Saint-Tier Pill Furnace

"That isn't what I meant. I only wanted to understand what happened. I believe there must be some misunderstanding."

Xia Yu gave Duanmu Lin a cold look and said flatly, "You have half a quarter-hour."

"Thank you, Young Patriarch Xia. Please wait a moment." Duanmu Lin bowed slightly.

Xia Yu said nothing more and made no move to acknowledge Duanmu Lin's bow.

For many people, respect depended on the strength you possessed.

Duanmu Lin soon learned the whole story, and his face turned livid with anger.

"Throw Guard Liu out of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, and never employ him again!"

After speaking, he turned and bowed deeply to Xia Yu.

"Young Patriarch Xia, the fault lies with our Myriad Treasures Pavilion. Please forgive us."

Xia Yu remained silent.

"Our Myriad Treasures Pavilion will bear all the losses incurred today. As an apology, here are a hundred of the spirit pills Miss Xia Yao takes."

"This is a VIP Card. It grants certain discounts at the Myriad Treasures Pavilion."

"If you need anything else, Young Patriarch Xia, please ask. As long as it is within my power, I, Duanmu Lin, will not refuse. I hope we can make this major misunderstanding a minor matter, and then let that minor matter disappear."

Xia Yu accepted the spirit pills and the VIP Card, and Duanmu Lin's expression eased.

Naturally, it would be best if this matter could be resolved peacefully.

The Myriad Treasures Pavilion feared neither an Origin Command Realm cultivator nor the Xia family.

But if Xia Yu went on a killing spree now, no one present could stop him.

Besides, the Myriad Treasures Pavilion was a merchant association. Harmony bred wealth.

If possible, it was naturally better not to offend anyone, especially a genius like Xia Yu.

"There really is something I need your help with, Pavilion Master Duanmu," Xia Yu said.

"Please tell me, Young Patriarch."

"I need some medicinal ingredients. I urgently need to refine a pill, but I have no money right now. I can give you the Sin Dragon Spear as collateral and redeem it later."

Duanmu Lin smiled and said, "You're being too formal, Young Patriarch. A few medicinal ingredients are nothing. I'll give them to you on my own authority. Consider it a gesture of friendship."

Xia Yu gave Duanmu Lin a long look and said, "All right. I need ten pieces of earthflame fire crystal, ten pieces of frost profound crystal..."

"Six-leaf ghost orchid grass, purple cloud fruit, earthstar everlasting vine..."

With every ingredient Xia Yu named, Duanmu Lin's expression grew grimmer.

"Each of the medicinal herbs I listed afterward must be at least two hundred years old."

At those words, Duanmu Lin's face went deathly pale, drained of every trace of color.

At that moment, he wished he could give himself a vicious slap.

Everything Xia Yu had named was a precious medicinal ingredient. None could be found in Huai City.

Even if they could, they would cost an enormous number of gold coins-at least twenty years of his salary.

This...

"Young Patriarch, these ingredients... these ingredients... The Myriad Treasures Pavilion in Huai City is only a small branch. We don't have them. You would have to go to the provincial capital of Lu Prefecture at the very least to find such things."

"And... and... the price..."

Duanmu Lin was on the verge of tears. He had only wanted to offer a favor, but now it was going to cost him his life.

In an instant, beads of sweat covered Duanmu Lin's forehead.

Xia Yu naturally understood what Duanmu Lin meant. He said calmly, "I know these things are expensive. I can't ask you to give them to me, Pavilion Master. But I have no money right now. My Sin Dragon Spear is certainly worth more than these ingredients. I'll give it to you as collateral!"

Duanmu Lin secretly sighed in relief. He was just about to speak when a voice suddenly reached his ears. "Young friend, are you planning to refine a King Pill?"

There was even a hint of trembling in the voice that called him "young friend."

Xia Yu looked at the old man beside Duanmu Lin, his gaze puzzled. "And you are?"

"Young Patriarch, this is Duanmu Wenshan, an elder of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion's Pill Tower. He comes from the city of Lu Prefecture," Duanmu Lin said hurriedly.

Xia Yu nodded and said, "Greetings, Elder Duanmu. I do intend to refine a King Pill. My elder sister is unwell and needs one."

