It was beyond Chen Lin's expectations.
He had thought refining the False Pill would be difficult, but it went remarkably smoothly. With the aid of forbidden power, he refined the pills in just the time it took a stick of incense to burn.
The pills produced no strange omens, either.
They were just like ordinary pills, and the batch yielded three.
Chen Lin looked at the round pills in the Pill Cauldron, doubt showing in his eyes.
Generally, the higher a pill's grade, the fewer a batch would yield. Top-grade pills came out one per batch.
Getting three at once made them seem less impressive.
Still, he said nothing more.
He collected the pills, placed them in a Pill Bottle, and handed it to the visibly excited Zhu Jing.
"The pills are finished, so that fulfills one of our agreements. Next, I'll help you obtain an Exquisite Treasure Chest. If we succeed, this Pill Cauldron of yours will belong to me."
"One more thing."
Chen Lin's tone turned solemn.
"Obtaining an Exquisite Treasure Chest depends on opportunity and fate. I can only do my utmost to help you and give you a chance to claim one. But if you lack the affinity and cannot obtain it, that's your problem. You can't blame me."
"Of course."
Zhu Jing readily agreed.
Then he put away both the Pill Cauldron and the Pill Bottle.
After a moment's thought,
he took the Pill Bottle out again, poured out a pill, and placed it in Chen Lin's hand.
"I originally hoped for only one. Since you refined three, Fellow Daoist Chen, let me give you one. After all, this wasn't down to my qi luck alone."
"Oh?"
Chen Lin looked slightly surprised.
Then he nodded. "In that case, I won't refuse your kindness."
He stood