Kapitel 195: More Troubles for the Popular, Fewer for the Powerful
Since Chen Xia had been winning people over with kindness, more and more cultivators had come to join. When the pavilion couldn't accommodate them all, they lined up one after another behind.
Everyone was rewarded with spirit pills. Anyway, Chen Xia didn't need to provide the medicinal materials himself. He just casually refined them.
After that day, Qiu Yi never came to the entrance again. Perhaps her Dao heart had fluctuated too much and she couldn't calm down for a while.
She just couldn't accept that a cultivator she had casually recruited into the Little Pill Hall could take out half a Dao pill that even mighty beings at the Mountain-Moving Realm would covet.
It was like you picked up a dog on the roadside and kept it at home casually. But after a few days, the dog had become a wealthy figure known far and wide in your village.
It was full of mystery, fantasy, and even some horror elements.
Qiu Yi couldn't figure it out no matter how hard she thought. These days, she often stared blankly at the sky, her pretty face looking lost, with no train of thought.
Now, after several months of development, the Little Pill Hall had started to become a bit abnormal.
The low-ranking cultivators, including some elders, had become loyal followers of Chen Xia. They gathered around the pavilion every day, just waiting to do things for him.
This extremely enthusiastic and somewhat crazy behavior naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of others, who came to scold them one after another.
And then, very quickly.
There was no one dissatisfied anymore.
Everyone was in a harmonious atmosphere, gathering around Chen Xia's pavilion to fawn over him.
Chen Xia also got the medicinal materials for nourishing his body. After refining and swallowing them, his body had mostly recovered. The three million flying swords were stable and no longer eager to rush out of his body.
There were many cultivators coming and going outside the pavilion every day.
Chen Xia frowned slightly. Not liking the noisy and chaotic atmosphere, he decided to change the rules.
He would start charging for refining pills for these cultivators.
There was no specific amount set, but they had to give something.
As soon as the rule was changed, a cultivator rushed in, carrying ten spirit stones. He urgently asked Chen Xia to refine a medium-grade spirit pill for him.
For the cultivators of the Little Pill Hall, these ten spirit stones were already a large sum of money, and the medium-grade spirit pill he wanted to refine was even rarer and more precious.
Chen Xia took the spirit stones and the medicinal materials and gave a reminder.
"I can refine it, but the refined pill might not be what you expect."
"Ah?" The cultivator was a bit puzzled and quickly asked, "It doesn't matter if the color and grade of the pill are a bit lower, just not too low..."
"I mean it might be better." Chen Xia interrupted.
This left the cultivator at a loss. He stood there blankly.
These were the slain materials he had given. How could a better pill be refined?
This didn't conform to the Dao of Pills!
Chen Xia didn't bother to explain. He picked up the medicinal materials, casually threw them into the iron pot beside, closed the lid, and said.
"Wait two minutes."
The cultivator was a bit hopeless. He waited by the side, seeing that there was no movement in the iron pot.
Chen Xia took a sip of tea and, estimating that the time was about right, snapped his fingers. Orange-yellow flames sprang up from his hand, and he pressed hard on the lid. Then he opened it.
A thick fragrance of pills filled the air, and a brand-new high-grade spirit pill emerged.
The cultivator's breathing became rapid. He stared blankly at the high-grade spirit pill. Although he didn't understand how it was done, he thought it was amazing.
"Take it." Chen Xia said casually and handed the high-grade spirit pill to him.
After that, Chen Xia's reputation as a pill refiner was truly established. The cultivators all said that a master pill refiner had emerged in the Little Pill Hall, who could refine high-grade spirit pills and even half a Dao pill.
The appearance of a pill refiner of this level naturally caused a great stir around and even some news spread throughout Qingzhou.
Other cultivators asked curiously, saying how this master pill refiner had emerged and where he had studied.
The cultivators of the Little Pill Hall couldn't answer. They could only say that he came from outside the region and was now working as a guard in the Little Pill Hall.
