A faint curve lifted at the corner of Su Ming's mouth.
Cheap, and effective.
That made things easy.
"If we mass-produce them, what scale can we reach?"
Su Ming asked again.
"The Alchemy Hall currently has twenty full-fledged alchemists and seventy apprentices."
"If we go all out, we can produce around thirty thousand pills a month."
After calculating for a moment, Immortal Emperor Lingyue answered.
Thirty thousand pills.
The Alliance currently had roughly fifty thousand soldiers.
In about two months, they could rotate through the entire army once.
"Not enough."
Su Ming shook his head.
"We need to expand production."
"Recruit more alchemists and add more pill furnaces."
"The target is one hundred thousand pills per month."
"We must ensure that every frontline soldier keeps three pills on hand at all times."
His tone was calm, yet his resolve brooked no question.
War was ultimately a battle of logistics.
Only with an ample supply of pills would soldiers dare to fight and charge.
"One hundred thousand?"
Immortal Emperor Lingyue was stunned for a moment.
That scale was a little too large.
But she quickly nodded.
"Alright!"
"I'll go back and expand the Alchemy Hall's staff immediately."
"We'll build ten new pill furnaces and produce at full capacity."
Su Ming nodded slightly.
"Mm."
"Get this done quickly."
"Resources will be prioritized for you."
"Also, aside from Exorcism Pills."
"Study whether you can refine pills that quickly restore one's origin and treat injuries caused by Turbid Qi."
"The stronger the effects, the better."
On the battlefield, healing pills were a second life.
The better their effects, the higher the soldiers' chances of survival.
"Understood!"
Immortal Emperor Lingyue answered solemnly.
Then she turned and withdrew.
Thus, the improvement of alchemy began in full swing.
The Alchemy Hall began recruiting on a massive scale.