The sky was dark, the wind was howling, and yellow sand was dancing wildly in the sky. The world was dark and gloomy in the sandstorm.
Three giant dragon ships paused in mid-air and formed a triangle, with their protective shields fully activated and connected into one.
The Qigong disciples on the boat shouted and tightened the ropes, folded the sails one by one, waited for the storm to pass, and continued to sail west.
The door of a quiet room deep in the cabin was opened from the inside, and Zhu Meng, a female cultivator in her early twenties in the late stage of Qi training, tiptoed out holding a tray with two storage bags on it.
She had just closed the door when the doors of several quiet rooms around her were opened a crack.
The male and female Qi-cultivating monks who served the alchemists and talisman makers all leaned out, their eyes fixed on the tray in Zhu Meng's hand.
"Zhu Meng, how many pills did Master Jiang refine today?"
"How many talismans did she draw today? Could it be another hundred?"
Zhu Meng glanced at the inquisitive faces around him, and through them, he saw that the alchemists in the quiet room also tilted their ears slightly, and the talisman makers' pens dipped in talisman sand stopped in mid-air.
Zhu Meng cleared his throat, "Master Jiang only opened five furnaces of rejuvenation pills today, one less than yesterday."
All the alchemists felt their backs relax.
"But the success rate is higher than yesterday, so there are seven more pills than yesterday!"
Bang bang bang!
The strong wind blew against the door, and all the doors of the alchemists' rooms were slammed shut, causing chaos inside.
"Why did you open the door so carelessly? If you disturb my alchemy, you will be held responsible!"
"Hurry up and prepare the spiritual medicine. I will open the sixth... No, the seventh furnace today!"
Zhu Meng raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said to the Qigong monks who were serving the talisman maker: "Uncle Jiang drew 110 talismans today."
Bang!
One talisman maker got so angry that he threw his talisman pen.
"She is simply a monster. She refines pills and makes talismans every day. Both the quality and quantity are not inferior to those who specialize in refining pills and making talismans."
"Yeah, how can people live like this? It makes other alchemists and talisman makers seem to be lazy."
"I can testify that my uncle-in-law was definitely not lazy, but his success rate is indeed not as good as..."
"Close the door and stop chatting!"
Several Qigong practitioners shook their heads and sighed, then went back to help.
Zhu Meng smiled and took the tray to report. She had been following this Uncle Jiang for more than half a month. Because Uncle Jiang's daily output was astonishing, she also received a lot of rewards.
Zhu Meng had great admiration for Master Uncle Jiang. She had never seen a cultivator who was more hardworking and self-disciplined than her.
Uncle Jiang really never rests. She sits in front of the alchemy furnace every day. When the alchemy furnace does not need to be fed with spiritual energy, she moves the low table to make talismans.
She treats making talismans as a break. When her right hand gets tired, she can use her left hand to draw. Sometimes, she draws with both hands at the same time, and even throws elixirs into the alchemy furnace while drawing. What a spectacle! What a strange person!
Zhu Meng delivered the pills and talismans to the supply department. Manager Li, who had a goatee, saw her smiling face and personally came out from behind the table to take the tray from her hand.
After checking the contents, Manager Li couldn't stop smiling.
"What are you so happy about?"
Wu Lie, the Jindan elder of Baji Sect, strode over with his head held high.
Zhu Meng hurriedly bowed his head and stepped aside.
Manager Li went up to her and said happily, "I am always happy when Fellow Daoist Jiang comes to hand in his pills and talismans. Elder, look, she has seven more rejuvenation pills and ten ninth-grade talismans than yesterday. It's a pity that she is alone. Otherwise, if there were dozens more like her, we wouldn't have to worry about the logistics for this battle."
Wu Lie nodded in appreciation, "I have heard a lot about her. Compared to her, the salaries of the other alchemists and talisman makers are still too much. I must keep this person in the Baji Sect and ask her what she likes."
Hearing this, Manager Li smiled awkwardly, "In fact, the things that this fellow Daoist Jiang likes are very simple, just spirit stones and beast souls, especially beast souls. I don't know what new things she is researching, but she consumes dozens of beast souls every day."
