Watching Dan Ruo's retreating figure, Jiang Yang sat back down thoughtfully.
Whatever the case, he had already obtained one of the four spiritual items. He was delighted that things had gone so smoothly.
"Senior Bai, do you think I have a talent for alchemy?"
Jiang Yang withdrew his gaze and asked.
"A talent for alchemy? I know nothing of medicine or pharmacology. How would I know what sort of talent you have?"
Bai Tang paused, then said with utter nonchalance:
"What Sword Cultivator knows how to refine pills? Buy them if you can, rob someone if you can't. If Ruo has to do everything himself, hasn't he practiced the sword for nothing?"
"You really do live free and easy..."
Jiang Yang's mouth twitched. Sword Cultivators truly ranked among the best at making enemies. Now that he had boarded this pirate ship, he kept feeling that his future held no light.
Then Bai Tang spoke again:
"Tending furnaces and fanning flames is hardly a good job. You end up steeped in the reek of pill fire, and once you step outside, anyone ten miles downwind knows you're an alchemist. Even rogue cultivators know to pick on that sort. Every one of them is dripping with wealth..."
Jiang Yang said nothing, but could not help grumbling inwardly:
You sound awfully practiced. You wouldn't be talking about yourself when you say 'rogue cultivators,' would you...?
Still, she was not exactly wrong. Jiang Yang found it hard to imagine Bai Tang sitting somewhere diligently drawing talismans or refining pills. Standing silently with a sword in hand suited her far better.
Back in the Lower Court, he had skimmed a few books on pharmacology. Though they did not cover any profound alchemical formulas, they did touch briefly on the subject.
Not just anyone could refine