Soon, Su Yueli left the Myriad Treasures Pavilion and returned to the bustling streets of the inner city, her thoughts churning.
The pills in her Storage Pouch would sustain Han Yu and Lu Chang'an for a long time.
But that only treated the symptoms, not the root cause.
She had spent twelve hundred Spirit Stones today, which really was not much.
But as her disciples' cultivation advanced and their numbers grew, they would inevitably need fifth-grade, sixth-grade, or even higher-grade pills. Consumption would only skyrocket exponentially.
Even forty or fifty thousand Spirit Stones would eventually run out if they kept eating into their reserves.
The most essential foundation for establishing a sect was building a self-sufficient cycle of resources.
To secure an endless supply of pills, she needed her own alchemist. Once she had an alchemist, she would also need to open up vast stretches of spirit fields to grow spirit herbs, and assign dedicated workers to harvest and process them.
She lacked everything.
Building a sect from scratch really was fraught with trouble. A thousand tangled threads, and she had to untangle every last one herself.
Su Yueli stopped and glanced up at the sky.
Where could I find an alchemist...?
In today's Cultivation World, alchemists were exceedingly scarce to begin with.
Any alchemist with even a little talent had long since been recruited by the major cultivation sects, offered the finest treatment and showered with resources.
Even cultivation sects with deep foundations would come to blows over a high-ranking alchemist.
Never mind the Eternal Life Martial Sect, a newly established sect of nothing but martial artists whose courtyard walls were still falling apart.
If she tried recruiting through normal means, no alchemist would willingly abandon fine clothes and sumptuous meals to brew pills for a bunch of ordinary