[Me: All five spirit pills for improving aptitude are finished. Please accept them, boss.]
A few days later, Ye Fei packaged the five spirit pills he had successfully refined and sent them through a designated trade.
Over the past few days, aside from cultivating, he had chatted with friends and tempered his body with a spirit pill once a day.
[Metal Spiritual Root 13, Wood Spiritual Root 12, Water Spiritual Root 13, Fire Spiritual Root 23, Earth Spiritual Root 12]
His fire spiritual root was still the strongest, but that did not stop Ye Fei from learning other cultivation techniques now. The current problem was that he had no better techniques...
[Snow Mountain/0008/0009/0001 (Feng An): None Level-Up this time?]
Feng An accepted the pills from the designated trade, but his reply asked Ye Fei why none had Level-Up.
He knew Ye Fei's personality. If any had Level-Up, he would have mentioned it even if he had used them.
If he said nothing, there were none.
[Me: Maybe it's because this is the lowest level I can use now, so nothing changed. There weren't any problems with the success rate either. This normal mode doesn't consume luck.]
Ye Fei shared what he could guess.
The absence of a success-rate progress bar meant his luck had not been consumed, which meant this was the normal refining method.
As for the initial success rate of these batches being only 25%...
That could only mean his luck was not bad, so there had been no extra consumption.
[Snow Mountain/0008/0009/0001 (Feng An): Keep working at it. I'm planning to go away for a while. I won't have time to collect your corpse, so don't die.]
Feng An's reply did not bring up the pills again, instead mentioning his own affairs.
He was going