Master, the Pill Elixir Was Actually Quite Good. There's No Need to Insist on Making Pills.

One morning.

Li Yingling, who was just about to head out to gather material while pondering the conference's trials, was apprehended by her master.

"Master! I haven't done anything wrong, have I?! Why are you treating me like this?"

Li Yingling pressed herself against the wall in terror, staring in horror at the pill pinched between her master's fingers.

Chu Xingchen held a pale brown pill and said earnestly:

"What are you afraid of? This is a proper pill made in a Refining Pill Furnace. Look at its quality. It certainly can't taste bad."

That was the truth. He had spent a bleeding fortune to ensure the pills would form. After all, to do a job well, suitable tools were indispensable.

Chu Xingchen had painfully parted with his money to buy a somewhat expensive but exceptionally high-quality Pill Furnace.

While buying the Pill Furnace, Chu Xingchen had even wondered whether he should give up making pills and switch to making Refining Pill Furnaces instead.

Still, one should love whatever line of work one pursued. Thinking it over, the Pill Market had great prospects. If the effects were good, the pills would still be highly sought after.

After all, not everyone necessarily knew alchemy, but everyone certainly got injured.

However, since his disciple was not injured, Chu Xingchen had made Qi Condensation Pills.

They were fairly basic cultivation aids. They had an effect, though not a particularly impressive one. Their only advantage was having no side effects; one could even snack on them like candy.

However, faced with Chu Xingchen's explanation.

Li Yingling did not buy it at all. She said aggrievedly, "Then why don't you just eat it yourself, Master... unless you aren't confident in it yourself?"

Chu Xingchen glared. "Whenever I have something good, I think of you! Why