Yang Zongyuan lowered his head and fell into a tangle of indecision.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm calculating how many Spirit Stones I have!"
"Uh, then how many Spirit Stones do you have?"
"It seems I only have less than fifty thousand Spirit Stones!" Yang Zongyuan said with a bitter face.
Yang Zhengshan could not help laughing heartily. "Don't you have a lot of pills? You can take them out and sell them!"
Yang Zongyuan was no pauper. On the contrary, among cultivators of the same realm, he should count as relatively wealthy.
After all, the salaries for positions in the Spirit Source Land were not low, and on top of that, Yang Zongyuan was an Alchemist. He was also paid for refining pills for the Spirit Source Land.
It was just that the pay was not very high, far less than what Alchemists in the outside world earned.
Fifty thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones naturally were not much to Yang Zhengshan, but to a cultivator at the Eighth Layer of Qi Refining, this already counted as a considerable fortune.
"Can I take them out and sell them?" Yang Zongyuan was somewhat tempted.
Yang Zhengshan said, "That depends on whether you have any extra pills!"
"I do. I've saved up quite a few Jade Marrow Pills!" Yang Zongyuan said.
Training an Alchemist cost a great deal, and the Spirit Source Land had also spent many resources training Yang Zongyuan.
As repayment, the pills Yang Zongyuan refined had to be sold to the Spirit Source Land at a very low price.
However, the Spirit Source Land's requirements for an Alchemist's pill success rate were not too high. As long as Yang Zongyuan's success rate was above the passing line, he could save up quite a few pills.
Therefore, he had many pills in his