" Ling Zhantian and the Blood Baleful Intent Tower are both hiding in the shadows, and the destruction of the Jade Firmament Sect is shrouded in mystery."
"No matter what their plans are during the competition, as long as they are strong enough, they can break through the stalemate with force."
Faced with absolute power, schemes and tricks are nothing but dust in the wind.
As long as he is well prepared before the competition, he will have nothing to fear, even if the imperial city turns into a hellish inferno.
Wen Jiao nodded.
"Alright, my husband, just focus on your seclusion. We, the Pill Pavilion, will protect you from all the disturbances from the outside world."
The girl slightly raised her pointed chin, her tone revealing a rare confidence and arrogance.
"Although our Pill Pavilion dislikes fighting and is outwardly just a merchant guild, in terms of true strength, it is not much inferior to ordinary first-rate sects."
"Even if the sect leaders of the Cangyun Sect and the Puppet Sect were to come in person, they would have to think twice."
Chu Yunfei raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
It seems that the energy hidden behind this Pill Pavilion, which has been passed down for many years, is far more complex than what the outside world sees.
That makes sense. If it weren't for the old monster Dao Profound overseeing the power that controls most of the pills in the Eastern Continent, it would have been devoured by the major sects long ago.
Wen Jiao suppressed her arrogance and said softly:
"If there is any disturbance within the capital, I will send you a message immediately."
"As for the resources needed for cultivation, just ask."
She suddenly covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her beautiful eyes sparkling:
"By the way, the ancient pill formula you collaborated on with the Pill Pavilion has already been settled in spirit stones by the main pavilion. It's quite a sum. I'll have someone deliver it to you later."
Chu Yunfei chuckled and waved his hand.
"No need for spirit stones, I have enough on hand for now."
"However, I do need Jiao'er to help me prepare two things."
Wen Jiao's eyes flickered slightly. She sat up straight and said seriously:
"My lord, please speak freely. Apart from seventh-grade pills, my Pill Pavilion can find all other rare and precious medicinal materials."
Chu Yunfei pondered for a moment, then lowered his voice.
"First, I need a large number of intact monster corpses."
"Rank doesn't matter, from low to high, the only requirement is... it must be perfectly preserved, the demon core must not be broken, and the essence and blood of the entire body must not leak out!"
"The more the better."
Upon hearing this, Wen Jiao was completely stunned.
She opened her beautiful eyes slightly, looking at Chu Yunfei with disbelief, thinking that something was wrong with her ears.
Normally, when ordinary cultivators go into seclusion to break through to a higher realm, they seek nothing more than high-grade pills, rare treasures for breaking through realms, or spirit crystals and mineral marrow.
Whose cultivator is in seclusion and needs a large number of demonic beast corpses?!
Could it be that Chu Yunfei is secretly practicing some kind of demonic art that devours flesh and blood?
"Husband... what do you need the monster's corpse for?"
Wen Jiao couldn't help but ask.
Chu Yunfei looked serious and shook his head.
"This matter involves the secrets of my own cultivation, and I cannot go into details. My Jiao'er, you only need to do as I say."
His gaze was deep, and he solemnly instructed:
"Remember, the collection of demon beast corpses must be carried out secretly in your own name. Absolutely no word must leak out, not even to your father, Pavilion Master Wen."
This concerns the miraculous effects of the Divine Cauldron of Heavenly Mandate and the Divine Elixir.
Ling Zhantian's betrayal put Chu Yunfei on high alert.
He absolutely trusted Wen Jiao, but he dared not gamble on the entire vast and complex Pill Pavilion.
Since the Blood Baleful Intent Tower's tentacles could corrupt Grand Elder Zhou Changgeng of the Jade Firmament Sect without anyone noticing, who can guarantee that there aren't any spies hidden within the Pill Pavilion?
Seeing Chu Yunfei's solemn expression, Wen Jiao immediately suppressed her doubts.
She was an extremely intelligent woman; once she had chosen this man, she would wholeheartedly share his burdens.
"Rest assured, my husband, I will personally arrange this matter, using the secret network of the Pill Pavilion, and I will ensure that no one is alerted."
Wen Jiao nodded and continued to ask:
"And what about the second thing?"
Chu Yunfei lowered his gaze slightly and slowly exhaled.
"The second thing... I need a large quantity of spiritual herbs that can nourish and repair damage to the soul, at least level three, with no upper limit."
"What?!"
Wen Jiaojiao trembled violently, and she suddenly stood up.
Her stunningly beautiful face instantly drained of color, her eyes reddened, and she frantically reached out to grasp Chu Yunfei's pulse.
