Cultivation Is Important, but Don't Forget Home

"Did you refine a Sixth-Grade Pill?" Old Man Huo was the first to ask, his face full of eagerness.

Xiao Meng froze for a moment, then immediately understood why these people had gathered here. It had to be because, when he refined that top-grade Sixth-Grade Pill, he had failed to completely seal the energy fluctuations spreading from it within the Myriad Furnace God, allowing them to leak out and be noticed by Su Qian and the others.

Seeing the fiery expressions on the elders' faces, Xiao Meng helplessly nodded, admitting that he had refined a Sixth-Grade Pill.

"Damn, you're way too monstrous," Fire Elder exclaimed.

Xiao Meng's face darkened. Was this old bastard insulting him, or insulting him?

"Let me see it!" Old Man Huo rubbed his hands together like a fly. He had never seen what a Sixth-Grade Pill looked like in his entire life.

Xiao Meng rubbed his nose, then took out a pitch-black lump. Old Man Huo's expression immediately collapsed, and he did not even reach out to take it.

"Kid, this is a Sixth-Grade Pill?" Old Man Huo asked with a dark face.

Hearing the doubt in Old Man Huo's voice, Xiao Meng became very displeased. It reminded him of when he had first refined pills, when Yao Chen had questioned him in exactly the same tone.

So he cursed him out without restraint. "Old bastard, don't question things blindly just because you can't tell what they are! Who said a Sixth-Grade Pill has to look pretty? Let me tell you, if I crush this pill open, even Seventh- or Eighth-Grade alchemists would kneel and beg me for guidance."

"Kid, keep it down when you're bragging," Old Man Huo said. He simply did not believe that the black lump in Xiao Meng's hand was a Sixth-Grade