They had agreed on half a month, so of course Chen Che wasn't foolish enough to hand over the pills on the fourth day.
For every day he delayed,
he could fleece Meng Qingxuan for another day's worth of expensive materials.
Why was it so expensive to train an Alchemy Master?
Because from the moment a batch of Spirit Grass was put into a Pill Furnace, it was the same as burning money. Why did so many students fail at alchemy, even after memorizing the Pill Formulas until they knew them by heart? It was because they lacked practice, resulting in a low success rate.
The same was true in Yunzhou.
"CHIRP! CHIRP!"
The Little Chick circled the Pill Furnace, flapping its wings and darting about anxiously.
Though it had been less than a month since it hatched,
it had already grown to weigh five or six pounds, making it a size larger than a two-and-a-half-year-old free-range chicken. Its body, covered in yellow fuzz, made it look a little goofy.
