Ascending to Immortality by Slaying Spirits

Chapter 64 Joining the Pill Pavilion
Inside a room, a waitress served tea, and Zhou Ziyang said, "Brother Zhou, are you saying you want to register your name at our Danxia Pavilion for a period of time?"

“Yes.” Lin Le nodded. “I love to travel the world and support the younger generation, so my money often runs out quickly.”

"I see." Zhou Ziyang nodded. "May I ask what kind of pills you can refine, brother?"

"I can refine all the common grade nine pills," Lin Le said confidently.

Zhou Ziyang said, "Alright, but since you're listing your business, the profit share won't be too much. I can only give you 30% of the profits at most."

"That's a bit too little," Lin Le frowned. "I usually get 60-70% in other places."

Although he had never listed his name on any other alchemy pavilion, he believed that all merchants were cunning and that this old man was definitely trying to lower the price, so it wouldn't hurt to raise it a bit.

"Hey, brother, don't try to fool me." Zhou Ziyang said with dissatisfaction, "Sixty or seventy percent is the share that we alchemists should receive. Giving such a high share to an outsider will make others dissatisfied."

“Those are your own alchemists, trained all the way, so it’s not unreasonable for you to take more. But I’m not one,” Lin Le said. “I didn’t use your medicinal herbs to practice when I became an alchemist.”

“That’s because they signed a long-term agreement with us,” Zhou Ziyang said. “How about this, brother, how about we make a bet?”

Lin Le picked up his teacup and asked, "How does the betting work?"

“We’ll refine five batches of pills, taking three-fifths as the majority. Of these five batches, the majority will be of good quality. I’ll give you 30%, 60% of the superior quality, and 100% of the rare quality!” Zhou Ziyang gestured. “Brother, are you willing to gamble?”

Lin Le took a sip of tea and put it down: "Alright, go prepare the medicine."

“Alright, please follow me,” Zhou Ziyang said, standing up.

Lin Le got up and followed.

Soon, Zhou Ziyang and Lin Le arrived at a pill-refining room.

"Hey, Manager Zhou, what brings you here?"

In the small courtyard in front of the alchemy room, an old man dressed in blue was drinking tea. When he saw Zhou Ziyang enter, he greeted him.

"Elder Yan, a pharmacist from out of town has arrived and wants to register with us for a while," Zhou Ziyang said. "So, we need to test his skills first, right?"

"I see." Old Yan looked at Lin Le beside him, sized him up, and then frowned. "I think you should let him leave quickly to avoid wasting the medicinal herbs."

"Old Yan, what do you mean by that?" Zhou Ziyang's expression changed.

Elder Yan stood up, circled around Lin Le, and then suddenly chuckled and said, "Your Qi and blood are solidified, and you walk with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger. You're a Spirit Platform cultivator. Do you really think a Spirit Platform cultivator can refine pills?"

Lin Le and Zhou Ziyang were both surprised.

However, Lin Le was surprised by Elder Yan's sharp insight, while Zhou Ziyang was surprised because he did not expect Lin Le to be a Spirit Platform cultivator.

Because cultivators of the Lingtai realm attain enlightenment through blood and qi, their true qi is often associated with being domineering and difficult to control, while alchemy is a delicate art.

Therefore, over time, people generally believed that cultivators of the Lingtai realm could not refine pills.

Zhou Ziyang looked at Lin Le: "Brother, are you really a Spirit Platform cultivator?"

"Yes, that's me." Lin Le nodded calmly.

Zhou Ziyang's expression changed, but before he could speak, Elder Yan waved his hand dismissively and said, "Since you've admitted it, get lost. You want to use our medicinal herbs to practice? No way!"

Lin Le didn't move, but slowly said, "But I didn't say I wasn't a Yellow Court cultivator, brother."

"You cultivate both the Yellow Court and Spiritual Platform paths simultaneously?" Elder Yan looked Lin Le over again. "Where's the evidence?"

"Where's your evidence?" Lin Le retorted. "I could also say you're a Spirit Platform cultivator, buddy, show me the proof."

Elder Yan was so angry he laughed: "Everyone around me knows I have a fire spirit root, how could I not be a Yellow Court cultivator!"

"Who knows? How would I know if you colluded with people around you to give false testimony?" Lin Le shrugged.

"Sharp-tongued!" Old Yan said with a gloomy expression.

