Since he could use the special cultivation art, the "Pill Dao Treasure Codex," as an excuse, Qin Shaofeng naturally would not let the opportunity slip by.
So this time, out of the medicinal ingredients for 200,000 batches of Spirit Condensation Pills, he planned to withhold half of them—100,000 batches—for himself.
Uh, not right, how could that be considered secretly withholding them?
At Qin Shaofeng's residence, he stared at the Storage Ring before him with gleaming eyes and said, "I merely suffered quite a few failures while trying my best to refine Perfect-grade Spirit Condensation Pills, which ultimately caused excessive consumption of medicinal ingredients!"
"Mm, and I destroyed all Spirit Condensation Pills below Good-grade!"
There!
Qin Shaofeng had already come up with the excuse!
There was absolutely no need to hesitate!
However, this time, Qin Shaofeng planned to refine one thousand Spirit Condensation Pills per batch.
Because refining three to five hundred at a time was too slow!
And even at one thousand pills per batch, 100,000 portions of medicinal ingredients would still require one hundred batches!
Each batch took one hour, so one hundred batches meant one hundred hours.
That was already a very long time, all right!
Mm, spending nine days refining 100,000 Spirit Condensation Pills truly felt like a long time to Qin Shaofeng.
If others learned of this, they would probably want to beat him to death.
Finally, on the ninth day, Qin Shaofeng turned all 100,000 portions of medicinal ingredients into Spirit Condensation Pills.
Mm, neither more nor less—exactly 100,000 Spirit Condensation Pills!
What failures?
Failure was impossible. Failure would never be possible in this lifetime!
That was how confident Qin Shaofeng was in pill refinement!
And not only had there been no failures, at least all 100,000 Spirit Condensation Pills were Good-grade.
As for the