Treasure Hunting

Zachary acted as if he didn't hear Benjamin's words. Angered by Zachary's arrogance, Benjamin extended his arm to block Zachary. "The Pill Hall isn't for just anybody. If I remember correctly, you haven't completed even one daily quest. You have no contribution points to exchange for pills at all. Just get out of here and don't shame yourself!" he said while staring straight into Zachary's eyes.

"I don't have contribution points from daily tasks, that's true. But that is not the only way to get pills," Zachary calmly replied.

"Are you saying that you've got herbs? You've got to be kidding. You didn't even go to the Herbal Mountain. Where did you get the herbs?" Benjamin asked, surprised at Zachary's response.

"That is none of your business," Zachary said slowly in a scornful tone as he walked past Benjamin.

Benjamin stared at Zachary's back as he walked away. Anger simmered in his eyes. In his heart, he murmured to himself, 'Is he just pretending? How could he possibly get any herb? Well, let's see what tricks he's trying to play.'

Zachary squeezed through the crowd until he reached the exchange table. He then opened the cloth bag in his hands and poured the herbs inside the bag onto the table.

The disciples that worked in the Pill Hall, as well as the other disciples present were all surprised when they saw the herbs that Zachary brought out. There were a total of nine herbs on the table from Zachary's bag. The amount seemed impossible!

"How... How is that even possible? Where did he get all of those herbs? I asked the disciples to stop him from going into the Herbal Mountain. He couldn't go to other mountains as well. Where did he get the herbs from?" Benjamin asked in disbelief. His eyes were wide open as he stood agape in awe.

"Please check these for me. How many pills can I get for these herbs?" Zachary asked the disciple in charge of the pill exchange while he acted as if nothing happened around him.

"Let me see here..." The disciple snapped back to reality and started to appraise the herbs that Zachary brought them.

He gasped in shock as he appraised the herbs on the table.

"First-grade Mysterious Energy Flower. First-grade Dragon Sunflower. My goodness! These are all first-grade herbs of Scarce Level!" the disciple exclaimed, unable to contain his excitement and surprise.

completely silent at the disciple's declaration.

at Zachary as if he was a bizarre creature that was supposed to be extinct. They couldn't figure out how he was able to gather that much herbs of such high quality.

towards the disciple and shouted to him, "Are you sure? Check it again! Are those herbs really of Scarce Level?

the other disciples collected would be even worse than garbage," replied the

turned dark as he stared at Zachary.

at Benjamin with an arrogantly

were

disciple gave Zachary two bottles. Each bottle contained

you will not pass the selection for formal disciples. Trash like you won't be able to stay in the Welkin Sect!"

be jealous. I can give you one if you want." Zachary took out one first-grade

fall to the floor. He never dared catch the pill for he knew that it would bring him shame. His face became bright red as anger almost overwhelmed him. He wanted to

since the first-grade white cultivation-aiding pill was a valuable item to other disciples, they jumped at

disciples fighting to get the pill on

floor, "What do you think you're doing? Didn't you hear that the pill was for me?" Benjamin roughly shoved the disciples at the Foundation Establishment away, picked up the pill

dispersed from his meridians to all the cells in his body. It wasn't martial energy, but

him four hours to refine

refine all the pills." Zachary raised his eyebrows, took a deep

minutes turned to hours and the hours turned to days.

days later, the