Yang Chen was naturally somewhat vexed, but there was nothing he could do. Elder Ming was at the Paragon of True God Stage; it was perfectly normal for him not to give a core disciple like Yang Chen any face.
Of course, Yang Chen did not particularly dislike Elder Ming.
Although Elder Ming had acted fierce and menacing from beginning to end, he bore no real ill will toward Yang Chen. His manner was merely brusque and harsh; he had never actually insulted him.
This only showed that Elder Ming was a straightforward man. His nature was not bad.
If Yang Chen wanted to vent this frustration, the only way was to use his completed pill as an answer and make Elder Ming shut up.
Thinking this, Yang Chen said, "In that case, this junior shall take his leave!"
After saying that, Yang Chen clutched the pill formula and turned to leave.
Elder Ming did not take it seriously. He had already prepared himself mentally when he posted the task. Seeing Yang Chen leave, he simply resumed his cross-legged meditation and cultivation.
Yang Chen returned to his residence. Along the way, he carefully read through the formula for the Zhexing Pill.
The materials required for this formula were indeed precious, but with his current wealth, gathering three to five sets would be as easy as turning his hand over. Besides his own original fortune, he had also collected the wealth of Young Master Blood Feather and the other Purgatory Gate disciples. He might not have been fabulously rich, but he certainly had some money to spare.
"So this Zhexing Pill can fan the flames and aid cultivators in breaking through their True God Stage cultivation. No wonder Elder Ming wants it so badly. He is probably not far from the