Novel Full Chapter 344 - Immortal Ascension Pill
But no matter how greedy Pill Masters are, cultivators couldn't live without them.
Thus, even if they had terrible characters, cultivators would still butter them up and accommodate their needs as much as possible without crossing their bottom line.
Albion relocated to a patch of snow on the ground to look at City Lord Baschmi's inventory of spirit herbs as City Lord Baschmi laid them out like common street market goods.
At the same time, Fenrira was given a breather as she felt alive again.
Having her feet on solid ground was best.
"Hmm, quite a few stuff you got here," Albion commented while browsing the range of spirit herbs on the ground.
The quality of spirit herbs mostly ranges between grade 1 and grade 5, nothing of particular interest to Albion, but still useful for his subordinates.
"If Sir Albion can refine an Immortal Ascension Pill for me, I don't mind gifting all my spirit herbs to you… though I'm not sure if Sir Albion's alchemy skills are up for the task," City Lord Baschmi mentioned.
As the name implies, the Immortal Ascension Pill is a pill to break through to True Immortality; it was also a grade 7 pill.
Although Albion has yet to refine a grade 7 pill, his alchemy proficiency in alchemy was vague, to begin with, due to the Dark Emperor's memories.
Nevertheless, his alchemy skills and techniques were all at Expert-level.
There shouldn't be a problem.
"An Immortal Ascension Pill is not a problem for me, but the real question is; do you have the grade 7 ingredients for it?" Albion rubbed his chin thoughtfully and asked.
City Lord Baschmi immediately revealed the contents of another storage ring in his possession.
"These are grade 7 spirit herbs I've gathered for the Immortal Ascension Pill. Please check if they are the right ingredients."
"Hah, so you were still keeping the good stuff from me, huh?"
City Lord Baschmi revealed an embarrassed smile after hearing Albion's casual remark.
Nevertheless, Albion double-checked the inventory before nodding, "The ingredients are correct. They are also enough for three batches, a total of 27 pills if successful."
27!
City Lord Baschmi's eyes lit up.
If he had 27 Immortal Ascension Pills, it was equivalent to 27 chances to ascend to True Immortality should he fail every attempt, but generally, a single pill was enough.
Looking at it from another perspective, it was equivalent to raising 27 True Immortals.
Although it sounds like a lot, he did spend thousands of years scouring the realm to collect the grade 7 spirit herbs required for the Immortal Ascension Pill.
"Let us proceed with the exchange, Sir Albion."
"Sure thing."
Albion calmly nodded.
Shortly after, City Lord Baschmi excitedly and blindly handed over all his spirit herbs without further thought.
After Albion accepted the spirit herbs, he kindly reminded City Lord Baschmi, "You should know that Immortal Ascension Pills only grant you the opportunity. To actually succeed, you will need to overcome the Heavenly…"
Albion's words slowly stopped before his eyes lit up with a brilliant idea.
At the same time, City Lord Baschmi fully understood what Albion wanted to convey and solemnly nodded, "I'm fully aware of the risk, but it's a risk I am willing to take."
"Actually, there won't be any risk involved with me around. I'll help you overcome the Heavenly Tribulation free-of-charge," Albion promised while making an 'ok' gesture.
However, his words immediately surprised City Lord Baschmi.
"Sir Albion wants to interfere with my Heavenly Tribulation?" City Lord Baschmi questioned with astonishment, "Don't you know that your intervention will only make the Heavenly Tribulation twice as powerful?"
"I'm fully aware of that," Albion calmly nodded.
City Lord Baschmi immediately felt bottomless anger in his stomach and rolled his eyes with frustration.
What did he mean he was fully aware of it? Even a True Immortal wouldn't endure the Heavenly Tribulation for someone else!
It was tantamount to committing double suicide!
Nevertheless, Albion saw through City Lord Baschmi's doubts and concerns and reassured him, "Trust me; I'm a professional."
"I've already endured another Heavenly Tribulation for someone else, yet here I am, alive and well. You have nothing to worry about except safely ascending to True Immortal."
City Lord Baschmi's eyes flickered at once.
Albion's words were equivalent to admitting he was a True Immortal, thus allowing City Lord Baschmi to have a rough understanding of Albion's strength and age.
He has actually been interacting with a True Immortal.
The discovery left City Lord Baschmi in awe while overlooking one critical point; Albion was fine, but what about the being that underwent the Heavenly Tribulation?
"Since Sir Albion is so confident, then I have nothing else to say. My life will be in your good hands."
City Lord Baschmi felt at ease with a True Immortal's promise.
Sometime later, Albion took out the pill cauldron and proceeded with the pill refinement, and before long, he successfully refined all 27 Immortal Ascension Pills.
The lowest quality among them is of the Mid-rank.
"Here you go, an Immortal Ascension Pill as promised."
Albion tossed one of the lowest quality pills to City Lord Baschmi before pocketing the rest and storing them into pill bottles to preserve their quality.
City Lord Baschmi stared at the single Mid-rank Immortal Ascension Pill in his hand with a dumb look before glancing up at Albion.
"Err, Sir Albion? Aren't you going to give me the rest of the pills as well?"
"What do you mean?" Albion furrowed his brows and said, "The deal was one Immortal Ascension Pill, so naturally, the rest should be mine for the taking, no?"
"I didn't say tha—"
City Lord Baschmi appeared thunderstruck as he stood frozen on the spot after carefully recalling his exact words.
He really did only ask for one Immortal Ascension Pill.
In a short instance, City Lord Baschmi seemingly aged several years before giving a hopeless sigh, "One is still good…"
Without a skillful Pill Master like Albion to refine the pills, there wouldn't even be any Immortal Ascension Pills to have.
He should be grateful for the one pill in his hand and not be too greedy.
'Amitabha…'
The word gave City Lord Baschmi inner peace.