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.

looked 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

had just seen and heard, dashed towards the disciple and shouted to him, "Are you sure? Check it again! Are those herbs really of Scarce Level? Aren't those

the other disciples collected would be even worse

face turned dark as he stared at

with an

appraised their overall value for trade. Since all the herbs were of

two bottles. Each bottle contained nine pills.

so many first-grade white cultivation-aiding pills, you will not pass the selection for formal disciples. Trash like you

can give you one if

pill for he knew that it would bring him shame. His face became bright red as anger almost

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

pill on the floor drowned

him!" Unbridled wrath overcame Benjamin; anger frothed on his lips. As soon as Zachary was gone, Benjamin shouted at the disciples who fought for the pill on the floor, "What do you think you're doing? Didn't you hear that

returned to his treehouse, he took out one cultivation-aiding pill. It turned into liquid as soon as it entered his mouth. The liquid quickly dispersed from his meridians to all the cells in his body. It wasn't martial energy, but it was a form of essential energy that was encased in the cultivation-aiding pill. The essential energy could be refined into martial energy before it could be absorbed by

It took him four hours to refine one first-grade

I have to spend a few days to refine all the pills." Zachary raised his eyebrows, took a

the minutes turned to hours and the hours turned to

days later, the selection