Chapter 1387 - 1387: Just How Many Bottles

Finished refining?

With Gong Qing's level of intelligence, she couldn't immediately grasp the meaning of this sentence.

Produced one bottle?

Produced three bottles?

She was filled with doubt and cast her divine thought into the storage ring.

Then, she was shocked by the terrifying quantity and cried out.

"So many!"

Brother Cheng was quite pleased with her reaction.

Yet he deliberately shrugged with a look that suggested she was overreacting.

"Isn't this perfectly normal?"

"With 320,000 people, some prepared ten portions of materials, so of course, many finished products came out."

Gong Qing was momentarily speechless.

Materials provided by 320,000 people, getting so many pills is indeed normal.

But the problem is your alchemy speed is abnormal!

A project that was expected to take at least billions of years was completed in just 40 days.

Could it be any more ridiculous?

Looking at her eyes brimming with curiosity, Brother Cheng cruelly provided no explanation.

Instead, he waved his hand.

"After distributing these pills, the next batch can be arranged."

"Next batch?"

Gong Qing was initially astonished, then ecstatic.

"You mean you are willing to help others refine as well?"

Her biggest headache was the sect's pill production issue.

Now it seems to be completely resolved.

"Of course, I always take a good deed to the end."

For this round of 320,000 people's alchemy materials, he actually took little 'compensation.'

Primarily because fourth and fifth-grade emperor pills have no noticeable effect on him, he doesn't really care for them.

Moreover, the lower-ranked disciples have it rough; this is just to take care of them a bit.

However, even so, he still retained fifteen thousand bottles of sixth-grade emperor pills due to 'normal failure rate.'

If this harvest were to spread, those Daoist Venerables and Daoist Saints from other domains of the Land of Dao Extinction might group up to kill and seize the treasures.

Given such a massive gain, Jiang Taishang naturally wants to keep doing 'good deeds.'

He even hopes to do it until the end of time.

"That's wonderful! Truly wonderful!"

Gong Qing was overjoyed, nearly unable to resist giving Brother Cheng a kiss.

In her heart, she was quite puzzled.

Given what she knew about Lord Jiang, he should be one who doesn't act without benefits, right?

Why has he become so noble this time?

Outside the East Pole Institute, outer sect elders and stewards lined up neatly following Gong Qing's orders.

They had just received the command.

Gather all outer disciples of the East Pole Institute, to assemble here.

Supreme Palace Master's pills are to be distributed today.

After learning of this news, thousands of outer sect elders and stewards breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Finally, some finished pills have been produced.

It somewhat proves that the Supreme Palace Master is genuinely helping everyone refine pills, not just taking materials and disappearing.

However, they couldn't help but gripe.

"Is such a big spectacle necessary?"

"Just forty days, there's at most a dozen pills."

"Yeah, these pills, any outer sect steward could easily distribute them."

"Why summon over thirty thousand people from the East Pole Institute?"

"Perhaps because it's the first distribution, coupled with recent rumors and speculation, they're deliberately making a big show to prove a point?"

"Could be..."

While outer sect elders discussed among themselves, disciples were also abuzz with conversation.

"Which materials' pills will be distributed in this first batch?"

"Ah, who could guess that?"

"Exactly, over thirty thousand people, it's almost impossible for our turn to come up with just a few pills."

Some disciples clasped their hands together, praying to the heavens.

"Hope it's mine, hope mine is included!"

"Don't dream."

Some disciples seemed relatively 'mature,' immediately seeing through certain 'inside jobs.'

"Let's be honest, the first batch will surely be the elders', not us disciples."

"Can't be, the Supreme Palace Master wouldn't specifically look at whose it is when refining, purely random, right?"

"He doesn't care, but elders will distribute theirs to themselves first, got it?"

Once thought about, everyone really felt that way.

Common fifth and sixth-grade emperor pills are limited, and the materials provided by everyone are actually mostly the same.

Just with varying quantities and portions.

Elders prioritizing themselves, claiming it was refined using their materials, others wouldn't have a word to say.

"Alas, seems like there's no hope this time."

"Just here for the spectacle."

"Indeed, we won't see our pills until after a few billion years."

"Getting them is already a stroke of luck."

"True, it's rare for the Supreme Palace Master to be so kind to help, such opportunities are scarce elsewhere."

"That's right..."

The news that pills would be distributed at the East Pole Institute quickly spread to other outer and inner sect disciples.

Though they all thought there would be at most a few pills, nothing special.

But many couldn't resist coming over to watch the excitement.

For a moment, the entire venue was bustling, chatter abounded in every direction.

Moments later, Gong Qing arrived at the scene with two elders from the Corpse Race and Ghost Race.

The Corpse Race and Ghost Race now counted as Gong Qing's confidants within the Elder Council.

After all, they were Brother Cheng's own people.

"Greetings, Palace Master!"

Led by the outer sect elders, everyone hailed and saluted in unison.

Gong Qing nodded, saying no more pleasantries.

She directly pulled out that storage ring.

In an instant, every gaze converged on that small storage ring.

Despite guessing the first batch contained only a few bottles, curiosity still lingered about which few bottles they were.

"This is the roster for pill distribution this time."

Gong Qing handled things both steadily and meticulously.

Although the materials submitted were recorded, given the 'failure rate,' how much one ultimately receives can be uncertain.

After obtaining the storage ring, Gong Qing had already referenced the materials record, allocating the type and portion of pills each person could receive in advance.

Truly only an immortal could do this; if a regular person, this task wouldn't be completed for several months.

"Distribute according to the allotment marked on this roster, do not mess up."

The five lead Supreme-level outer sect elders hurried forward to accept the order.

In their hearts, a strong urge to gripe arose.

With at most just a few bottles of pills, why make it so ceremonially formal?

The roster is created?

The procedure is quite cumbersome.

Worried about disarray?

You think we're country bumpkins who haven't seen pills before?

The elders opened the roster, and at first glance saw dense labels of pill types and quantities behind names.

Each name had them.

Meaning, everyone could receive pills.

The elders rubbed their eyes, reconfirmed.

No mistake, anyone who submitted materials had pill allotments listed behind their names.

At least one bottle, everyone gets a share, some even as many as six or seven bottles.

What's going on here?

Where did these many pills come from to be shared with everyone?

Fabricated from the Void?

They couldn't help but cast their gaze at Gong Qing.

Then saw pill bottles piled as high as a mountain pouring out from that storage ring, like a rushing river.