"My lord, have you suffered a spiritual injury? How serious is it? Let me see!"
The spirit and soul are the foundation of a martial artist.
While broken bones in the physical body can be reattached, once the soul is torn apart, the foundation of one's cultivation is often destroyed, rendering one a complete cripple.
Seeing the girl's eyes welling up with tears, Chu Yunfei felt a warmth in his heart. He took her trembling hand and pulled her to sit down again.
"Silly girl, don't panic."
Chu Yunfei squeezed her soft palm and chuckled:
"Look at me, so full of energy and spirit, do I look like someone whose soul has been severely injured?"
"I'm just taking precautions in case something happens."
Chu Yunfei wasn't lying, but he couldn't tell Wen Jiao the specific purpose of the conversation, lest she worry.
If I were to tell you the truth, this girl would probably faint on the spot.
Wen Jiao checked Chu Yunfei's sea of consciousness several times to confirm that it was as calm as a mirror and there was no sign of his soul being exhausted or torn apart. Only then did she breathe a long sigh of relief.
She stroked her heaving breasts and glared at him reproachfully.
"That scared me to death..."
"However... since it's for unforeseen circumstances, why didn't you just ask for the finished pills, instead of those unrefined, raw medicinal herbs?"
Chu Yunfei picked up the slightly cool spiritual tea, took a sip, and patiently explained:
"Soul-refining pills are extremely rare and hard to find. Not only are the formulas precious, but the difficulty of refining them is ten times greater than that of ordinary pills. The slightest mistake will result in a whole batch of waste, with too much loss."
"The quantity I need is too large; ordinary finished pills simply won't be enough to fill the gap."
"On the contrary, unrefined raw herbs are much easier to collect and less conspicuous."
With the Divine Cauldron of Heavenly Mandate, any spiritual herb thrown in can be directly refined into a pure and unadulterated Origin Divine Liquid, with effects far more powerful and pure than pill formation.
Alchemy?
Just as that lecherous dragon in my sea of consciousness said, even dogs don't practice it.
Upon hearing this, Wen Jiao nodded in sudden understanding.
"I see. Soul-refining pills are indeed extremely difficult to make, with a success rate of less than one in ten. However, simply collecting the spiritual herbs is not difficult."
"I immediately sent a message to all the branch pavilions, instructing them to transfer all the soul-related spiritual medicines from their warehouses to the Pill Pavilion headquarters, and then secretly collect them, striving to bring them back before the Grand Competition."
Chu Yunfei nodded slightly and said earnestly:
"Thank you so much, Jiao'er. I owe Pill Pavilion a great favor for this expense."
Wen Jiao glared at him and playfully poked his chest with her fingertip.
"Don't give me that polite talk. You've taken advantage of me completely, and now you want to be so particular about even this little thing?"
Chu Yunfei chuckled, a warm feeling welling up inside him, and obediently pulled her into his arms.
"Alright, I misspoke."
After calming Wen Jiao, Chu Yunfei walked alone towards the secret room that Wen Jiao had arranged deep in the backyard.
Push open the door, join the formation.
The heavy black iron gate slammed shut, completely cutting off the outside light.
The room was dark and quiet.
Chu Yunfei sat cross-legged, his usual nonchalant demeanor vanishing, and his expression turned serious.
Although he and Wen Jiao had developed feelings for each other, the Pill Pavilion was ultimately not a place where she could make all the decisions.
The resources mobilized for this batch of demon beast corpses and spiritual medicines were naturally considerable. Chu Yunfei, who always distinguished between gratitude and resentment, would never take advantage of the Pill Pavilion for nothing.
Compensation is due.
Chu Yunfei's mind raced, and he immediately remembered the ancient pill formula that Xiaoxiao Dragon had casually tossed to him when they were at the Pill Pavilion in Qingyang City.
With just that one second-grade pill formula, the entire Pill Pavilion treasured it and made a fortune.
If we were to produce another high-grade pill formula...
This is more than enough to offset the cost of this enormous resource.
Thinking of this, Chu Yunfei's lips curled up slightly, and his divine sense instantly sank into the depths of his sea of consciousness, quietly unlocking the barrier that had been sealed off for an entire night.
"Cough cough..."
He coughed twice deep within his consciousness and shamelessly said:
"Um... Lord Dragon King? Are you awake? Can I discuss something with you?"
Within the sea of consciousness, there was a deathly silence.
A full five breaths passed.
A faint, cold laugh exploded deep within his mind:
"Roll!!"
Chu Yunfei: "..."