Chapter 470 - 467: One Sect, One Dream

Chapter 470: Chapter 467: One Sect, One Dream

"Don’t even think about it!" Feng Hao refused decisively. "My precious apprentice is currently pursuing advanced studies with Sun Yaowen. Once he’s completed his training, I’ll naturally bring him to the Grand Hall."

Jing Lou gave a sheepish smile, then asked in surprise, "Sun Yaowen? You mean the master who developed the ’Magic Toxin Antibody’?"

"That’s right, that’s him," Feng Hao nodded.

Upon receiving confirmation, Jing Lou’s interest was immediately piqued. His eyes shining, he sidled up to Feng Hao and said, "My goodness, this is fantastic news. When you get a chance, have a word with Master Sun and ask him to produce a batch of Magic Toxin Antibodies for our Thief God Hall."

Feng Hao asked, stunned, "Wait a minute. Didn’t I already give you the research materials for the Magic Toxin Antibody?"

Jing Lou’s face was a mask of misery. "What good are the materials? Our Thief God Hall doesn’t even have a single decent Alchemist. We’ve gathered plenty of monster materials, but we just can’t make it."

Feng Hao finally understood. ’The Thief God Hall really is pathetic when it comes to alchemy.’

"By the way, the alchemy department at the Five Provinces Academy is doing pretty well these days. Do you think you could recruit some good prospects?" Jing Lou asked seriously.

"That’s easy. With my influence at the Five Provinces Academy, I should be able to bring in quite a few alchemy students," Feng Hao agreed with a nod.

Jing Lou was overjoyed. "Haha, you truly are a Thief of our Thief God Hall! The future rise of our hall is all on you now."

"One sect, one dream! I get the picture," Feng Hao said with a slight smirk.

"Excellent. For that sentence alone, you are worthy of the title ’Thief’," Jing Lou nodded in satisfaction. "I have to say, the Thief Master has a truly sharp eye for talent."

Feng Hao rolled his eyes, in no mood to listen to his flattery.

A few minutes later, the Minister of the Resources Department and several other ministers hurried back. Without a word, they stuffed a Spatial Ring into Feng Hao’s hand.

Feng Hao took the Spatial Ring and instinctively scanned it with his Divine Sense. He was nearly scared out of his wits. It was a Spatial Ring with a massive storage capacity, filled to the brim with materials for the Life Creation Pill.

In that moment, Feng Hao truly, viscerally understood the immense financial power of the Thief God Hall as the "sixth great sect."

"Do all these materials need to be refined?" Feng Hao asked, his throat dry.

"Just take the materials for now. Refine as much as you can. At the very least, let’s solve the sect’s internal demand first," Jing Lou said with a light chuckle. "By the way, how many can you produce in a day?"

Feng Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief and estimated, "Ten thousand a day shouldn’t be a problem. For high-grade pills, it might be a little less."

At his words, the crowd couldn’t help but gasp.

Jing Lou was so excited he could barely contain himself, his eyes gleaming. "Ten thousand pills a day? For real?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Feng Hao gave a faint smile and immediately set up his Alchemy Equipment. Thanks to the existence of his game panel, his refinement efficiency far surpassed that of other Alchemists.

Moreover, the Life Creation Pill was a tiered medicine—in other words, a standardized pill. Its production efficiency was naturally much higher than that of non-tiered medicines.

And so, under the dumbfounded gazes of Jing Lou and a group of Grand Hall leaders, Feng Hao began his dazzling alchemy display.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

With each opening of the furnace, a large batch of Life Creation Pills was produced as if on an assembly line.

To improve his efficiency, Feng Hao threw himself body and soul into his alchemy, completely ignoring everything around him. Aided by his Alchemy Equipment and game panel, refining pills was as simple as rolling dough balls.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

For these three days, Jing Lou had kept a tireless, unblinking vigil in the Thief’s Palace, terrified that something might go wrong.

