"Young man, I take back what I said at first."
Bai Xuanling sighed. "You're a talented fellow. I believe you have solutions to plenty of things. There's no need to come to me with every little question."
Chu Xingchen nodded gently, then continued with the same innocent expression:
"Then, about those pills..."
"...How large a spirit field do you want?"
"It doesn't need to be very large. Our Sect has a Back Mountain..."
Bai Xuanling narrowed her eyes slightly at that.
Chu Xingchen glanced at her expression and readily amended his words. "We can just clear any little patch over there."
Bai Xuanling nodded gently.
After going back, she had actually sneaked another two of this brat's pills.
As expected, every single one was deeply sinister.
Judging solely by his alchemy technique, the brat had made no mistakes.
With this sort of thing, what was frightening was when something went wrong despite nothing having gone wrong.
Where was she supposed to look for the mistake?
When she took the second pill, Bai Xuanling had even deliberately waited a little longer for its effects to see what would happen.
What happened, specifically, was that things went very badly. Getting stabbed a few times would have been better.
Honestly, Bai Xuanling felt that being able to refine something like this was the truly impressive part.
What normal person could make pills like these?
As for asking Chu Xingchen for pointers, she would pass.
She was just afraid he would lead her around a bend she could never come back from. She still needed to sell her own pills.
Later... she would have him make some more to take back, then feed a whole bottle to that imbecile of a sect leader.
At the Sect's Back Mountain.
Bai Xuanling calmly surveyed the plot