Whether for his own cultivation or to heal himself if he was injured again, these Spirit-Nourishing Pills were nowhere near enough!
Given the General's Temple's current finances, setting aside several hundred million more to buy medicinal ingredients was hardly possible. Why not borrow a chicken to lay the eggs?
Once the idea took hold, the more he thought about it, the more sense it made. After a moment's thought, he said, "I've gained some insight into Pill Refining. When I have time, I'll fire up the furnace and refine a batch."
Elder Yuan grew anxious at once. What did he mean, when I have time? He looked quite free right now!
He hurriedly said, "If you intend to do some Pill Refining, Mr. Tang, why wait? Just tell me what you need, and I'll have someone find it..."
"Well... firing up a furnace for Pill Refining is no small expense. Even if the pills reach the fourth refinement, a run of bad luck could put the cost at several hundred million..."
"That's easy!" Elder Yuan waved a hand. "I'll take care of the funding. Just tell me what ingredients you need."
Having someone else foot the bill could hardly have worked out better. Since ancient times, countless cultivators had left their mountains to seek wealthy patrons and relied on their fortunes for Pill Refining.
"It's a considerable sum, and there's no guarantee the pills will turn out," Tang Changsheng cautioned. He knew perfectly well that he could make them.
This time, Elder Yuan gave a faint smile. "Do you know what the greatest invention of the modern world is?"
Electricity? Computers? Genetics? Those all seemed among the most important modern inventions. Tang Changsheng had no idea what Elder Yuan was getting at, so he did not try to be clever.