Transmigration: The Peerless Immortal Husband

Gu Yao agreed. The knowledge of cultivating spiritual herbs that he absorbed might not have much use in his hands, but it still had its benefits. Witnessing the entire process of the herbs—from seed to sprout, and finally to maturity—gave him a more comprehensive understanding of each type of herb.

However, if he couldn’t make use of it, perhaps someone else could benefit from it more.

Gu Yao and Chi Changye exchanged glances and saw the same understanding in each other’s eyes, before both of them laughed.

It might be hard to find another spiritual race like that senior, but the descendants, who inherited part of their bloodline, should be easier to find. The senior’s ability to grow spiritual herbs was extremely powerful, and it was likely that those techniques were passed down. If those almost extinct herbs could be cultivated again, it would be a great blessing for the entire Tianlin Continent.

But that path had to be walked step by step. Gu Yao set that thought aside for now and continued to organize his findings. If he didn’t absorb the knowledge in time, he felt he would slowly forget it and be unable to recall it later.

When Chi Changye came out of the tent, someone gathered the courage to approach and ask if Gu Yao would accept orders for pill refining. Chi Changye turned back to ask, and after thinking for a moment, Gu Yao agreed to take five orders per day but would no longer accept reservations, as he didn’t know how long they would stay here. He advised people to come early if they had requests.

The person who inquired was overjoyed and immediately left their two sets of materials, which meant two orders had been removed from the queue. Other cultivators, who had been listening carefully, rushed over like the wind, recklessly shoving their spiritual herbs into Chi Changye’s hands before quickly retreating.

When they realized what they had done, their faces turned bright red. How dare they treat Chi Changye like that? What kind of person was Chi Changye? He was someone so powerful that with a single strike of his sword, he could split a cultivator from the Changxian Sect in half. Yet, they had dared to treat him like an assistant!

Just when they were about to feel embarrassed and reconsider, Chi Changye’s voice sounded: “There’s one more order today.”

“Senior Chi, I’d like to place an order!” Tao Yue quickly called out, afraid that if she waited too long, the opportunity would be gone.

The others who were about to rush over froze in place and simultaneously looked up to see Chi Changye’s reaction. Chi Changye nodded at Tao Yue: “Alright.”

Tao Yue was overjoyed and immediately sent over her set of spiritual herbs. Fortunately, she was quick-witted and, relying on her connection with Chi Changye and Gu Yao, managed to grab the last order. If she had hesitated for even a moment, the chance would have slipped away. So, sometimes, it’s important to have a thick skin.

The others regretted not thinking of Tao Yue’s strategy earlier. However, they were not Tao Yue and couldn’t speak directly to Chi Changye.

Once the five orders were taken, Chi Changye turned and entered the tent, delivering the herbs to Gu Yao.

On the other side, Ning Hui and the others watched the scene. Others felt bad for Ning Hui, and Ning Hui himself wasn’t even sure what he was upset about. He was annoyed that Gu Yao had refused to engage in a duel to showcase his pill-refining skills before, yet now he was accepting orders to refine pills. It seemed like he was deliberately disrespecting Ning Hui. He was also angry that a talented sword cultivator like Chi Changye would willingly act as an errand boy for a mere pill master. What kind of tricks had Gu Yao used to sway him?

Ning Hui was feeling resentful and decided to make a statement as well—he would take orders too, five per day, with materials and payment provided upfront.

Not willing to engage in a duel? Fine, then he would show Gu Yao how inferior his pill-refining skills were compared to his own, and let the others who hadn’t seen much of the world know just how far apart their abilities were.

The disciples of the Changxian Sect didn’t expect Ning Hui to be so generous, even voluntarily taking orders. It seemed that the pill master called Gu Yao wasn’t completely useless after all, which pushed Ning Hui to start accepting orders too. So, on the first day, the five orders were taken by the five most powerful cultivators, with their respective sects showing the hierarchy of strength—if anyone wanted to compete, they’d have to wait for their turn.

Thus, both pill masters started refining pills. However, one was inside a tent where no one could see, while the other was publicly alchemizing, drawing the attention of everyone around. The cultivators from Tianlin Continent, knowing that Changxian Sect’s cultivation level was high, were especially curious about Ning Hui’s pill refining skills and wanted to know what level he had achieved.

“What’s the first pill being refined? Does anyone recognize it?”

“It looks like a high-level spirit recovery pill, Grade 8. It quickly restores spiritual energy.”

“So, this pill master Ning is an 8th-grade high-level pill master?”

When they thought that Ning Hui might actually be an 8th-grade high-level pill master, their gaze towards him changed. What kind of status did an 8th-grade high-level pill master hold? That was on par with Sect Master Hu.

But Sect Master Hu had practiced for many years, while Ning Hui? The primary condition for entering the secret realm was that the cultivator’s bone age must not exceed fifty. To have an 8th-grade high-level pill master under fifty years old was unimaginable on Tianlin Continent.