"This should be enough for the time being." Feng Hao glanced at the mountain-like pile of Life Creation Pills beside him and finally let out a breath of relief.

Jing Lou and the ministers were already ecstatic. Jing Lou burst out laughing, "Haha... these aren’t pills! This is the hope for the rise of our Thief God Hall!"

"Um, the pills are done. Can I get some rest now?" Feng Hao asked, stretching lazily.

"Of course, of course! Rest all you want. I’ll post guards at the Thief’s Palace to make sure no one disturbs you," Jing Lou said, practically on cloud nine as he cradled the pills.

With that, Feng Hao didn’t hesitate, immediately crashing in his room and falling fast asleep.

He couldn’t help it. Although Mages didn’t require much sleep, alchemy was incredibly draining on the mind, especially this kind of high-intensity refining.

After getting Feng Hao settled, a delighted Jing Lou gathered all the pills into a Spatial Ring and handed it over to the Minister of the Resources Department. "Minister Si, I want you to immediately stock this batch of pills in the Treasure Pavilion."

"Understood." Minister Si nodded excitedly, then asked, "By the way, Palace Master, what should the exchange policy be?"

Jing Lou pondered for a moment. "Limit personal exchanges. Each person is limited to exchanging for five Life Creation Pills per stage to prevent private reselling. As for the lower-level sub-palaces, for now, we’ll distribute them based on monthly performance, according to the rules for rare resources."

"Understood. I will go make the arrangements immediately," Minister Si said with a nod, taking his leave to carry out the order.

...

「When Feng Hao awoke, it was the next morning.」

Enjoying the beautiful morning scenery, he practiced the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms by the cliff for a while before beginning his daily cultivation and forging training.

The Thief Master and his big brother, Lin Luo, still hadn’t returned. They were likely still in the Thief God Realm, comprehending the inheritance. As a result, the Thief’s Palace was quite peaceful.

It was at this moment that Feng Hao received a message from Lei Yun, the Sub-Palace Master of Five States City. "Xiaofeng, the Five States City sub-palace has treated you well, right? You gotta look out for us a little, don’t you think?"

"What? Hasn’t Palace Master Jing distributed the pills yet?" Feng Hao replied, taken aback.

"Don’t even get me started! I get mad just thinking about it. They’re distributed by monthly performance. Our Five States City sub-palace and the few around us only got a total of less than two hundred pills. It’s not nearly enough!" Lei Yun fumed.

Feng Hao paused for a second, then chuckled in spite of himself. "In that case, you should just go straight back to Wolf Country."

"Go back? How am I supposed to face the folks back home in Wolf Country?"

"Don’t be so hasty, I’m not finished," Feng Hao said with a grin. "When you get back, go find my apprentice, Miao Feng, in the Five Provinces Academy’s alchemy department. He can also refine Life Creation Pills. Just tell him I sent you for help."

"Holy crap, why didn’t you say so earlier!" Lei Yun was overjoyed. "If I’d known, I wouldn’t have wasted my time hanging around the Grand Hall."

"But you have to promise to keep it a secret. And protect Xiaomiaozi’s safety."

"Don’t worry, don’t worry. I know what to do." Lei Yun smiled knowingly, hastily ended the call, and departed from the Grand Hall with great fanfare.

Not long after Feng Hao hung up, a guard assigned by Jing Lou came in to report that Ming Xin Yan, Fang Jie, and several others had come to visit.

Feng Hao smiled in surprise and hurried outside the Thief’s Palace to greet them.

Outside the Thief’s Palace, a group of five was waiting quietly. Besides Ming Xin Yan and Fang Jie, the three "seed players"—Wu Qing, Diaron, and Chen Yanlin—were also there.

Seeing Feng Hao emerge, the group crowded around him, laughing and chatting.

"Tsk tsk, the Thief’s Palace really is something else. Mountains, water, a palace," Ming Xin Yan said, looking around admiringly. She let out a soft sigh. "Too bad a kid with no sense of direction was the one to snatch it up."