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Before they knew it, another year was drawing to a close.
Inside the Alchemy Room of Li Ping's riverside cave abode.
Chen Hai watched nervously as Li Ping sat cross-legged beside the ancient-looking Alchemy Furnace in the center of the room, his expression as calm as a gentle breeze beneath drifting clouds.
Some time ago, he had spent most of his wealth and earnestly persuaded two friends to join him before finally gathering enough materials for a batch of Essence-Origin Pills.
He had then hurried to the White-Gathering Pavilion, hoping to ask Li Ping to refine them.
However, Li Ping had been in secluded cultivation at the time. Naturally, Meng Wanjun would not disturb him over something like this, so she had put the request on hold.
Faced with a Core Formation Cultivator, Chen Hai could do nothing, however anxious he felt.
Only recently, when Li Ping emerged from seclusion, had Meng Wanjun notified him that he could bring his materials to the riverside cave abode.
It should succeed, right? Li Ping is a Third-Tier Pill Refiner, after all. Even Chen Hai's breathing was cautious, lest he disturb Li Ping and cause the refinement to fail.
Of the materials worth roughly five thousand Spirit Stones, he had contributed over three thousand, while each of his two friends had put up eight hundred.
If the refinement succeeded, he would give each friend one Essence-Origin Pill and keep the remaining ten for himself. He would practically become rich overnight.
But if it failed... Chen Hai felt that losing such a large sum of Spirit Stones would probably delay his advancement to the Foundation Establishment Late Stage considerably.
As Li Ping