How many pill-refining materials did Jun Changxiao buy for one hundred thousand taels?

Over 800 batches of Low-Grade Healing Pills.

Over 400 batches each of Low-Grade Body Tempering Pills and Qi Gathering Pills.

And over 200 batches of Qi Spiral Pills.

The majority of that one hundred thousand taels was spent on the medicinal materials for the latter three types of pills. Healing Pill materials accounted for a relatively small proportion.

“Refine!”

Jun Changxiao didn’t return to the sect yet. Instead, he clicked on the refining button for Low-Grade Healing Pills.

Ding! Ding!

Crisp sounds rang in his ears as pills appeared like glass marbles in his spatial ring.

In a very short time, over eight hundred Low-Grade Healing Pills were refined.

If it were a veteran alchemist, even refining the most ordinary Healing Pills would take at least several months!

Jun Changxiao said, “This Alchemy Pavilion is truly too formidable.”

After the sect construction reached Level 2, what he’d initially cared about were the various upper limits. In fact, what was truly impressive was the Alchemy Pavilion’s one-click pill refining.

Jun Changxiao was now very much looking forward to the Forging Pavilion that would open when construction reached Level 3.

With the Alchemy Pavilion as a template, he speculated that the Forging Pavilion should also have a one-click weapon forging function.

Pills and weapons.

For martial artists on the Xingyun Continent, both were of vital importance. If he had both, how could he not be strong?

Wishful thinking aside, reaching sect construction Level 3 was still far too distant. After all, with insufficient members, he couldn’t trigger sect missions and had difficulty obtaining achievement points.

“Continue refining pills.”

Jun Changxiao traveled while refining pills, the pleasant “ding ding ding” sounds ringing in his ears as pills continuously accumulated in his spatial ring.

However, a small problem emerged next. When mass-producing Low-Grade Body Tempering Pills, the speed was noticeably slower than refining Healing Pills.

The system said, “Although the Alchemy Pavilion can refine pills in an integrated manner, if the pill grade is relatively high, it will consume more time.”

“I see.”

Jun Changxiao didn’t mind. After all, the slowdown wasn’t much.

Half an hour later, all 400 batches of Body Tempering Pills were complete. Refining the 400 batches of Qi Gathering Pills took one hour.

After finishing all three types of pills, he began refining the most important Qi Spiral Pills. As it turned out, he traveled for two hours and didn’t finish refining all 200 batches until returning to the Tiegu Sect.

“A bit slow.” Jun Changxiao murmured.

Adding them all up—over 1,800 pills—relying on the Alchemy Pavilion, traveling from Huyang City to the Tiegu Sect, all refined in less than four hours. And this guy actually had the nerve to complain about it being slow.

…

“Sect Master, the gate is repaired. What do you think?” Just as he entered the sect, Su Xiaomo pointed at the red-lacquered gate standing in the training ground.

“Not bad.”

Jun Changxiao said, “Where’s that guy?”

“Locked in the cell.” Su Xiaomo said.

The corner of Jun Changxiao’s mouth twitched. “You locked him up with the two assassins. What if they fight?”

“Sect Master, rest assured. All three of them are very well-behaved.” Su Xiaomo grinned.

“Really?”

Jun Changxiao headed for the cell. Through the cracks in the door and window, he saw Ma Yongning pressed against the wall, holding his blade, staring at the two assassins—you looking at me, me looking at you.

The atmosphere was rather tense.

After a moment, Ma Yongning spoke. “You two have been staring at Ma for quite a while. Do you want to spar?”

Gold-ranked Assassin: “…”

Assassin: “…”

“Clang!”

Ma Yongning drew his blade and said heavily, “Ma has traveled the martial world for many years. What scene haven’t I witnessed? Don’t think wearing all black can intimidate me.”

“Come on!”

“Let’s compete!”

The gold-ranked assassin and the assassin exchanged glances, thinking—does this guy have brain problems?

“Sect Master, how should we handle them?” Su Xiaomo asked.

Jun Changxiao turned around. “Keep that Ma Yongning locked up for a few days, then release him. As for the two assassins, just keep them locked up.”

“Yes.”

…

Jun Changxiao went to the training room and trained for two hours. After bathing, he returned to his residence.

