Lin Feng's meaning was already clear: as long as Shu Heng could afford the price.
There would naturally be no problem with refining the pill.
As for Shu Heng, upon hearing this condition, his expression immediately changed slightly.
After all, one hundred thousand drops of Mid-grade Spirit Liquid was an enormous sum.
If he encountered a finished Mid-grade Spirit Pill on the market, that amount should have been enough to buy it.
But now, if he also had to bear the cost of the medicinal ingredients for the refinement.
Then the price would be several tenths higher than simply purchasing a Mid-grade Spirit Pill normally!
But considering that he did not know any Alchemist of this level, after hesitating for a while, he ultimately asked again, "Fellow Daoist Xiao Yan, may I ask what ingredients the pill you mentioned requires? Could you tell me?"
"After all, although I have accumulated some savings over the years, I still need to see whether I can afford it, lest we both end up embarrassed later."
As he spoke, he rubbed his hands together, looking somewhat nervous.
After all, he knew that if he missed this opportunity.
It would likely be extremely difficult to find another Mid-grade Spirit Pill Alchemist willing to refine pills for him!
But faced with such an enormous expense, he had no choice but to be cautious.
After all, this concerned his entire fortune.
"These are the ingredients the pill requires. Fellow Daoist Shu Heng, take a look for yourself."
Faced with the other man's question, Lin Feng did not waste words. With a flick of his finger, he shot out a sheet of yellow paper.
After all, when he had previously refined that Ninth-grade Treasure Pill to recover his strength, he had already modified its pill formula.
Thus, he