Though many took part, very few succeeded in refining pills. Furnace explosions were common, and some even died at the stage of preparing medicinal ingredients. Bian Chunchou had always thought the scent of pills was rather pleasant, but... the overly rich smells of half-finished pills layered together were truly too much to bear. "It seems not just anyone can be a pill refiner."
At the very least, one had to have a good nose.
Speaking of noses, Bian Chunchou suddenly remembered—when they had been trapped in Pill Fragrance City, hadn't it begun with the sound of a furnace exploding? Judging from the direction, it seemed to have been near the outskirts of Alchemy Arts Workshop.
"So you finally remembered." Wen Xu spoke quietly. "No rush. There should be people guarding that place, and if the problem truly lies there, then with our cultivation, we simply can't investigate it." Pill Fragrance City was a major city. There was more than one Spirit Transformation Venerable, and Nascent Soul cultivators were too numerous to count. The three of them, all Golden Cores, could at most take on three Nascent Souls. There was no need to risk themselves too soon.
That was true. Wen Xu-Xu had a far better memory than he did; there was no way he had forgotten this. He had not mentioned it because now was simply not the time to go.
But Pill Fragrance City was so vast. Could the three of them truly find the altar that supplied the Pill Formation with their strength alone?
Alchemy Arts Workshop was quite entertaining. If they had not been trapped here, Bian Chunchou might even have wanted to take the stage and try mixing spirit plants himself. After all... what if a blind cat happened to catch a dead mouse? They had