The Undying Immortal System

Setting up shop in a remote corner of Mortal City had been nice and simple. The only downside was the severe lack of customers.

I had rented a location in an area that was known for herbalists. While the location was to my benefit in procuring ingredients, few people who came to this area were in search of pills. Instead, most were alchemists looking to make their own pills.

However, the lack of sales didn’t bother me. With the help of the high-quality herbs available, I was able to make Rank 3 pills with efficacies of around 125%. Once I figured out how one of the formations on my cauldron worked, letting me draw in environmental energy and infuse it into a pill before it solidified, I was able to increase that to over 130% standard efficacy.

Once word of the quality of my pills was known, I was confident that many cultivators would seek me out. Until then, I wasn’t worried about the slow pace of things. Both Brother Mao and I needed time to improve.

For Mao, that meant taking the generous stipend I was providing him and paying for lessons in several subjects. Servant disciples weren’t allowed to purchase karmic energy, so his goal was to improve his combat and formation abilities high enough that he would qualify as an outer sect disciple. As an ungraded servant disciple, he had a long way to go, but that was a problem that money could easily solve.

For me, there were a few short-term goals I wanted to accomplish. First was quickly reaching Peak Grandmaster. While I was exploring and learning about the sect, I had to keep in mind that I was ultimately trying to rush for credits.

My second goal was to gain additional formation skills and knowledge. While I wouldn’t mind having a tutor share their insights on the topic, my primary concern was finding books I could store in my mental library and keep with me. In the end, my main limitation as a formation specialist was a lack of knowledge of inscriptions. An instructor could help me understand how to use inscriptions more fluidly and effectively, but paying for instruction without having a solid grasp of inscriptions first would be a waste of time and money.

The final short-term goal I set for myself was to find more ways to make contribution points. I didn’t want to have to set up a pill stall every life going forward just to earn karmic energy.

With these goals in mind, I gave Brother Mao a storage bag bulging with various Rank 3 pills, left him to manage the shop, and headed back to the Earth Peak.