“The Ai Family people.” Sitting in his study, he murmured, “Right now they should be planning how to promote the Low-Grade Healing Pills.”

Indeed.

At this moment, Ai Shangni and the Ai Family higher-ups were in the main hall deliberating how to sell their limited Healing Pills while maximizing profit.

“Hah!”

Jun Changxiao leaned back with both hands behind his head. “Forgot to remind them not to tell outsiders that I refined the pills.”

This concern was unnecessary. Ai Shangni was a shrewd businessman. Without his authorization, he absolutely wouldn’t reveal it—afraid of competitors intercepting the deal, after all.

“Tomorrow I’ll summon the disciples and distribute the pills, giving everyone one each.”

Having spent so much money to refine so many pills, Jun Changxiao hoped both he and his disciples would become stronger. Otherwise, how could they become the strongest sect within a hundred years?

After staying in the study for a while, he returned to his bedroom, sat cross-legged on the bed, and circulated the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Scripture, beginning to absorb heaven and earth spiritual energy.

Possessing high-grade spiritual roots, his speed in absorbing and refining spiritual energy was faster. The benefit this brought was that the energy accumulation speed of his dantian’s qi spiral would also accelerate.

At this point, even without relying on the system’s upgrade function, his realm advancement wouldn’t be slower than Li Qingyang’s.

After several spiritual root transformations, Grand Sect Master Jun had finally shed his mundane roots and gloriously become a decent genius.

This was just the beginning.

Jun Changxiao’s goal was—Divine-grade spiritual roots!

After two hours of cultivation, it was already late at night outside. Jun Changxiao idly opened his attribute panel and clicked on the Basic Shop.

Rows of goods appeared. After browsing through them, he found nothing useful, so he decisively scrolled down to refresh.

“Ding! Sect achievement points: 185/500.”

Newly appearing goods of various categories emerged. As Jun Changxiao scanned through them one by one, he suddenly shot up with a “whoosh,” his eyes flashing with excitement!

In the second-to-last row, the final slot’s item was—Modified QBU-88 Sniper Rifle!

Gun!

Sniper rifle!!

A domestically produced sniper rifle!!!

Jun Changxiao was extremely excited, yet somewhat incredulous. “I refreshed a sniper rifle? I refreshed a sniper rifle!”

“Ahaha!”

“Ahahahaha!”

His laughter broke the quiet of the night, waking all the sleeping disciples. They all wondered in confusion, “Where’s that goose honking coming from?”

The system couldn’t help but complain, “Only a 0.1% probability, and you still managed to refresh this—host has dog shit luck.”

Casually refreshing and directly getting a sniper rifle—truly heaven-defying luck!

Jun Changxiao calmed down. Without bothering with the system, he excitedly clicked on the detailed description—

“Item: Modified QBU-88 Sniper Rifle.”

“Description: Prototype is the Chinese military sniper rifle. After modification, it’s suitable for high-martial worlds. Uses crystal cores to condense bullets for long-range precision shooting.”

“Effects: Fast firing rate, long range, strong penetration.”

“Duration: Permanent.”

“Drawbacks: Although modified, bullet capacity is only 10 rounds. Moreover, the recoil is significant. Must be supported on the ground for shooting—otherwise use with extreme caution!”

“Price: 100 contribution points.”

Seeing the price, Jun Changxiao’s eyes widened. “One modified sniper rifle is actually equivalent to two bottles of Aptitude Transformation Liquid!”

The system said, “Host can choose not to buy.”

“If I don’t buy this, my head must have been kicked by a donkey!” Even as Jun Changxiao spoke, his consciousness had already clicked on purchase.

“Ding! Host has spent 100 contribution points to obtain Modified QBU-88 Sniper Rifle ×1. It has been transferred to the spatial ring.”

“Ding! Sect contribution points: 85/500.”

Before the notification finished, Jun Changxiao had already pulled out the Type 88 sniper rifle. The gun was nearly a meter long, very heavy and substantial. Even more impressive—the gun body was spray-painted in camouflage green!

“Swish!”

With a thought, he removed the modified eight-times scope and locked it into the scope mount.

Jun Changxiao held it up with his left hand, braced it with his right, closed his left eye, and pressed his right eye to the lens. “A man should play with sniper rifles!”