As Zheng Jingshan's thoughts churned, he suddenly caught a strange smell.
He froze for a moment, then saw Pei Ling also go stiff and awkward for an instant. Only then did Pei Ling withdraw the hand with which he had been forming the alchemy seals and straighten up. His expression embarrassed, he explained, "I've been rushing around, and my spiritual energy ran low, so..."
"It's fine." Zheng Jingshan glanced at the charred remains at the bottom of the furnace, not the least bit bothered.
After all, that batch of High-grade Bone Quenching Pills had already fully showcased Pei Ling's talent for alchemy.
It was utterly astonishing!
What did it matter if he ruined a batch of pills now?
He pondered for a moment, then said, "All right. I've seen your talent for alchemy, and it truly is exceptional."
Pei Ling was delighted. He was about to discuss sales channels, profits, and how to split the proceeds, when Zheng Jingshan said, "Here's what you'll do. Go back now and focus on your cultivation from this moment on. Try to reach Qi Refining Layer 5 as soon as you can. When you do, I'll send a fortune your way!"
A fortune?
Before entering the sect, Pei Ling might have been very interested. But now, with a fine of over seventy thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones hanging over his head like a sword, how could he spare a thought for anything else?
After all, the sect's laws were merciless. What kind of fortune could possibly help? Unless it made him ascend on the spot or rendered him invincible beneath the heavens, if he couldn't pay the Spirit Stones in three months, the sect would dismantle him and sell him to cover the debt!
Thinking of this, Pei Ling was about to come up with