Chapter 737

Chapter 737: Wonderful Misunderstanding

"Haha!" Madam Hu laughed and said, "It was my mistake! If he can refine a spirit pill for me this time, you don’t need his reward. I’ll give you one hundred thousand small spirit pearls!"

"Really?" Li Qing immediately asked excitedly.

"Of course it’s true! You brought me the opportunity to advance through the Fire Tribulation, so one hundred thousand spirit pearls are nothing," Madam Hu said proudly.

"Hehe, then I will thank you very much, Madam!" Li Qing replied with a big smile.

"You, really, the foolish have their good fortune!" Madam Hu suddenly said, "What we lack the most here are spirit pills. We also lack spirit pills and high-level alchemists. If you meet a master alchemist who stays for ten years this time, let me tell you, you will soar high for the rest of your life! By then, I might even have to ask you for help!"

"How could that be?" Li Qing said in shock.

"How could it not be?" Madam Hu sneered. "You still don’t understand the value of a master alchemist. Even Semi-Immortals would seek his help, and his position is above the Thunder Tribulation Immortal. Anyone who wants spirit pills must contact him respectfully, and by then, just to send him a message will likely cost tens of thousands of small spirit pearls."

"It can be like that?" Li Qing was astonished.

"Of course it can! This is called when one person achieves success, even the chickens and dogs rise to the sky!" Madam Hu laughed and said, "If he is really a master alchemist, I’m the chicken, and you’re the dog; we can both soar high together. By then, I might even need your support!"

"Too much flattery! I’ll follow your orders, Madam!" Li Qing, not being foolish, quickly expressed his sincerity.

"Hehe~" Madam Hu smiled slightly, satisfied, and said, "If that’s the case, then I guarantee you will soar high in the future!"

"Hehe, thank you, Madam!" Li Qing quickly replied with a smile.

At that moment, suddenly, Madam Hu’s face changed, and she quickly took a few deep breaths and said, "Little Li, do you smell a fragrance?"

"Yes, the fragrance of herbs. It’s so nice!" Li Qing said with energy, "Where is it coming from?"

"Do I even need to ask? Of course, it’s the Master starting to refine pills!" Madam Hu said excitedly. "Just from this fragrance, I can tell the Master is definitely not a fake. We need to seal this place right away; we can’t let the fragrance spread, or else, if news gets out, we won’t have a chance to flatter the Master!"

After saying that, Madam Hu hurriedly took out a token and began to use it to control the restrictions of the entire Treasure Tower.

In the blink of an eye, it was the next day. Fang Lie climbed out of bed, stretched lazily, then washed up and dressed neatly before walking to the living room and sitting at the dining table.

Next, Fang Lie shot out a beam of Spiritual Light, notifying the people in the Treasure Tower to come in and serve him.

What Fang Lie did not expect was that as soon as he sent out the Spiritual Light, Madam Hu and Li Qing came in.

Fang Lie was stunned and couldn’t help but say, "Are you two also just happening to come?"

Normally, Fang Lie would give the notice, and first, a maid would come to serve him, then the maid would notify the two; there should be a process.

Madam Hu didn’t dare to hide anything and quickly said, "Master, it was just the two of us waiting outside all night!"

"Were you afraid I would run away?" Fang Lie replied somewhat unhappily.

"Dare I! Dare I!" Madam Hu hurriedly said with a sweet voice, "I was afraid I wouldn’t serve the Master well, and I was really concerned about my opportunity to advance. If I offended you in any way, Master, please forgive me!"

As she spoke, Madam Hu actually knelt down in front of Fang Lie, hugging his leg with both hands, her bosom brushing against Fang Lie’s knee.

Looking down at her, Fang Lie instantly saw a glimpse of whiteness through her collar.

Facing a weak woman in such a pose, Fang Lie’s anger vanished immediately, and he quickly waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, get up quickly! Here’s your spirit pill!"

Saying that, Fang Lie handed a Jade Bottle to Madam Hu.

Madam Hu took it and saw three spirit pills the size of longans swirling inside. She immediately exclaimed excitedly, "Oh my, three? All top-grade! VIP Sir, I mean, Master, you really are a Master!"

Seeing her excitement, it was as if she wished to lie on the ground and let Fang Lie step on her to feel content.

However, Fang Lie felt a bit guilty because he had refined ten spirit pills, with half of them being supreme; the remaining top-grade ones were just garbage in his eyes.

According to the rules of alchemists, a single high-grade spirit pill should suffice. Fang Lie’s offering of three pills went far beyond basic courtesy.

Unknown to him, this act exposed his secret. Only he could utilize Nirvana fire to refine so many pills in one batch. Even master alchemists rarely produced three pills per furnace, with most herbs wasted.

Fortunately, Madam Hu’s limited knowledge made her assume Fang Lie had simply been generous. She remained oblivious to the truth.

Fang Lie ignored her flattery. "Now that you’re satisfied," he said flatly, "where’s my reward?"

"Right here!" Madam Hu hastily presented Immortal Crystals.

After inspecting them, Fang Lie nodded. "I’ll conduct closed-door training for a few days to test these. Leave me undisturbed."

"Of course!" Madam Hu bowed, retreating with Li Qing.

"Wait," Fang Lie interrupted. "Bring proper spirit food. I’m hungry."

"At once!" Madam Hu paled. "But our best comes from Sixth-Rank materials… each meal costs millions of spirit pearls."

"What?" Fang Lie snapped. "You call Sixth-Rank scraps ‘spirit food’? At those prices?"

Mo Qianxun had spoiled him with Eighth-Rank ingredients and Ninth-Rank Demon King meat, expertly prepared over days. This poor substitute enraged him.

"We’re in a wasteland!" Madam Hu pleaded. "No herbs grow for millions of miles. All provisions come from towns sixty million miles distant. Even Sixth-Rank materials cost fortunes here!"

"Pathetic." Fang Lie scoffed. "I dined on Eighth-Rank beasts and ten-thousand-year spirit wines at home. Yet you call this Fire Tribulation-infested, Thunder Tribulation-swarmed Star Loss City civilized?"

Madam Hun stammered helplessly.

"Enough," Fang Lie waved dismissively. "Bring whatever passes for decent fare here."

Madam Hu scurried off, personally supervising chefs to prepare their finest dishes. She assigned a dozen maids to serve him before hurrying to the City Lord’s mansion.

Deputy City Lord An Daoren sat motionless in his Dao Robe, resembling a corpse on his cloud bed. The late-stage Thunder Tribulation cultivator ruled Star Loss City during the City Lord’s seclusion.

Madam Hu prostrated. "Granddaughter greets the ancestor!"

The withered figure remained silent.

"A master alchemist resides in our Treasure Tower!" she blurted.

An Daoren’s eyes snapped open. "Nonsense! We export all alchemy resources. Why would one come here?"

"See for yourself!" She presented Fang Lie’s pills. "He refined these Eighth-Rank High-Grade pills overnight!"

An Daoren inspected them, fingers trembling. "Near-supreme quality! Each equals three ordinary pills. These could push you through Fire Tribulation. Only true masters craft such work!"

"Yet doubts remain," Madam Hu confessed. "His cultivation seems weaker than mine, yet his energy rivals yours. Under a century old. Completed in hours what takes others years. Only the lingering furnace heat convinced me."

"Fascinating." An Daoren stroked his beard. "Could he be Xuan Sect’s hidden Core Inner Gate Disciple?"

"He denies Xuan ties. Wears concealing black robes. Shared neither name nor origin."

"Of course not!" An Daoren chuckled. "Why would such talent visit our backwater? Discover his purpose!"