"So few?"
After the pills had formed, Chen Changan glanced at the pills in his hand. There were only five Myriad Tribulation Pills.
Their quality was excellent—all of them were perfect-grade—but the quantity was indeed a little low.
"Few?"
"That's not few!"
"Really, that's not few at all!"
"My Vice Sect Master, do you even know what you've just made?"
"Aren't they just Myriad Tribulation Pills?"
"No! You've forged the backbone of our Profound Sword Sect!"
"Supreme-grade Myriad Tribulation Pills! These are supreme-grade Myriad Tribulation Pills!"
"Do you know that even the alchemists of the Jade Pill Sect can't make supreme-grade Myriad Tribulation Pills every time?"
"I heard that the Jade Pill Sect's Sect Master can make at most three supreme-grade Myriad Tribulation Pills in a single batch."
"You casually made five of them! You're incredible!"
"Come on, let me take a good look!"
Long Jianxiong carefully cradled the five supreme-grade Myriad Tribulation Pills in his palms, inspecting them closely and intently.
Li Jianyi and the others crowded around too, examining them with equal care.
The others didn't dare approach, but they all craned their necks, straining to get a look.
"Big Brother, these people really haven't seen the world, have they?"
"Is one pill really worth all this fuss?"
"I thought he was holding his father's memorial tablet."
"If this guy knew you could refine weapons too, he'd go crazy," Da Huang said disdainfully from the side.
"Refine weapons?"
Da Huang had spoken without thinking, but his words struck a chord. Long Jianxiong and the others immediately turned their attention to him.
"Vice Sect Master, you can refine weapons too?" Long Jianxiong and the others asked, eyes wide with anticipation as they looked at Chen Changan.
"Uh..."
"I know a little, I know a little!"
"Oh!"
"Oh my goodness!"