Chapter 491

Chapter 491: Mi Qing Shows Her Power

Three months later, Mi Qing came to deliver food to Fang Lie. She found him frowning at the Pill Furnace, his face smeared with black soot, exhausted and disheveled.

Mi Qing’s heart ached. "Young master, why push yourself so hard? Shouldn’t you rest?"

Fang Lie sighed. "You don’t realize how difficult alchemy is until you try it. I’ve wasted so many precious materials these days, yet I still can’t grasp even the basic fire timing. Everything I refine turns to ash! Now I see—without the Nirvana True Fire, I’m utterly hopeless at this!"

Mi Qing covered her mouth, chuckling. "But young master, you possess the one and only Nirvana True Fire in the world. Why torment yourself?"

"True." Fang Lie stood abruptly. "I’m done with this method. It’s a waste of time and spirit."

"Then stop!" Mi Qing urged.

"But if I halt now, the Pill Furnace won’t produce the required Phenomenon. What if outsiders grow suspicious?" Fang Lie frowned.

"Deliver the pills immediately," Mi Qing suggested.

"So soon? Others take half a year, yet I’d finish in three months? The gap’s too glaring!"

"Blame it on your extraordinary talent," Mi Qing said confidently. "I’ll handle the explanations. They won’t doubt you."

"Very well. I’ll refine a batch of Wood Thunder Pills right now!" Fang Lie reignited the furnace, ignoring his meal.

This time, he abandoned ordinary flames, channeling his inherited true fire and Nirvana fire instead. The spiritual materials melted into pristine Spirit Liquid, blended in precise measures. Within two hours, a supreme-grade Wood Thunder Pill emerged.

Mi Qing inspected the pill, marveling. "Young master, you’re truly a Great Pill Master! This pill’s crystalline, emerald-hued, infused with Yi-wood Divine Lightning’s essence—flawless! Even seasoned alchemists couldn’t match this!"

Fang Lie shook his head. "All thanks to the Nirvana True Fire. Its heaven-defying power skips tedious refining and perfects fusion. Even a fool could masquerade as a master with it."

"You’re no impostor—the fire is your birthright!" Mi Qing countered. "But Immortal Qingning profits wildly this time. Without you, he’d never merit such pills."

"Profit?" Fang Lie snorted. "The pill’s delivered—now he pays his debt. I’ll drain his reserves. Let him resist, and I’ll show no mercy!"

Mi Qing giggled. "Young master, he’s no weakling—a peak Wind Tribulation Immortal from Golden Pool, combat power rivaling Thunder Tribulation Immortals. Can you defeat him?"

"Why fear?" Fang Lie sneered. "I’ve ten Thunder Tribulation Immortal-forged Divine Lightning pearls. We’ll perish together if needed. I revive easily—doubt he shares that luxury."

"Shameless, yet charming!" Mi Qing smiled. "Let’s hope the City Lord chooses wisely."

After Fang Lie ate and retired, Mi Qing changed robes and headed to the City Lord’s mansion.

Her fame ensured swift entry. In the hall, the city’s four powerholders awaited.

Mi Qing bowed. "City Lord. Deputy City Lords."

She ignored Li Wan entirely.

The snub flushed Li Wan crimson. "Harlot!" he roared. "Here to beg excuses for your fraud master’s failure?"

The others’ gazes turned hostile.

Mi Qing’s voice chilled. "What right have you to question my master?" She turned to Immortal Qingning. "City Lord, grant me justice today—or this Wood Thunder Pill…" She produced the pill, threatening destruction.

The pill’s appearance stunned the room. The three leaders glanced at Li Wan, demanding answers. *You called him a fraud—yet here’s the pill. Explain.*

In fact, Li Wan was truly dumbfounded at this moment. His eyes stared unblinkingly at the spirit pill, his entire body frozen as if paralyzed, face filled with incredible disbelief.

Seeing him stubbornly silent, Immortal Qingning finally couldn’t bear it and shouted, "Master Li Wan, is this spirit pill genuine or fake?"

"Of course it’s real! Couldn’t be more real!" Li Wan said bitterly. "Linglong Transparent with essence condensed within, the Yimu Thunder essence brimming to perfection. Most crucially, the Pill toxin commonly found in thunder-type spirit pills is so minimal even my divine sense can’t detect it! Heavens! Are you certain your master is just a Great Pill Master? Not some master alchemist disguising himself to mock me?"

"Hmph!" Mi Qing sneered disdainfully. "You think your status deserves a master alchemist’s attention for mockery?"

"This…" Li Wan became speechless.

Immortal Qingning finally regained composure and hurriedly said, "Miss Mi Qing, let’s discuss properly. Don’t be angry! Servants, prepare seating and tea water!"

"Yes!" Someone immediately responded, bringing Mi Qing a seat and tea.

Mi Qing sat down angrily, coldly retorting, "City Lord, don’t think this settles matters. As a mere maid, I matter little—but my master won’t tolerate insults. Unless you give proper explanation today, I’ll have no choice but to part ways with you!"

"This…" Immortal Qingning looked troubledly at Li Wan, silently urging: Clean up your own mess before I intervene.

Understanding the hint, Li Wan decisively slapped his own face—a sharp crack echoed as his cheek swelled. "I formally apologize to Master Yuan for my words. Please forgive me!" he said earnestly.

Normally, no one could make this alchemist submit—not even Fire Tribulation Immortal. But Master Yuan was different. As a senior alchemist of higher rank, Li Wan should’ve shown respect. Yet he’d called him a fraud—unforgivable without proper amends.

Seeing this attitude, Mi Qing finally relented, saying lightly, "Remember this lesson—don’t casually judge your superiors. It invites disaster."

"Yes, yes, I’ll remember!" Li Wan smiled bitterly. Yet he couldn’t resist asking, "But I swear I made no mistake—Master Yuan truly burned the Herbs for Wood Thunder Pill these days. How then did he produce such supreme spirit pills?"

"That’s my master’s skill!" Mi Qing said haughtily. "Explaining would be wasted—your level’s too low!"

Li Wan flushed crimson with embarrassment.

At this moment, Immortal Wulian who favored Li Wan frowned: "I know some alchemy. Burning Herbs is an apprentice’s error. Even master alchemists don’t intentionally char Herbs before use!"

"Hmph!" Mi Qing sneered. "Implying my master’s fake?"

"Possibly," Immortal Wulian frowned. "This Wood Thunder Pill might be pre-made, not freshly refined!"

Mi Qing’s expression changed, ready to retort. But Li Wan suddenly interjected: "No! This was refined within two hours—the residual heat remains. Impossible to fake!"

"Hear that? Master Li sees clearly, unlike pretenders!" Mi Qing said venomously.

"You—" Immortal Wulian turned scarlet. Were she anyone else, he’d have struck her dead. But facing a Great Pill Master’s confidant, he swallowed his rage.

Immortal Qingning intervened: "Miss Mi Qing, we’ve witnessed Master Yuan’s miraculous methods. We’ll fully supply materials per agreement. Does this satisfy?"

"Not my satisfaction—my young master’s." Mi Qing nodded, pushing the spirit pill over. "Keep your pills."

Immortal Qingning caught it eagerly, examined it, then stored it excitedly. "Here’s the city’s stock—inspect this Jade Slip."

Mi Qing glanced casually. "Acceptable. We’ll take everything."

"What?" Immortal Qingning gasped. "Everything? This quantity isn’t small!"