Those who heard the question frowned.
What kind of guard was so incredible?
When one becomes famous, troubles follow.
Besides the cultivators of the Little Pill Hall, those from other sects also came to find Chen Xia, wanting him to help refine pills.
If they were polite human cultivators, they would be thorough in both rewards and etiquette, which satisfied Chen Xia.
Often, he could get ten spirit stones for refining one spirit pill, which was quite good in this area.
But there were also impolite ones, and Chen Xia soon encountered them.
A figure that blotted out the sky flew over from a distance. It circled arrogantly twice above the Little Pill Hall and then transformed into a human shape and landed, extremely arrogant and conceited.
The elder of the Little Pill Hall didn't dare to be negligent and quickly went up to greet him.
"Welcome, Lord Bai Wu!"
Bai Wu, an Ancient Species, looked disdainfully at the elder of the Little Pill Hall, his tone full of superiority as he asked slowly.
"I heard that a master pill refiner has emerged in your sect?"
"Yes, yes. A very powerful master pill refiner." The elder quickly nodded in agreement.
"How powerful?"
Bai Wu narrowed his eyes.
"Er... er... Probably at the top level in the Little Pill Hall." The elder swallowed hard and replied hesitantly.
"Ha, your Little Pill Hall isn't anything remarkable. If he's only the top in the Little Pill Hall, then I'm going to be a bit dissatisfied."
"Since you've boasted so much before and now you make me dissatisfied, I can't guarantee that nothing will be done to the Little Pill Hall."
Bai Wu sneered and said words that made the elder's body tremble.
The elder hung his head and didn't know how to reply. He could only stand there blankly.
Bai Wu shook his head and sneered again.
"Alright, take me to see. With the level of your Little Pill Hall, if it weren't for the Qiu family backing you up, you'd have been wiped out long ago in Qingzhou."
"Yes, yes." The elder quickly nodded and led the way.
Bai Wu sneered and muttered.
"I heard that the heir of the Qiu family is also in the Little Pill Hall. Haven't seen her for a long time. I was one step behind her in a previous fight. I can get my revenge today."
The elder didn't dare to make a sound and just led the way with his head down.
The journey wasn't long and they arrived soon.
Chen Xia was sitting in the pavilion, legs crossed, drinking tea and looking at the snow scenery that hadn't completely disappeared. His life was quite enjoyable.
The elder deliberately called out, "Sir, Lord Bai Wu of the Ancient Species has come to see you."
He deliberately emphasized the words "Ancient Species" to remind Chen Xia.
However, Bai Wu directly pushed him aside and walked towards the pavilion, laughing at Chen Xia. "You're the so-called new master pill refiner?"
Chen Xia glanced at him and recognized from his physical features that he was a White Flame Sparrow. He just didn't know if he was the one that had flown past when he climbed the mountain.
"I'm not a master pill refiner. I don't understand pill refining. I just can do it." Chen Xia answered honestly.
"Don't understand but can do it? You think you can fool me like those stupid fools outside. I'm not interested in what your secret is. You have to make it clear to me today."
"Otherwise, you won't be able to leave this small area of the Little Pill Hall."
Bai Wu's sneering expression suddenly turned fierce and he shouted again.
"Get down here and talk!"
The elder beside was so frightened that he couldn't speak. His body trembled.
Chen Xia wasn't in a hurry. His face was still calm. He slowly got down from the chair, his feet lightly stepping on the ground. His green clothes fluttered and he nodded.
"You're still being too presumptuous."
Today.
Most of the ten-thousand-meter-long mountain climbing path in the Little Pill Hall was shattered.
A twisted figure was at the bottom of the shattered area, blood flowing everywhere. It could vaguely be seen to be in the shape of a flying bird.
The figure in green clothes stood on the inverted mountain peak, his expression calm.
When one becomes famous, troubles follow.
When one becomes strong, troubles decrease.
Because you're always right.
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