Unfortunately, although Ling Chuxi bought some fine gold and mithril, the level was not high. It was okay to help Meixiu refine an alchemy furnace, but it was not enough to improve the quality of her own alchemy furnace.

After much deliberation, Ling Chuxi thought of the Sumeru space. In comparison, both the chaotic energy in the Sumeru space and the spiritual energy released by the Fuso tree were so pure that there was no impurity at all. Only in such an environment can the

It might make up for the lack of her alchemy furnace.

The cold heart fire jumped happily, and bursts of red incense quietly escaped from the furnace.

Outside the door, a group of spiritual alchemists were waiting for a critical moment. Even Master Meng Pavilion frowned. What happened if they haven't come out for so long?

"Deacon Mei, do you think Ling Chuxi has refined all the spiritual herbs to waste and is hiding in there and is too embarrassed to come out?" Qiu Zhenwen said with a smile.

"Oh, if you don't tell me, I haven't thought of it. Lord Pavilion Master, our Danxin Pavilion has put a lot of effort into these spiritual herbs and spent a lot of money and manpower. What if they are all useless?"

Deacon Mei slapped his head, pretending to be anxious.

Because of the attention Master Meng paid to Xia Yimin recently, Deacon Mei was very dissatisfied and had some resentment towards Master Meng. His words were not so polite and sounded like a question.

Yu Qiubai and others looked at each other. Although what Qiu Zhenwen and Deacon Mei said was unpleasant, it might really be possible. How can the special Saint Nirvana be so easy to refine, let alone a hundred copies of spiritual grass?

, even if there are thousands of copies, you may not be able to refine one.

"Deacon Mei, it seems that this is not something you should worry about." Pavilion Master Meng couldn't see through his little thoughts and said coldly.

"Lord Pavilion Master, I am actually worried about our Danxin Pavilion. You also know the situation in the pavilion in the past few years. It can be said that we have been unable to make ends meet, and we have only a small amount of wealth left. If we continue to lose like this, I am afraid that other old people will feel guilty.

I’m dissatisfied.” Deacon Mei said with a big smile.

"I don't know who the old man Deacon Mei is talking about. I should be regarded as the old man in the pavilion, but I don't have any dissatisfaction. I wonder who else would be dissatisfied?" Shopkeeper Qian couldn't stand Deacon Mei's weird look.

He said angrily.

"Of course Shopkeeper Qian won't be dissatisfied. Who doesn't know that Shopkeeper Qian is an old man who has served the Meng family for many years, so how could he have second thoughts? But it's hard to say for other old people." Deacon Mei said sarcastically.

, is clearly a satire on Director Mengge’s nepotism.

When Yu Qiubai saw them taunting each other, it was hard to interrupt. After all, this was someone else's family matter. But thinking that Danxin Pavilion had been suppressed by the Xingfeng Chamber of Commerce to this point, and they were still fighting in the nest, he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

"Deacon Mei really has a lot of things to worry about. He even took care of the things that the pavilion master was worried about. But this time, I'm afraid you are worrying about it for nothing." The door opened with a creak, and Ling Chuxi walked away calmly.

He came out with a tired look on his face, but his eyes were full of energy.

"Master Ling." Seeing the sparkling look in Ling Chuxi's eyes, Pavilion Master Meng relaxed and hurried forward to greet her.

"Master Meng Pavilion, these are five special-grade holy nirvana pills, seven of them are high-grade, eleven are top-grade, and there are twenty or thirty others that are below-grade. I'm sorry, but the other spiritual herbs have been destroyed by my refining.
Chapter completed!