Ten days passed. Wang Daoyuan made over a hundred Talismans. On Wang Shouhong's side, all one hundred batches of materials had been refined, yielding more than four hundred and fifty pills. The pill formation rate was still below fifty percent.
For one batch of alchemy materials, the theoretical maximum was ten finished pills. Of course, it was difficult to reach that level, so the pill formation rate was calculated as the ratio of finished pills to the maximum possible number of pills.
One hundred batches of materials could theoretically yield one thousand pills. Only by producing five hundred pills could one reach a fifty percent pill formation rate.
Wang Shouhong personally came to his door. He had finished refining one hundred batches of materials in ten days, without even time to eat or sleep, much less wash up. Coupled with the smoke and flames of alchemy, he had practically become unrecognizable.
One hundred batches of materials had still failed to meet the goal, so naturally, he was in low spirits. With a sorrowful face, he handed eighty percent of the pills to Wang Daoyuan and turned to leave.
Taking the pills, Wang Daoyuan asked, "Why are you so dejected, Seventh Uncle?"
"Alas! Twelfth Uncle has passed away, and the Lineage no longer has a Second-Tier Alchemist. I am the one closest to becoming a Second-Tier Alchemist in the clan, yet I used one hundred batches of your materials and still failed to reach the level needed to make the breakthrough. Shameful!"
Wang Daoyuan took out a storage bag and said with a light smile, "Seventh Uncle, there is no need to be like this. I still have another hundred batches of materials. Just continue refining pills.
Though your nephew knows nothing of alchemy, alchemy and talisman-making share common ground. If