After giving Dan Xuansheng a one-sided dressing-down for the time it took an incense stick to burn, the Pill Tower Ancestor finally said, exhausted, "There are a few things I need you to handle as soon as possible. Write them down."
Dan Xuansheng instantly stood straight at attention, putting on an expression of respectful listening.
"First, the Pill Tower's management model needs to change. The current upper ranks of the Pill Tower are far too laid-back, while the middle ranks are viciously scheming against one another."
He had heard that the Pill Tower had five great clans, but instead of thinking about how to help one another and improve their alchemy together, they treated each other as their greatest rivals, wishing for nothing more than for the other clans to decline.
Were these still their own people?
They were clearly enemies.
"Second, starting today, the Council of Elders of the Little Pill Tower is disbanded. It will only be reestablished when someone can refine a Ninth-Grade Medicinal Pill. We are the Pill Tower. We speak through alchemy!"
They could not even refine a Ninth-Grade Medicinal Pill, yet they still had the nerve to call themselves the holy land of Alchemists?
Within the Yao Clan and the Soul Clan, there were Ninth-Grade Alchemists.
Even among those hidden experts living in seclusion beyond the mundane world, there was no shortage of people capable of refining Ninth-Grade Medicinal Pills.
Disbanding the Little Pill Tower's Council of Elders could be considered putting some pressure on these people. Hopefully, this pressure would turn into enough motivation.
"Third, send people to investigate information on the Soul Hall. Don't be stingy with the rewards. If you can't afford them, then I'll pay them. I want to know everything about the Soul Hall. Even if that old turtle