Bu Wuchen worried that if Song Hechuan kept inspecting them one by one, sooner or later he would scare away every last one of his sleep bugs. He simply laid it out-
"Of the pills in these little porcelain bottles, only six are mortal rank middle grade Healing Pills."
"The rest are all mortal rank upper grade."
"Take your time inspecting them. Stop startling people with all that jumping and gasping!"
In fact, these were not all the mystic pills Bu Wuchen had successfully refined!
He had pocketed a portion himself. After all, he did not want to make too earth-shattering a display.
Another portion had been eaten during the refining process.
Besides soul power, refining mystic pills also consumed a tremendous amount of the Mystic Qi cultivators used to control the flames.
The mortal rank upper grade Qi Recovery Pills Bu Wuchen had eaten alone numbered over a dozen!
He had not done this because he had money to burn, but because he wanted to test his limits.
He had discovered that, after transmigrating, he seemed unexpectedly strong in soul power-the very thing that gave pill refiners their greatest headaches when refining pills!
The facts proved that this was indeed the case.
Even now, though Bu Wuchen was both sleepy and exhausted,
he still retained twenty to thirty percent of his soul power within his soul sea of consciousness, reserved for emergencies!
"You mean all these bottles and jars... contain mortal rank upper grade mystic pills you just refined?!"
The girl in green silk could not help widening her eyes in astonishment either.
She still found it somewhat hard to believe, so she simply stepped forward with Song Hechuan to inspect the goods one by one.
One bottle, two bottles, three bottles...
Five bottles, eight bottles, ten bottles...
As time passed, Xia Nuoyi's and Song Hechuan's initial shock gradually gave way to numbness!
For Song Hechuan, the more he looked and inspected, the deeper and heavier his shame grew.
Whenever he recalled how he had inwardly cursed Bu Wuchen for wasting the Song Clan Pill Workshop's precious pill-refining ingredients, Boss Song wished he could find a hole to crawl into!
What lay before him now were all upper-grade mystic pills of perfect quality!
So many upper-grade mystic pills, refined in little more than half a day.
Any single one picked out with his eyes closed would be worth thousands in gold!
And that was only because Healing Pills and Qi Recovery Pills were both ordinary medicines. Their formulas were no secret, and the pills themselves were not uncommon.
Had they been other pills of the same grade with unusual effects and scarce supplies...
Their perfect quality alone would easily have fetched over ten thousand in gold!
The medicinal catalysts and pill-fire seeds the Song Clan Pill Workshop had provided Bu Wuchen were simply not worth mentioning!
Just then, Bu Wuchen's voice sounded, calm as a breeze. "Once the pills sell, remember to settle my payment as soon as possible."
"Of course!"
Song Hechuan thumped his chest in assurance.
Seeing the other man looking at him as though he were a money tree, Bu Wuchen knew the time had come to pull him aboard his ship!
So he said, "Oh, right. There's another favor I'd like to ask of you, Boss Song."
"Once it's done, I can take half as much of the profits from selling the pills!"
"Master Bu, what are you saying?"
Song Hechuan spoke with utter sincerity. "By asking me, you're showing that you trust me and regard me as a friend."
"What friend would hold out his hand for benefits just for helping another friend?"
"Please, Master Bu, just say the word."
Bu Wuchen smiled faintly. "Heh, good!"
"Then I'll gladly call you my friend, Boss Song."
"Here's the situation..."
"When the time comes, I'd like you and Xia Nuoyi to do this and that..."
After Bu Wuchen laid out his entire plan for taking revenge on Lin Taoshu of the Pill Hall, Song Hechuan agreed without the slightest hesitation.
Though the Lin Lineage was powerful, his Song Clan was not truly afraid of them.
Besides, judging from Bu Wuchen's plan, Song Hechuan would not be directly locking horns with the Lin Lineage in a fight to the death.
It would take no more than lifting a hand. Why not?
After hearing Bu Wuchen's plan, Xia Nuoyi's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Heh, that sounds rather interesting."
"But..."
"You're paying this fellow Song to help you by 'selling yourself to the pill workshop.'"
"Yet when you ask this great-aunt of yours to help, there isn't a single benefit for me?"
Bu Wuchen rolled his eyes at her. "Who was it who said that if I really could refine mystic pills, she'd help me get even with Lin Taoshu?"
"Yes, I said that, but..."
Before she could finish, the boy before her unexpectedly went limp and toppled headfirst into her arms.
"Hey, what are you doing?!"
Xia Nuoyi had intended to tease Bu Wuchen, only to end up blushing furiously herself.
She had never had such intimate contact with the opposite sex before!
Flustered and angry, Xia Nuoyi raised her hand, ready to knock him flat and teach him a proper lesson!
But the very next instant, the girl stopped her hand.
She had discovered that Bu Wuchen, slumped in her arms, was a dead weight.
His breathing was also even, and faintly... she could even hear a little snoring?!
The corner of Xia Nuoyi's crimson lips twitched sharply. Speechless, she said, "This guy actually fell straight asleep?"
Bu Wuchen had indeed fallen asleep.
"Hmph. Since you didn't mean it, I'll let you off for now."
Standing nearby, when had Song Hechuan ever seen this little demoness looking so bashful and adorably indignant?
In his experience, if anyone dared take such liberties with this "little great-aunt,"
whether it was intentional or not, she would beat them black and blue first!
Yet now...
Song Hechuan's mouth hung so wide open that a goose egg could have fit inside!
Just then, an icy voice rang out. "Keep your eyes in check."
"Keep staring at this great-aunt of yours, and see if I don't gouge them out!"
As she spoke, the green-silk-clad girl's Divine Soul Realm mystic power pressure poured out wildly.
Terrified, Song Hechuan hurriedly averted his gaze, made up some excuse, and took his leave.
"Hmph, you troublesome fellow. Now this great-aunt of yours has to take you home herself!"
"I really have boarded your pirate ship this time~"
Xia Nuoyi's red lips pursed slightly, making her indescribably lovely and captivating...
Before long, she brought Bu Wuchen back to his residence.
Wan Xiaoyao, who had been waiting by the courtyard gate like a "husband-watching stone," hurried over to meet them.
After learning from Xia Nuoyi that nothing was seriously wrong with Bu Wuchen and that he was simply exhausted and needed rest, Xiaoyao and A Chun both sighed in relief.
The following day, at noon beneath the brilliant sun.
Having eaten and drunk his fill and enjoyed a sound sleep, Bu Wuchen swaggered in late, accompanied by honorary vice dean Xia Nuoyi!
And this time, rather than reporting to the beginner class, he headed straight for the academy's Pill Hall.
Song Hechuan accompanied them as well.
Blood Dragon City Academy was strictly managed, and outsiders were generally forbidden entry.
However, Xia Nuoyi did bear the title of "honorary vice dean," after all.
With her stepping forward and completing the required registration, bringing in the head of the Song Clan Pill Workshop, a prominent figure in Blood Dragon City, was not difficult.
"All right. Split up according to plan."
"Mm."
Soon, Bu Wuchen stood before the Pill Hall's entrance once again...