I’m Actually a Cultivation Bigshot

th-grade medicine! The key lies in how silky smooth it is.
It’s even more suited to be medicinal material than normal ingredients.
Its effects would be even more shocking!”

He suddenly felt a familiar feeling.

When he had first met Xiao Chengfeng’s group, they had also produced a similar treasure.
It was also incredibly stinky, and it seemed very similar to what was in front of him.

However, he quickly tossed the feeling aside.

There were many similar medicines in the world.
There was nothing to think too deeply about.

The Wisdom Pill Pavilion’s disciple laughed.
“Elder, we’ve really made a profit this time.
That stupid dog clearly doesn’t know anything about alchemy.
It even used such a valuable treasure to register.
It’s obviously here just to be laughed at.”

“No, it’s not here to be laughed at.
It’s here to give us treasures.” The third elder smiled as he shook his head.

Give treasures?

That disciple was mildly stunned.

“Third elder, you mean…”

“Later, no matter what this dog makes, let it pass.
I want it to be a part of the Wisdom Pill Pavilion.”

The third elder’s eyes glinted as he let out a cold laugh.
“The fact that it can produce such a treasure means it definitely has more of them.
We have to extort it properly!”

The disciple said respectfully, “Third elder, you’re so smart!”

The third elder passed the box back to the disciple.
“Alright, hurry up and bring this to the inner palace.
It’ll help the master!” “Understood!”

The disciple disappeared immediately.
He hurried on over to the inner palace.
He walked down a long corridor and entered complete darkness.
Wave after wave of an unknown aura permeated the air.

At the refining venue, the alchemist next to Blackie said in disdain, “Stupid dog, you don’t use woks to refine pills.
You use furnaces! Take a look at how I do it.”

“Shut up! Why do I need to listen to you yap around? Don’t buzz around in my ear like a fly.
What I’m doing is called a stir-fried pill.
Someone as ignorant as you wouldn’t know about it.
Just watch my skills!”

Blackie looked at the alchemist with contempt before it flared its teeth at the alchemist.

“Dumb dog.
You ruffian!”

The alchemist’s face reddened in anger.
He decided to shift his anger into skill as he focused on refining his pill.
All the ingredients for the pill had been provided by the Wisdom Pill Pavilion.
Blackie did not even bother looking at the ingredients.
He shoved them all into the wok before he spat out a mouthful of fire.
He then started to move the wok as if he was frying up vegetables.
Everyone watched as Blackie stood on two feet, constantly moving the wok around like a chef.

They were all dumbfounded.

It was far too absurd.

“It’s frying it up.
It’s actually starting to fry up the pills!”

“It’s done for.
All those ingredients have been wasted.”

“Dumb dog.
What a dumb dog! Those ingredients would’ve been better off being swallowed than fried!”

“It’s too much!”

The alchemist that had been furious saw the sight and his eyes widened.
He had almost faltered on the spot and destroyed his furnace.

Everyone knew that too much went into refining pills.

Even putting aside managing the furnace and the fire, just the order of placing the ingredients in could not be messed up.
Each ingredient needed to be placed inside at certain time frames.
Just a moment too long or short would cause the pill to fail.

At the same time, they needed to control the flames at all points.

The furnace needed to be stable as well.
It could not be allowed to shake.

Basically, alchemy was an incredibly difficult art.

Blackie’s rough ways were not in line with alchemy at all.
It was clearly destroying the ingredients!