Scheming
By the time one reached realms like Lu Xiaotian's—or Zhang Taixu's and Meng Delin's—any increase in Primordial Spirit or immortal essence was exceedingly precious. After refining the pill medicine spirit and becoming a third-grade Pill Saint, Lu Xiaotian felt that his divine sense seemed to have undergone a degree of purification. The increase in quantity was secondary; there seemed to be even more wondrous changes in quality. It had become more meticulous, as though his perspective and angle when viewing the myriad beings of heaven and earth had subtly changed.
Zhang Taixu and Meng Delin had been assigned rooms adjacent to Lu Xiaotian's. Qin Runan, Qin Gang, and the others had clearly realized that Lu Xiaotian was difficult to deal with, so they had not caused trouble over such minor details. While Lu Xiaotian immersed himself in the wondrous sensation brought by the improvement of his Primordial Spirit and immortal essence, Zhang Taixu was also examining the five Qingxuan Immortal Pills Lu Xiaotian had given him as though he had found a priceless treasure.
"Just as expected of the vice pavilion master of the Alchemy Pavilion in the Turtle Spirit Immortal Domain. You actually refined five different Qingxuan Immortal Pills so quickly. If we really brew this Qingxuan Immortal Wine, we'll be in for a feast." Zhang Taixu rubbed his hands together, repeatedly calculating the medicinal power contained in the pills and pondering how much immortal material would be needed to match them and prepare the immortal wine.
"They're only five low-grade Qingxuan Immortal Pills, yet you're grinning like you've won the world. You were once a Dragon-Seeking Envoy too. How can your horizons be so shallow?" Meng Delin said, his lion's-mane-like beard twitching upward.
"Only five low-grade Qingxuan Immortal Pills? You're like a toad yawning—what a huge mouth