"Finally done."
Xiao Yan lay sprawled on the ground, bottle after bottle of pills beside him.
Earlier, to resolve his eldest and second brothers' troubles, he had made a whole series of promises.
Over the past week, apart from giving Qing Lin a little guidance, he had spent almost all his time refining pills.
Although they were all low-grade pills, the sheer quantity was daunting. With Luo Bu and the fifty selected mercenaries included, the Desert Iron Mercenary Group now had a full hundred and thirty-seven official mercenaries.
And that was without counting the many more people frantically taking the assessments.
Each of them needed to receive two pills every month, which meant nearly three hundred pills.
Now, after refining pills for seven straight days, Xiao Yan had finally produced over a thousand Blood-Nourishing Pills and over a thousand Poison-Expelling Pills.
Qi Recovery Pills were somewhat harder to refine, so he had only made a little over a hundred. As for the Strength-Doubling Pills, which were second-rank pills, he had only produced twelve.
"These pills should more or less last three months."
Xiao Yan had refined enough pills in one go to cover at least three months of distributions. As for the rest, after he left, he could find opportunities to refine more, then spend a little money to commission the Mittel Merchant Guild to deliver them to Stone Desert City.
These past few days had exhausted Xiao Yan. He had rarely been this tired since advancing to Dou Ling. Every time, he kept refining until not a trace of Dou Qi remained in his body, and he had even swallowed over twenty Qi Recovery Pills along the way.
Fortunately, Xiao Yan had heavenly flames to help him and sufficient cultivation. Any other Second-Rank Alchemist would have been lucky to