collected all kinds of spiritual materials. After handing over the required portion to