"I'm not an alchemist, so I can't give you an exact price."
"What I can tell you is that this pill is immensely valuable. Even to me, it is an absolute treasure."
"One pill a month—by now, the resources spent on you have been astronomical, beyond even my imagination."
Ye Lin handed the pill to Yue Qingyi with a light smile.
To be honest, he had been quite shocked when he saw this pill.
This pill could actually affect even him.
He was a sixth-layer Golden Immortal.
A pill that could affect even him was bound to be priceless.
Adding in the resources required to refine the pill itself, the alchemist's fee, and the pill's success rate—
After all, no alchemist could guarantee a hundred percent pill formation rate, not even Wang Tian himself.
One pill every month.
Thinking it over, Ye Lin simply could not imagine the resources that had been consumed.
Even a family as powerful as the Yue Family could not withstand such expenditure.
And using such enormous resources to raise a good-for-nothing would naturally make the rest of the family deeply resentful.
After all, very few of them shared a direct blood relation with Yue Qingyi.
With Yue Qingyi's circumstances, even in a family of four, given enough time, the other child would begin to harbor resentment.
A family's resources were limited. If you used a vast amount of resources, it meant everyone else had less to use.
If you were the family's foremost prodigy and its hope, that would be one thing.
But Yue Qingyi happened to be a cripple.
Naturally, the others in the Yue Family would be unwilling to accept it. It was no wonder they bore grudges against Yue Qingyi.
In truth, the ones under the greatest pressure were not Yue Qingyi,