C3 Supreme Grade Origin Returning Pill

Lee Bo's face was clouded with displeasure. Despite Lee Mo's brazen disrespect, he was genuinely curious about the pill's origin. Walking inside, Lee Bo glared at his son, "I've told you to train hard, hoping you'd have a promising future. But you've chosen to associate with useless friends! You show such disrespect to your elders at your tender age!"

Lee Gaoyuan shrugged off the comment, not taking it to heart, yet he couldn't help worrying about Lee Mo.

The group proceeded to the inner courtyard. Lee Mo, who had arrived earlier, was already seated in the place of honor.

Ignoring the elders before him, he stroked the armrest of the mahogany chair, reminiscing about his days of freedom and prestige. Once the most esteemed, his life was now like a fleeting dream, and he had to start over.

Lee Bo, witnessing Lee Mo's growing impertinence, suppressed his rage. He knocked his knuckles on the table forcefully and asked sternly, "Lee Mo, where on earth did you get this pill?"

Lee Mo snapped out of his daydream and replied nonchalantly, "I refined it myself, naturally."

"You lack education, and now you're full of lies. Do you really expect me to believe your drivel?" Lee Bo fumed, while the other Alchemists watched with folded arms, sneering at Lee Mo's boldness.

Unperturbed, Lee Mo said coolly, "It's easy to prove my words. Second Uncle, give me another set of ingredients, and I'll refine a similar pill right here."

Lee Bo's eyes widened in fury. He pointed accusingly at Lee Mo and scolded, "You're cunning, devising such a ploy to cheat me out of my ingredients. Do you think I'd fall for that?"

Lee Bo gestured dismissively and barked, "Enough, get out of here. If you dare to come back to my pharmacy for herbs again, watch out—I'll break your legs!"

Lee Bo was a formidable level four warrior, and his thunderous rebuke echoed with authority.

Yet, Lee Mo stood unflinchingly, bursting into laughter instead.

His laughter was unrestrained and grating to the ears.

"Lee Mo!" Lee Gaoyuan couldn't help but call out a warning. He knew all too well his father's volatile temper. When Lee Bo got angry, nobody could hold him back.

True to form, Lee Mo's laughter only darkened Lee Bo's already grim expression. Lee Bo asked coldly, "What are you laughing at?"

From Lee Bo's demeanor, it was clear that without a clear explanation, he might lash out. With Lee Bo's cultivation level, he could easily lay Lee Mo up for a good ten days or half a month with just a flick of his finger.

But Lee Mo's face showed no fear; his smile was even more pronounced. He had seen countless strong individuals; Lee Bo's level of power was as insignificant as an ant's to him, not at all intimidating.

Lee Mo chuckled, "Second Uncle, though you are a businessman, you don't seem to grasp the essence of doing business. A batch of medicinal herbs might be worth a few dozen taels, but a supreme grade pill can bring in a hundred times that profit. If I were cheating you, your loss would be just those few dozen taels. But if what I'm saying is true, and the supreme grade pill is yours, you could net ten thousand taels!"

"Ten thousand taels," Lee Bo repeated, his pupils widening as he looked at Lee Mo with a hint of curiosity.

Although it had been years since Lee Bo had seen Lee Mo, the young man sitting before him was vastly different from the one in his memory. His composure and unflappable demeanor suggested he had experienced the wider world.

Lee Mo's relaxed tone carried an air of authority that was hard to question.

Lee Bo's interest in the potential profit from the supreme grade pill was evident.

Then, in an unexpected move, Lee Mo tossed the pill toward him. Lee Bo caught it instinctively, his astonishment clear. He glared at Lee Mo, "You reckless boy, that pill is worth ten thousand taels. What if it had fallen to the ground?"

"I'm right here," Lee Mo replied with ease. "And as a level four warrior, surely you wouldn't let something as precious as that fall. Consider this pill a deposit. Regardless of the outcome, the supreme grade pill is yours. Fair enough?"

"Really?" Lee Bo's eyes lit up with anticipation.

"Really?" Lee Bo's eyes lit up, his voice filled with excitement.

It was an offer too lucrative to refuse. Even if he didn't fully trust Lee Mo, the chance to acquire a supreme grade Abyss Pill was enough to compel him to agree to Lee Mo's request.

He decisively instructed Lee Songchi, "Go get the ingredients for the Abyss Pill."

But before he could finish, Lee Mo interjected, "Wait, Lee Songchi, use this recipe instead to gather the herbs."

Lee Mo had no intention of making an Abyss Pill for someone else; his main purpose was to craft Cultivation Pills.

He tossed the pre-written recipe to Lee Songchi, who caught it and, upon examining it, was momentarily stunned. "This is the Origin Returning Pill!"

Lee Bo and the other Alchemists were also taken aback. They leaned in to look at the recipe and, sure enough, it was for the Origin Returning Pill.

Among Yellow Level pills, the Origin Returning Pill was extremely difficult to produce, even more so than the Abyss Pill.

Lee Mo was not only planning to make the Origin Returning Pill but also arrogantly declared he would produce a supreme grade one!

"This jerk!" Lee Bo thought to himself. He was fuming with rage. In his forty-plus years, he had never seen such arrogance in a young man. If it weren't for the supreme grade Abyss Pill, he might have been unable to resist the urge to slap some sense into the boy.

Still, he waved his hand, signaling Lee Songchi to gather the herbs.

Once Lee Songchi returned with the ingredients, Lee Mo isolated himself in a nearby room, closed the door, and began the pill refinement process.

