The Undying Immortal System

I spent a few contribution points to rent a room in the village. While I could have returned to the elder’s enclave to concoct the pills, a change of scenery was nice. It was a little wasteful, but these few contribution points didn’t matter much to me.

It took me three days to make the five pills needed for the mission. Why three days? Because that was the maximum time allowed. I could have finished in only a few hours, but that would have been too revealing. I had been told a regular Martial Master 3 could only make two or three pills a day, so I only made two pills a day.

I spent far more time than usual on these pills, trying to make them as perfect as possible. I wasn’t sure how good my competition would be, so I had to do my best. I was exceedingly careful with my spirit fire, and I always made sure to only use fire qi when cleaning near medicinal power.

It took longer, but the five pills I made were undoubtedly my best work to date.

While I did spend significantly longer on these pills, it was still only a fraction of the time I was allocated. The entire point of taking so long was to avoid showing my concoction speed, so I couldn’t make other pills to sell to the sect. Instead, I spent my free time cultivating.

It had been a long time since I sat down to raise my cultivation. I had been focused on improving my alchemy skills instead, but since I finally had some downtime, I could work towards my next advancement. Three days wasn’t enough to make a lot of progress, but it at least got me started.

Around about noon on the third day, I left my apartment and returned to the pill hall to turn in my completed pills.

The hall was bustling with activity when I entered. There had to be more than twice as many people as there were last time.

When I stepped through the door, I heard a loud, familiar voice.