"Stubborn to the end!" Lin Le retorted sarcastically.

Seeing Lin Le's appearance, Zhou Ziyang couldn't tell whether Lin Le was bluffing or had real strength.

Finally, he thought for a moment and said, "Brother Zhou, could you demonstrate your fire control technique? Elder Yan is in charge of the alchemy room. If you don't show some skill, the listing process might encounter many obstacles." "Alright." Lin Le nodded, then flicked his fingers, and a ball of flame emerged. The flame quickly transformed into a crow and rushed towards Elder Yan beside him.

Old Master Yan frowned, but then waved his sleeve and slapped away the fire crows.

Lin Le looked at Zhou Ziyang: "Is this enough?"

Zhou Ziyang's ability to become a supervisor is due to his insight; this technique of transforming a beast into fire is something only a seasoned expert could accomplish.

"Of course it's enough." Zhou Ziyang cupped his hands in apology, then looked at Elder Yan, "Elder Yan, what do you think?"

"Hmph, let him go." Old Yan waved his sleeve, but did not stop him further.

"Someone, prepare fifteen portions of the ingredients for the Essence Refining Pill," Zhou Ziyang ordered loudly.

Soon, in a secret room, Lin Le had a pill furnace in front of him, with fifteen portions of medicinal herbs beside him.

"Brother, please go ahead and do as you please," Zhou Ziyang said.

Lin Le glanced at the medicinal herbs and said, "Are you kidding me, Manager Zhou? Can bitter bamboo leaves and light bamboo leaves be the same? Or do you think I can't tell the difference?"

Zhou Ziyang glanced at the composed Old Yan standing to the side, stepped forward to check, and then exclaimed in surprise, "It really is!"

Zhou Ziyang apologized to Lin Le, saying, "I'm sorry, it was the apprentices' oversight. I will definitely punish them later."

"Change it quickly." Lin Le waved his hand impatiently.

"Yes." Zhou Ziyang immediately ordered the medicinal herbs to be replaced.

Soon, looking at the closed door to the secret room, Zhou Ziyang smiled wryly at Old Yan beside him and said, "Why bother, Old Yan? They're just putting up a sign. Even if they make a mistake, we can still recover our losses. Why be so aggressive?"

The mistake of taking the wrong medicinal herbs must have been instructed by Master Yan; otherwise, no apprentice would dare to take the herbs carelessly.

"I'm just checking if he has real skills," Old Yan snorted, "so as not to waste resources."

"Greetings from afar." Zhou Ziyang cupped his hands and smiled wryly. What could he do? The person in front of him was the only one here who could refine a high-grade ninth-rank pill.

Inside the sealed room, Lin Le put water in the furnace to heat it, then added medicinal herbs, and then controlled the fire to calcine it. After several operations, after the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Lin Le clapped his hands, and five pills flew out of the furnace.

Lin Le grabbed it, glanced at it, and said it was a good product.

Lin Le stuffed the pill into the bottle and continued refining the medicine.

This time it's premium quality.

The next three were all excellent quality.

With a thought, the Hun Tian Ling wrapped up the remaining medicinal herbs, refining them all and turning them into a pure medicinal liquid for Lin Le to drink.

There are rules for alchemists: once they achieve a one-third success rate in alchemy, they can graduate and start taking orders to refine medicine.

Therefore, ordinary people who seek alchemy to refine pills need to prepare three sets of medicinal materials themselves. If they can succeed on the first try, the remaining materials can be used as "losses" and go into the alchemist's pocket.

Therefore, Lin Le felt no guilt whatsoever when he took the remaining medicinal herbs.

Opening the door to the secret room, Lin Le tossed five bottles of pills to Zhou Ziyang: "Take a look."

Zhou Ziyang took them, opened them one by one, and looked at them. He said in disbelief, "Excellent quality!"

In his opinion, it was already good enough that Lin Le was of good quality; otherwise, how could he be wandering outside? After Elder Yan reminded him that he was a Spirit Platform cultivator, Zhou Ziyang lowered his expectations even further.

But the result was beyond his expectations.

After hearing this, Old Master Yan took a medicine bottle, poured out a pill, and examined it. It had a fiery aroma and was indeed freshly made.

Lin Le straightened his clothes and asked, "How is it?"

"It's alright," Old Yan snorted lightly, then turned and left.

(End of this chapter)