Duanmu Wenshan's eyes immediately lit up. He gave Xia Yu a searching look and could not help asking again, "Truly?"

"Of course."

"I am Duanmu Wenshan, a Fifth-Tier Alchemist. Forgive this old man's presumption in calling you my young friend. I can provide the ingredients you need free of charge. Might you allow me to observe while you refine the pill?"

Duanmu Wenshan looked at Xia Yu, his face tense and his eyes full of hope.

Xia Yu hesitated for a moment, then said, "Yes."

Overjoyed, Duanmu Wenshan bowed respectfully to Xia Yu and said, "Thank you, young friend."

"It's a small matter. When can the ingredients arrive?" Xia Yu asked.

His elder sister Xia Yao's health was what concerned him most.

"I have all the main ingredients in my Heaven and Earth Bag. The Pill Tower here should have the ordinary herbs. We can begin whenever you like," Duanmu Wenshan said hurriedly.

He had been stuck as a Fifth-Tier Alchemist for many years. His greatest wish was to become a King-Tier Alchemist.

Xia Yu was absurdly young, and Duanmu Wenshan was somewhat worried that he was bluffing.

But after considering the ingredients Xia Yu had listed, he realized that they were indeed ingredients for refining a King-Tier Spirit Pill.

I'll take the gamble!

If he learned something from this youth and broke through to become a King-Tier Alchemist, he would reap a tremendous reward.

Even if he learned nothing and failed to break through, simply becoming acquainted with such a young King-Tier Alchemist would still be a gain.

After all, King-Tier Alchemists were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns throughout the entire dynasty.

A King-Tier Alchemist this young had never appeared before.

Even a Quasi-King-Tier Alchemist this young had never existed.

At Xia Yu's age, he had still been an apprentice alchemist who could not even recognize most medicinal herbs.

"All right. Pavilion Master Duanmu, sorry for the trouble, but please arrange a quiet place for me."

"There's no need, no need, young friend. The courtyard where I'm staying has a quiet room, with a pill-refining chamber right beside it. It has a pill furnace and everything else you need."

Before Duanmu Lin could speak, Duanmu Wenshan answered immediately.

"Young friend, this is my pill furnace, a King-Tier Pill Furnace. Please feel free to use it."

After they reached the quiet room and settled Xia Yao in, Duanmu Wenshan led Xia Yu into the adjoining chamber.

A King-Tier Pill Furnace was made from materials good enough to forge a King Weapon at the very least. Once completed, it also had to have been used to refine King-Tier Spirit Pills and nourished by their spiritual energy.

In essence, a King-Tier Pill Furnace was a special auxiliary King Weapon.

Xia Yu nodded and examined the pill furnace. It seemed quite ordinary, inferior to the one the nameless old man had left in the cave.

After a moment's thought, Xia Yu said, "I'll use my own pill furnace instead."

Before Duanmu Wenshan could speak, Xia Yu took the pill furnace out of his Heaven and Earth Ring.

The moment Duanmu Wenshan saw the Pill Furnace, he froze.

Then he practically draped himself over the pill furnace, inspecting it with the utmost care.

The sight left Xia Yu rather speechless. It was only a pill furnace.

"This... what tier is this pill furnace?"

"This is definitely not a King-Tier Pill Furnace. It's not even an Emperor-Tier Pill Furnace. I've seen an Emperor-Tier Pill Furnace, and it was inferior to this!"

"Could this be a Saint-Tier Pill Furnace?"

After a long while, Duanmu Wenshan gave Xia Yu a searching look, his face filled with shock.

At that moment, Xia Yu seemed shrouded in mystery and the unknown.

Xia Yu said mildly, "An elder gave me this pill furnace. I don't know its tier either."

"I'll just make do with it!"

Duanmu Wenshan was instantly speechless!

It's better than an Emperor-Tier Pill Furnace and might be a Saint-Tier Pill Furnace, and you call that making do?

Then wouldn't my King-Tier Pill Furnace be worse than garbage?

Special auxiliary Saint Weapons are incredibly precious, you know!

If this really is a Saint-Tier Pill Furnace, its value...