Some of them secretly started to worry about Gu Yao. Gu Yao had just built his foundation and could at most be an 8th-grade low-level pill master. This put him at a disadvantage in both cultivation and rank. They believed that, with time, Gu Yao would surely grow to Ning Hui’s level, but they feared that Ning Hui’s challenge would have a negative impact on Gu Yao.

As they whispered and debated among themselves, they fell silent when Chi Changye walked out of the tent, afraid of being overheard.

Even though Chi Changye couldn’t hear, he saw that the others had started refining pills. They hadn’t been refining before, so what were they trying to prove now? Chi Changye understood their intentions. However, he wasn’t worried. Now that he knew Gu Yao possessed the Pill Pavilion, a treasure that was essential to any pill master, he was even less concerned that Gu Yao would be discouraged.

All Gu Yao needed to do was to face himself honestly and gradually surpass his former self.

So, Chi Changye simply glanced over, then sat down in front of the tent to meditate. No one dared to approach the tent to disturb him. The atmosphere became strange, and when other cultivators arrived, they were greeted with this odd scene—two groups of people clearly separated but strangely at peace with each other. It just didn’t feel right.

However, anyone from Tianlin Continent who arrived was immediately informed of the details, while the cultivators from Changxian Sect only heard the rumors after some vague murmuring, along with some of their own speculations.

The fragrance of the pills wafted out, and the cultivators from Changxian Sect became even more smug. Since there was still no movement inside the tent, it seemed like Gu Yao was too ashamed to face anyone.

The first batch of pills successfully came out, and the quality of the pills caused a stir. There were several mid-grade pills, and even Ning Hui himself showed a satisfied smile. The cultivator who placed the order was extremely grateful, paying a significant amount and praising Ning Hui profusely before taking the pills amidst the envious looks of others.

Ning Hui noticed that Gu Yao wasn’t present, and Chi Changye was still meditating with his eyes closed. He hadn’t even looked over despite all the commotion on Ning Hui’s side, which made Ning Hui feel somewhat disappointed. He decided to meditate and recover his spiritual energy before continuing. He had never worked so diligently refining pills for others in Changxian Sect.

After refining another batch of spirit recovery pills and two batches of healing pills, Ning Hui only had one failure. Since all the pills were 8th-grade high-level pills, his performance was quite impressive. He felt very satisfied with his current state and decided to wait until he was fully restored before attempting again.

Once he had recovered, he called out, “Is anyone in need of Tianyuan Pills? Who has the full materials for Tianyuan Pills?”

Tianyuan Pills? That was a 7th-grade pill! Could Ning Hui really refine them successfully?

For cultivators who had completed their foundation establishment or were in the late stages of foundation establishment, collecting the materials for Tianyuan Pills was one of their main objectives. Their next goal was to break through to the Core Formation stage, and any pill or heavenly material that could help them in this process was crucial. Acquiring them from outside would cost much more than refining them here.

But Ning Hui’s request now put them in a difficult position. If they refused, they feared offending him, but if they agreed, what were the chances that Ning Hui could actually succeed in refining the Tianyuan Pills?

Those familiar with Ning Hui knew that he was already close to the threshold of becoming a 7th-grade pill master, but the success rate of refining 7th-grade pills was very low. Although this achievement was enough to make him stand out among foundation stage pill masters, they would still prefer to pay the price to hire a true 7th-grade pill master.

Seeing that no one volunteered to offer materials, Ning Hui’s expression darkened, and he coldly said, “Do you all think I can’t refine Tianyuan Pills? You think I will just waste your materials?”

“No, Master Ning, that’s not what we mean.” Someone quickly denied it.

“Then what exactly do you mean?” Ning Hui pressed, unwilling to let it go. Their reaction had severely dampened his enthusiasm for pill refining.

The cultivators from Tianlin Continent found the situation amusing, yet they were also stunned by Ning Hui’s alchemy skills. Could it be that he was even more skilled than Sect Leader Hu? Although they didn’t have a favorable view of the cultivators from Changxian Sect, they couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration for their cultivation level. Just looking at how many foundation establishment experts under the age of fifty they had was a clear indication.

If this expedition ended with someone breaking through to Core Formation at the age of fifty, it would be even more astonishing for them.

No, maybe one person could achieve that, and that person was Chi Changye. With his strength, he was likely not far from reaching Core Formation, but in the entire Tianlin Continent, how many could reach the same level as Chi Changye? It still couldn’t compare to Changxian Sect.

Although they found the current situation in Changxian Sect somewhat amusing, they couldn’t laugh. Instead, a sense of sorrow rose in their hearts.

Before Chi Changye’s appearance, the reason the cultivators of Changxian Sect had so freely bullied them and could easily cut them down was precisely because of this huge gap in cultivation levels.

While the situation was at a standstill, Gu Yao walked out, completely unaware of the unusual atmosphere outside. He stretched lazily, twisting his body to loosen his muscles. Cultivators like Tao Yue and Du Lingdai stared at him in shock as he acted as if nothing was wrong.

Oh, and there was a black kitten perched on his shoulder.

“Huh? What’s going on with you all?” Gu Yao finally noticed something unusual and stopped his movements. “Oh right, today’s orders are complete. Whoever’s pills they are, come and take them.”