Meanwhile, Lee Bo sat in the main hall, his expression darkening, only lightening when he thought of the supreme grade Abyss Pill. The idea of easily acquiring a pill valued at ten thousand taels of silver was indeed comforting.

The Alchemists sat off to the side, smirking in anticipation, already imagining the taunts they would throw at Lee Mo if his attempt at pill-making failed.

Only Lee Gaoyuan was filled with worry, wondering if Lee Mo had taken leave of his senses. Betting against his own father was a bold move. If Lee Mo failed, he would undoubtedly be forbidden from taking even the smallest amount of herbs from the pharmacy ever again.

An hour later, a tantalizing fragrance began to waft from under the door.

"This is... the scent of the Origin Returning Pill!"

After Lee Songchi had provided the necessary herbs, Lee Mo secluded himself in a side room, closing the door behind him to begin his alchemy. Meanwhile, Lee Bo sat in the main hall with a grim expression, only breaking into a slight smile at the thought of the supreme grade Abyss Pill. He was about to effortlessly acquire a pill worth ten thousand taels of silver—a stroke of good fortune indeed.

Several Alchemists sat to one side, all wearing smirks. They were pondering the words they would use to mock Lee Mo once he emerged from his failed attempt at alchemy. Only Lee Gaoyuan was visibly nervous, wondering if Lee Mo had lost his mind to wager against his father. If Lee Mo failed, he would surely be barred from taking even a pinch of herbs from the pharmacy in the future.

An hour later, a fragrant aroma seeped through the cracks of the door. "That's the scent of the Origin Returning Pill!" an Alchemist exclaimed, rising abruptly from his seat in shock. The others, equally familiar with the scent, looked at each other in disbelief. "The fragrance of the pill indicates it's time to harvest. How could this young man have actually made it to the final step?" an Alchemist muttered, his brows knitting together in a frown.

At Lee Mo's age, they were still apprentices, not yet initiated into the art of alchemy, let alone at the point of harvesting pills. This revelation alone was enough to astound them. Even if Lee Mo's Origin Returning Pills were all low grade, it would mean he had attained the standard of a Yellow Level Alchemist, on par with those in their thirties. And yet, Lee Mo was only fourteen.

"There's no need for alarm," Lee Bo said with a heavy voice. "Even at the last step, a myriad of factors could lead to the pill's destruction." The others nodded in agreement, though they remained uneasy.

After the time it took an incense stick to burn, the scent dissipated, and the door opened. Lee Mo emerged casually, hands in his pockets, and casually placed the furnace on the table. It was clear he hadn't felt the need to open the furnace to check the pills, his confidence bordering on arrogance.

A bad feeling crept over the onlookers. One Alchemist cautiously lifted the lid of the furnace, his face instantly stiffening as he cried out in disbelief, "He's refined six pills!" The crowd's expressions changed dramatically as they gathered around to see for themselves. The sight of six pills in the furnace—each a testament to Lee Mo's remarkable skill—was truly astonishing.

Lee Mo had managed to produce six Origin Returning Pills in one session, a feat that was nothing short of remarkable. The number and quality of pills an Alchemist could produce in one batch were indicative of their skill and level. Someone capable of producing six Origin Returning Pills in a single session was at the very least a third-grade Yellow Level Alchemist. And with the emergence of a supreme grade pill, Lee Mo might well be on the cusp of the Profound Level.

"Did you truly refine these pills yourself?" Lee Bo asked, his voice trembling as he looked at Lee Mo with a mix of shock and admiration. Who would have imagined that the Lee family's martial arts outcast was actually an alchemy prodigy? To merchants, an alchemy prodigy represented a treasure trove of opportunities. For a family head, it was a direct path to the family's resurgence.

What's even more astonishing is that these weren't just ordinary pills; among them was one low grade, two medium grade, two top grade, and incredibly, one was of supreme grade!

The number of pills an Alchemist can produce, along with their quality, is directly related to the Alchemist's skill level.

Anyone capable of producing six Origin Returning Pills at once must possess at least the skill of a third-grade Yellow Level Alchemist.

With the appearance of a supreme grade pill, Lee Mo might even be at the Profound Level!

"Did you really make these pills?" Lee Bo's voice trembled as he spoke, his gaze upon Lee Mo completely transformed.

Who would have thought that the Lee family's martial arts failure was actually an alchemy prodigy?

To a merchant, an alchemy prodigy represents wealth!

To the head of a family, it's a shortcut to revitalizing the family's fortune!

And for the other Alchemists, they were left dumbstruck, their minds a jumble, their ability to think clearly slowed.

Despite everyone's shock, Lee Mo remained calm. If he had his previous life's cultivation level, he certainly would have produced more than just one supreme grade pill.

He took five of the pills, leaving behind the supreme grade one, saying, "This is in accordance with our earlier agreement."

Having said that, Lee Mo began to leave.

The onlookers were still caught in their astonishment when Lee Bo, quick to react, called out just as Lee Mo was about to step out, "Nephew, wait a moment!"

He quickly moved to Lee Mo's side, his previously stern face now beaming with a thick smile, rubbing his hands together eagerly, "You rarely visit my pharmacy, why leave in such a hurry?"

"If I don't leave now, I'm afraid you might think I've come to swindle your herbs again," Lee Mo said, the corner of his mouth lifting in a slight sneer.

Lee Bo laughed heartily, patting Lee Mo affectionately on the shoulder, "I was just joking, did you take me seriously? We're family, after all. Whatever herbs you want, I'll have someone bring them to you right away."

Lee Mo looked at him silently, not saying a word.

Lee Bo quickly added, "You can have as much as you want!"

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