Wu Lie raised his eyebrows, "Oh? She refines pills and makes talismans every day, and she still has time to research new things? She is so hardworking and motivated, no wonder she has reached the initial stage of foundation building at such a young age, and is also an eighth-grade pill refiner and eighth-grade talisman maker. Pass my order and increase the spiritual stones you offer her by 10%."
After Wu Lie left, Zhu Meng, who was standing beside him, really didn't know how to start the conversation.
Uncle Jiang just told her that he wanted another alchemy furnace, so that he could refine two alchemy furnaces at the same time...
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In the quiet room of the cabin, Jiang Yuebai politely saw off Manager Li from the Supply Department.
"Okay, okay, I will definitely consider it. I will seriously consider it."
As soon as Manager Li stepped out of the threshold, the door was slammed shut by Jiang Yuebai, knocking back the polite words that Manager Li was about to say.
Feeling the prying eyes around him, Manager Li touched his nose and said, "What a hardworking young man, so anxious to go back and make pills. Good, really good."
Jiang Yuebai set up three layers of protection formation, took the ten thousand beast souls sent by Manager Li, and couldn't wait to start refining the essence.
During this period, she only refined five furnaces of rejuvenation pills and drew a hundred ninth-grade talismans every day, and her spiritual power was exhausted.
He needs to take a mind-concentrating pill and spend an hour recovering, or have Little Green swallow fifty low-level beast souls to fully recover.
There was still a long day and she still had plenty of spiritual energy, but she could not continue refining pills and making talismans due to insufficient spiritual awareness.
The amount of spiritual awareness is a burden to her!
"I didn't think I had a weak spiritual sense before, but now that I'm wasting it everywhere, I realize that I really don't have enough spiritual sense."
Jiang Yuebai muttered to himself, adjusting his state.
Little did she know that if the alchemists and talisman makers outside who had higher skills than her heard what she said, they would all faint from crying.
The gap between them and Jiang Yuebai is not just the difference in the success rate of alchemy and talisman making.
Jiang Yuebai's spiritual energy is four or five times more than theirs, and his spiritual awareness is also four or five times more than theirs, so even if they focus on one thing, they cannot surpass Jiang Yuebai's output.
Jiang Yuebai made up her mind to compare herself only with herself yesterday. Whether other people were strong or weak, it had nothing to do with her.
After adjusting everything, Jiang Yuebai sat cross-legged in the spirit gathering array in the center of the quiet room, regardless of the raging sandstorm and war outside.
She performed a secret technique with complicated hand gestures, gathering a ball of flame in mid-air. She then opened the gourd containing the beast souls, drew out the beast souls one by one, and threw them into the flames to remove impurities and extract any weak essence that might be present in them.
This process was long and boring. After hundreds of beast souls were killed, not even a trace of essence appeared.
Jiang Yuebai has long been accustomed to such boredom. She can sit in front of the alchemy furnace for several days, draw talismans at the desk from morning to night, and use a small knife to carve 88 formation plates in a row to drive the immortal cultivation panel crazy.
She found this bit of boredom very interesting because she didn't know the outcome and it gave her a sense of excitement like gambling.
One thousand beast souls, two thousand beast souls, three thousand beast souls...
The sun sets and the moon rises, the moon sets and the sun rises. Jiang Yuebai has been refining it for a whole night. Seeing that the beast soul is more than half consumed, a very thin and short golden thread suddenly appears above the flame.
Jiang Yuebai's spirits lifted, and his energy was full!
All the fatigue in his body disappeared, and Jiang Yuebai concentrated his attention, throwing the remaining beast souls into the flames one by one.
Another day passed like this, and when the last beast soul was burned to ashes by the flames, a drop of liquid essence the size of a grain of rice and shining with golden light hung in front of Jiang Yuebai.
Just for this tiny drop, it took more than 10,000 beast souls to extract it. It's too difficult!
The Yuan Jing contained enormous power and spirituality, which was restless in the air, emitting a fierce aura belonging to a monster, as if it was unwilling to surrender and unwilling to be swallowed.
"I am full of fire, how dare you compete with me in ferocity? I have already smashed the heads of ghost warriors, and you are still afraid of you? Come on, my dear Yuanjing, I miss you so much!"
Jiang Yuebai used the magic formula and his essence flew out and hit his forehead.
Buzz!
Jiang Yuebai's entire sea of consciousness began to shake violently!
(End of this chapter)