Chapter 138

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Chapter 138: Don’t Come to Me for Help

Yi Qianmo thought he might have counted wrong, so he counted several times again and finally realized there really were nine. This made him a bit excited.

This was his third attempt at alchemy. He had failed the first time, managed to make a first-grade extreme-realm pill the second time, and now he had surprisingly created a batch of nine pills. If he told anyone, they probably wouldn’t believe him.

However, when he looked closely, he noticed that although it was a batch of nine pills, their quality wasn’t very high, mostly between two and three patterns.

The highest quality one was only a five-pattern pill.

"I should be able to submit the task now."

Yi Qianmo put away the potion and walked outside.

Because the door was closed, the barrier inside opened, so the people outside did not hear any sounds.

When they saw Yi Qianmo come out so quickly, they were a bit surprised, but they knew that two hours was far from enough to create a batch of potions.

A smile immediately appeared on his face.

However, Zhou Yueyue’s face did not look good, because he knew that Yi Qianmo coming out now only meant one thing: the potion making had failed, and the people present clearly could not give him another chance to try.

Still, he stepped forward, holding onto a glimmer of hope, and asked, "How did it go? Were you successful?"

"Not…"

Before Yi Qianmo could finish, a voice interrupted, "It’s unlikely you could succeed in just two hours, Minister Professor!"

The speaker was Wang Mian.

"If he can’t even make a first-grade pill, how can he be the Deputy Pavilion Lord of my Pill Pavilion?"

Lu Wen said coldly; before, his tone was polite, but now it was different because Yi Qianmo had failed in his attempt.

"Making pills can fail sometimes; after all… even I can’t guarantee success every time."

Although Zhou Yueyue was trying to defend Yi Qianmo, her tone was very weak.

He naturally understood Yi Qianmo’s "almost" as "just a little bit off."

"That’s not the right way to look at it. It’s fine if he fails in making pills, but as the Deputy Pavilion Lord, not being able to make a first-grade pill is certainly not suitable."

Ge Qing interjected, "Tomorrow, the Old Pavilion Lord will come. If he is to be tested, what face will Pill Pavilion have left? Hand over the Deputy Pavilion Lord Token, and we’ll talk when you become a second-grade Pill Master!"

As he spoke, Wang Mian stepped forward and said, "Minister Professor Yi, please hand over the Pill Pavilion Token."

From the very beginning, Wang Mian never referred to Yi Qianmo as the Deputy Pavilion Lord; in his eyes, Yi Qianmo had no right to be the Deputy Pavilion Lord. As for whether he was a Minister Professor, that was none of his concern, but he absolutely could not be a Deputy Pavilion Lord.

"Was it a failure in refining, or did he not refine at all?"

"He used his own Pill Furnace; he probably wouldn’t dare to let Deputy Pavilion Lord inspect it."

"Of course, it makes sense to remove him as Deputy Pavilion Lord if he really can’t refine pills. After all, how could our Pill Pavilion have a Deputy Pavilion Lord who can’t even refine pills?"

Everyone was talking among themselves. This scene truly brought them joy; they had been tolerating Yi Qianmo for a long time.

When Yi Qianmo delayed giving up the Token, Wang Mian said with a stern face, "Minister Professor Yi, please hand over the Token. Don’t humiliate yourself any further. If you don’t care about your face, we at Pill Pavilion still do!"

Zhou Yueyue frowned.

Before he could speak, Yi Qianmo took out the Token. Wang Mian smirked and reached for it, but Yi Qianmo did not give it to him.

"What? Minister Professor Yi really wants to humiliate himself and let us inspect your Pill Furnace?"

Wang Mian said with annoyance.

"I will give you the Token, but you must be clear with your words!" Yi Qianmo said, "First of all, this Pavilion Lord task is not something I wanted to do; it was you who asked me to do it!"

"How dare you be so arrogant!!!"

The courtyard was in an uproar, everyone stared at him with anger, except for Zhou Yueyue, who lowered her head, feeling sorry for Yi Qianmo.

But Yi Qianmo ignored them. He threw the Token to Wang Mian and continued, "Now it’s you who need to take back the Token, not me who needs to give it away. Don’t come asking me later!"

"Ask you?"

Ge Qing sneered, "We have been polite enough not to throw you out!"

"Lastly…"

However, Yi Qianmo did not pay attention; he took out a pill and said, "It’s not that I didn’t make the pills; it’s just that you didn’t give me a chance to speak!"

After saying that, Yi Qianmo shoved the pill into Minister Professor Zhou’s hand and said, "We are still friends. If you want to see me make pills, come to my home, but I don’t want to stay in a stinky place like the Pill Pavilion for even a moment."

After he finished speaking, Yi Qianmo walked straight out of the courtyard, leaving a group of people staring in shock.

Zhou Yueyue then realized, and he opened his hands to see a round and plump pill lying in them, giving off a warm glow; it was the Body Origin Fixing Pill.

"Arrogant! This little brat is way too arrogant!!"

Ge Qing shouted in anger.

But just then, Zhou Yueyue turned his head and threw the pill to Ge Qing, saying, "Arrogant? You two old folks, open your eyes and take a good look at what this is. If you can create this within two hours, I’ll let the old man give you the title of Pavilion Lord!"

After saying this, he reached out and took the Token back from Wang Mian’s hands. Thinking about the sarcasm in his words, he felt anger rise up within him and turned back to slap him.

"Slap!"

Caught off guard, Wang Mian was knocked to the ground.

The people present looked on in shock, not understanding what had just happened.

"Body Origin Fixing Pill, it is indeed the Body Origin Fixing Pill, and it’s the four-pattern Body Origin Fixing Pill!"

Ge Qing suddenly spoke up, and they all looked over.

"Impossible, how could you make a Body Origin Fixing Pill in just two hours!"

Lu Wen leaned in closer.

But Ge Qing silently handed him the pill, and when Lu Wen saw it, his expression changed completely. They were both Pill Masters and could tell how long the pill had been made based on its quality.

The pill in front of them was smooth on the outside, and the warmth inside was still there, clearly just made.

"My lords, this must have been made long ago, right?"

Wang Mian, who had been knocked down, stood up and asked with hopeful eyes.

But Ge Qing and Lu Wen both shook their heads. Lu Wen, holding the pill, said, "The four-pattern Body Origin Fixing Pill was made in less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea!"

"Hiss!"

Everyone in the courtyard gasped in surprise, and then there was a deep silence; no one could say a word.

Although it was only a first-grade Body Origin Fixing Pill, Yi Qianmo managed to make it in just two hours, which had never happened before in the Pill Pavilion.

Not to mention, Yi Qianmo was still at the eighth level of the Qi Refining Stage and had overcome Wang Jun’s cultivation!

They had previously doubted that Yi Qianmo could make pills, thinking that the old Pavilion Lord and Zhou Yueyue were faking it, simply because Yi Qianmo had such advanced skills but was so young.

Balancing pill making with his cultivation seemed almost impossible!

But at this moment, they realized that what they thought was impossible was only because they were unable to achieve it.

Wang Mian’s face turned pale, and he was extremely anxious inside; that slap from Zhou Yueyue represented her immense disappointment in him. After offending Zhou Yueyue, how could he continue to stay in the Pill Pavilion?

Lu Wen and Ge Qing looked at each other; after experiencing many storms, they now didn’t know how to end this situation.