"Teacher, why do I feel like alchemists are losing their status?"
Xiao Yan spoke quietly. He was sitting on a flying magical beast bound for the Great Tagore Desert. Although his status as an alchemist had spared him the fare, everything he had seen and heard along the way made him feel that many people were gradually losing their respect for alchemists.
For one thing, people no longer needed to seek out alchemists to buy pills. They could simply visit the pill shops opened by the Miteer Auction House and the Jia Ma Imperial Family, which had greatly diminished the Alchemist Association's reputation.
Yet the alchemists could do nothing about it. They were not known for their fighting strength; their greatest skill was alchemy. With even the demand for that eliminated, alchemists as a group were worse off than cultivators.
Although some obscure pills still required an alchemist, most cultivators no longer needed their help. Whatever respect remained for alchemists was merely a remnant of the past.
"The Jia Ma Imperial Family and the Miteer Auction House shouldn't have this many pills to offer. From what those alchemists said earlier, we know this has nothing to do with the Alchemist Association. That means the issue lies with those two powers."
Yao Chen's soul floated out of the ring. Since this concerned alchemists as a whole, he had paid some attention to it too.
"Three cities in a row had large supplies of pills. They might only be low-grade pills, but how many low-level cultivators are there in the Jia Ma Empire? Even the Pill Tower wouldn't do this. And these pills are far too alike... They look exactly like the work of a single alchemist."
Xiao Yan exclaimed in surprise, "A single alchemist? That's impossible, Teacher. Even an eighth-tier alchemist