But that was probably no longer possible. After being cured of the poison, Dugu Bo was no longer the weakest Title Douluo on the continent.
Even if Sword Douluo made a move, he might be forced into a mutual kill.
In Ning Fengzhi's mind at this moment, the sect Mu Ci intended to establish would hold an even higher status than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Even without counting Spirit Hall's Spirit Kite Douluo, it would openly have no fewer than two Title Douluo.
Not to mention Mu Ci's unfathomable alchemy. Who knew whether several more newly advanced Title Douluo would emerge in a few years?
Outside the tavern.
Xue Qinghe looked at Mu Ci with some concern.
"Little brother, are you really just giving him the prescription like that? Nothing will go wrong, will it? And won't you lose money refining the pills?"
Mu Ci lightly patted Xue Qinghe on the shoulder and smiled.
"How could that happen? Even if I gave them a thousand years, they still wouldn't be able to refine pills. As for losing money, the list I gave them contains enough ingredients for five batches."
Mu Ci thought to himself, wasn't it common knowledge in the alchemy world that refining one batch of pills required five portions of ingredients? Douluo Continent would have to face the unspoken rules of the cultivation world from now on as well.
Xue Qinghe sighed in relief. As long as Mu Ci did not suffer a loss, that was enough.
Suddenly, Xue Qinghe remembered something else and said to Mu Ci, "Little brother, help me refine a medicine these next few days. Yang Wushuang can't handle it, so I can only rely on you."
Mu Ci nodded indifferently without asking what it would be used for.
After all, it