Battle Imminent

Within a certain cave dwelling on the Heavenly Sword Sect's mountain of cave dwellings was where Ye Tian refined pills.

At this moment, Ye Tian's face was pale. Though he appeared extremely weak from having consumed an enormous amount of spiritual energy, he remained full of spirit. Before him, all ten pill furnaces had been opened, and over a thousand pills glowing with spiritual light floated in midair, densely packed like a swarm of insects.

Unfortunately, only Zhu Qian at Ye Tian's side had the fortune to witness such a spectacle.

This time, Ye Tian had opened all ten pill furnaces at once. It could only be called madness. Before the pills were completed, even Zhu Qian, his assistant who had immense faith in him, had felt uncertain. In Zhu Qian's view, it would already have been an excellent outcome if Ye Tian merely succeeded. Yet unexpectedly, not only had this pill refinement been a tremendous success, but the number of pills produced had reached a horrifying thousand-plus.

Never mind the quality of these completed Spirit Calming Pills—even if they were all the cheapest low-grade Spirit Calming Pills, a quantity exceeding a thousand would have been enough to make up for the difference in value.

However, when Zhu Qian began helping Ye Tian place all the Spirit Calming Pills into the storage bag prepared beforehand, he suddenly froze again. Then he sharply turned his head and looked towards Ye Tian.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, this, this, this..." He could not even speak properly.

"What is it?" Ye Tian had just completed the pill refinement and was at his weakest, so he had not inspected the Spirit Calming Pills he had produced. Seeing Zhu Qian's expression, he could not help feeling puzzled.

"These are not Spirit Calming Pills. No, that's not right—they