Seven Pills in a Row, Strolling the Night Market

In the quiet chamber, seven Heaven Mending Pills lay in the jade box before Wei Suo, who sat on a Silver Thread Grass cushion. They gave off an alluring sheen and medicinal fragrance.

For two consecutive nights, Wei Suo had refined Heaven Mending Pills under the Green Robe Old Man's guidance.

Out of fifteen Green Armored Beetle demon cores, eight had been ruined in the refining process. In the end, only seven Heaven Mending Pills had been produced, a success rate of less than half.

Yet even this success rate had only been possible with the Green Robe Old Man guiding him throughout the entire process. It was practically the Green Robe Old Man borrowing Wei Suo's hands to refine pills for him. Wei Suo now only roughly knew which steps to take under which circumstances. If he had refined pills alone, it would already have been quite good if fifteen Green Armored Beetle demon cores could yield one Heaven Mending Pill.

"No wonder those pills cost an arm and a leg, and every sect protects its alchemists and artifact refiners like crazy. This isn't pill refining at all—it's practically burning Spirit Stones."

The thought that he had burned through nearly five hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones over two nights made Wei Suo's heart ache terribly.

After paying eighty Low-grade Spirit Stones for a month's fee, Wei Suo only had a little over four hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones left. At his current normal cultivation speed, he would use up three hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones in a month. The remaining stones would be nowhere near enough to buy any Green Armored Beetle demon cores.

"Damn it, forget it. I'll test the effects of these Heaven Mending Pills first, then figure out a way to earn more Spirit Stones."

At his current talisman-refining