Chapter 42: Life 58, Age 27, Martial Master 4
After the Inner Sect Challenge, I returned to the elder’s enclave to talk with Deacon Liu.
“Deacon,” I said, “I want to spend more time making pills for the sect in the village. I want to do what you said and try to understand my place here.”
“I see,” he responded. “It will help you, but I hope you won’t stop working with the elder during this time.”
“Of course not,” I said. The deacon’s help and the elder’s library had been the greatest boons I had received in this life. I was sure that if I maintained this relationship, I would gain access to Rank 3 manuals after reaching Grandmaster. My current mental library couldn’t hold Rank 3 techniques, but I could still do my best to memorize the most important ones, and hopefully, I could create a copy of a Rank 3 cultivation technique that was small enough to fit in my storage space.
“Deacon,” I said, “how many pills can an average Martial Master 4 create in a day?”
“It will vary a little, but you can expect the average Master to be able to make one per level, so a Martial Master 4 would be able to create three or four pills a day.”
“So, I can plan to make four per day for the sect. That will leave me with a significant amount of free time, which I can spend helping you with pills. Just give me a week or two’s worth of ingredients, and I’ll make them in my spare time. If possible, you could have a servant drop them off for me in the village.”
“Hmm,” said the deacon, “that should be acceptable. It will cut down on the pills you can help us with, but you will still be contributing more than most people. You should know, the elder has emphasized the importance of you entering the inner sect so you can help us with Rank 3 pills. With the rate you can concoct pills, if you were making Rank 3 pills, it would significantly help him achieve his goal, and making a name for yourself by doing work for the sect will make it easier to get you promoted.”
“Is there a way I can begin working through the pill hall without risking another incident?” I asked. “I would like to get my bearings before being confronted again.”