Chapter 77

Chen Haiguang was also in a good mood. Although these junior disciples were young, they were really lively and daring, and they had even managed to stir up some fighting spirit among the senior disciples.

Thinking about it, he had been practicing alchemy for five years. What level had he reached?

Chen Haiguang himself was not sure. Everyone said that the pills from the Immortal Source Hall were the real deal. As an alchemist, this was a blatant slap in the face. Had he become a seller of fake pills?

Not only Wang Meng, but the number of people inquiring over the past two days had gradually increased. It seemed that everyone had suddenly regained their vitality and enthusiasm.

Actually, when he thought about it, there was nothing to be ashamed of. If someone pointed out a problem, it might even help him improve!

The excitement at the Thunderlight Pavilion also lifted the entire atmosphere of the Thunderlight Hall. People tend to follow the crowd, and when someone takes the lead and turns things around with actual actions, everyone has a sense of heroism; no one wants to be a coward.

The Alchemy Cauldron Pavilion, which Chen Haiguang was in charge of, suddenly became lively. Some made reservations, some wanted immediate use, and those who needed it right away had clearly prepared the materials long ago; they just lacked the courage to take that step, fearing that others would cancel.

"Senior Brother Chen, I want a second-grade cauldron!"

"Senior Brother Chen, give me a third-grade furnace."

"Senior Brother Chen..."

Chen Haiguang's head was spinning. "I said, take it slow, one by one. There's plenty of time."

For the same grade, a cauldron was better than a furnace, and of course, the rental price would be higher.

Chen Haiguang secretly kept a third-grade cauldron for himself. After all, he was capable of refining third-grade pills. Seeing that most people were asking for second-grade pill furnaces, and even some were trying first-grade, a sense of pride welled up in Chen Haiguang. His confidence was growing; this was what cultivation was all about.

The advantage of the Holy Hall's model was that it could improve the disciples' levels by boosting their confidence. When a person is confident and feels joyful, the possibility of breaking through is greatly increased.

And all of this was brought about by the system, without the elders having to constantly chase after them. This is why other sects found it strange that the Holy Hall could stand firm and that the experts of the Holy Hall didn't seem to spend much effort.

Everyone found their own value.

As for Wang Meng, he had long been ignored in the alchemy room, but he was enjoying himself.

He had seen many things, and even more impressive ones, but refining pills was a completely different matter, especially in this environment, with this calm and peaceful state of mind. Wang Meng was thoroughly enjoying it.

The first furnace was already open, with a bottle of first-grade Qi-Supplementing Pills. These were actually for treating simple physical abnormalities, such as stuttering.

Wang Meng popped one in his mouth... the taste was quite good. Feeling the medicinal power bloom within his body, a sense of joy welled up in him, almost as much as his own breakthrough.

This was probably why Holy Cultivators were so "meddlesome."

In the eyes of evil and demonic cultivators, Holy Cultivators were a bunch of troublemakers who were full of themselves. They couldn't understand why Holy Cultivators would meddle in things that had nothing to do with them.

"Heaven is indifferent, but humans have feelings," Wang Meng couldn't help but sigh, holding his Qi-Supplementing Pill.

His body hair stood on end... it was too sappy.

After refining the Qi-Supplementing Pills, Wang Meng couldn't wait to test their effectiveness. He rushed to the Thunderlight Pavilion.

The Thunderlight Pavilion was also in a frenzy. Wang Meng dragged Ma Tian'er out. "Junior Sister, where's Little Stutter?"

"I'll go get her."

Ma Tian'er quickly found Little Stutter, who was busy and dizzy from the work. When there were many people, she was responsible for finding things inside, but watching her senior sisters and junior sisters work enthusiastically while she could only run around made her a bit sad.

"Senior... Senior Brother, you... you're looking for me?" Little Stutter smiled.

"Junior Sister Zheng, I... I have a very special pill here. You can try it," Wang Meng thought for a moment and decided not to mention that he had refined it himself; otherwise, no one would dare to take it.

"Oh, what is it?"

"A Heavenly Circle Pill given by a senior. It can adjust the body's energy field. Your speech difficulties are due to a disorder. Try it," Wang Meng changed the name; "Qi-Supplementing" sounded too harsh.

"R... Really?"

"Trust Big Brother Wang. He's very capable, and he's friends with Elder Zhou, who is the most skilled alchemist in our Holy Hall!" Ma Tian'er, seeing Little Stutter's doubt, quickly added, "Big Brother Wang is the most enthusiastic!"

"Thank... thank you, Senior Brother!"

Little Stutter bowed hastily, making Wang Meng a bit embarrassed. He hadn't thought so much when he came here, and he wasn't sure if the Heavenly Circle Pill would work. After all, it was an old pill formula.

"Don't thank me. I'm not sure if it works, but it's definitely harmless. You're busy, so I'll leave first."

Inside, Liu Mei was already shouting at the top of her lungs. She was a dominant figure in the Thunderlight Pavilion, and no one could afford to offend her. Ma Tian'er and Little Stutter quickly ran back to help.

After a small test, Wang Meng gained confidence in his alchemy. Preparing the materials, he decided to do something for the Hundred Treasures Hall. Although he couldn't refine anything great, as Hu Jing and the others had said, he needed to show himself.

Show himself?

Wang Meng couldn't help but smile. He was becoming more and more like a Holy Cultivator.

Although Suo Ming was quiet, he was not isolated. With his great vengeance avenged, the next step was how to repay Wang Meng's kindness. Wang Meng clearly wanted the Thunderlight Hall to do well, so Suo Ming had to find a way to make it happen.

Wang Meng went to Suo Ming's residence and found only his shadow eagle perched at the door, quiet and patient, just like its owner.

"Little guy, where's Suo Ming?"

The shadow eagle recognized Wang Meng and immediately led him to Suo Ming, who was sweating profusely in the forging pavilion.

This was not just to bring glory to the Thunderlight Hall but also to carry on Uncle Lin's legacy. Uncle Lin loved forging and enjoyed making suitable weapons for others.

Suo Ming had learned a lot from Uncle Lin in the past. Lin Ying had sent him to become a physical cultivator, hoping that Suo Ming would one day inherit his legacy. However, at the Cross Mountain Hall, there was no need for forging; they just needed to be tough and good at fighting.

Here, especially in recent times, Suo Ming felt that the Lin family was still alive, living in his heart. He found peace in forging.

Wang Meng had been there for a while, quietly watching and feeling the calm and nostalgia in Suo Ming's heart.

After finishing the sword, Suo Ming looked at it for a long time. Although Wang Bo was the elder of physical cultivation, his forging skills were average, and the guidance he gave to Suo Ming was quite limited. In Wang Bo's view, Suo Ming should focus on physical cultivation and not think about other things, but Suo Ming was very dedicated to forging.

For most cultivators in the small world, the idea of ascending was far from their minds, and Suo Ming was no exception. He wanted to live meaningfully.

"Boss, you're here."

"Hehe, watching you forge is very interesting and engaging, but I still think being a chef suits you better," Wang Meng laughed.

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