It added half a year of cultivation progress—three pills meant a year and a half.
He had been cultivating the Taiyi Qi Cultivation Art for nearly two months. Although his progress had been steadily improving, it was hardly fast. With these three Qi Gathering Pills, the speed of his cultivation progress could at least double.
"This is good." He solemnly put the box away.
Sun Wukong picked up the piece of Mysterious Iron Ore again, examined it, then flicked it with his fingernail and listened to the sound.
"It is indeed Mysterious Iron. But the quality is average, only mid-grade. True high-grade Mysterious Iron should be pure black, without these grayish-white impurities."
"Mid-grade is enough." Chu Yang said. "When I get the chance to find a good smith someday, I can use this Mysterious Iron to temper my short blade. It should improve its quality quite a bit."
Sun Wukong tossed the Mysterious Iron Ore back to him.
"You really know how to calculate. You fought the demon, saved the man, and scooped up the loot too. You didn't waste a thing."
Chu Yang smiled. "Poor children grow up early."
As the two spoke, heavy footsteps and Zhu Bajie's booming voice came from the passageway.
"Brother Monkey—Brother Chu Yang—are you in there—"
Zhu Bajie appeared at the entrance to the main hall with the Nine-Toothed Rake over his shoulder. Tang Monk followed behind him. The wounds on Tang Monk's face had been simply treated, and he looked much more energetic.
Tang Monk entered the hall, saw the mess covering the floor and Great King Yellow Wind lying there, and sighed.
"Amitabha."
Sun Wukong grabbed Great King Yellow Wind by the tail and dragged him to the center of the hall.
"Master, I, Old Sun, didn't kill this demon. The Bodhisattva