Chapter 803: Chapter 737: Qilin Valley’s Pill School

Leaving the courtyard gate, the two of them walked straight ahead.

After passing through a narrow alley, they entered a rather spacious pavilion.

At the pavilion entrance, a few servants and Attendants were standing.

Seeing Qu Zhongjin come over, the people standing at the door hurriedly lowered their heads and saluted.

Shen Han also noticed that the people here seemed to judge others by their clothes.

The Alchemists of Qilin Valley dressed somewhat similarly, but the outer robes of Alchemists at each level still had some subtle differences, so that others could clearly distinguish them.

They walked in and went up to the second floor.

The second floor seemed to be a teahouse; at the moment, three Alchemists were leisurely drinking tea there.

Seeing Qu Zhongjin bring a young man over, the expressions on the three faces changed slightly.

Their originally good mood seemed to have been suddenly spoiled.

"How come you’re drinking tea without calling this old man, just know how to enjoy yourselves~"

Qu Zhongjin said with a teasing tone, and when they heard this, the other three chuckled a few times.

"You, Master Zhongjin, are so busy—this month, isn’t it already the fifth time you’ve refined Pills?

Busy every single day, how would we dare disturb Master Zhongjin~"

There was a faint note of mockery in the words as well.

Qu Zhongjin, however, seemed to rather enjoy being spoken of this way.

"Since you’ve come today, is it that Master Zhongjin has some troublesome matter to throw at us again?"

One of them wore a smile on his face, but his tone held some displeasure.

"Nothing so troublesome, just a small matter, a small matter.

This old man owed someone a favor from his early years of training outside.

Today, that person wants me to repay that favor."

As he spoke, Qu Zhongjin raised his hand and pointed at Shen Han.

"You three Masters also know, my disciples are already full to capacity. Which Master could lend a hand and take him in.

No need for any special care—just treat him as you would normally.

If he can’t pass the test next year, then let him go."

Even with Shen Han standing right there, Qu Zhongjin showed no scruples and still spoke casually.

There was even a hint of dislike in his words.

Hearing this, the three Masters around them all let out a cold snort.

"Old Qu, you’ve never been decent about this. Every time you send us disciples who are as dumb as bricks.

Those genius disciples under your name, how come you never let us take any of them?

We can only take in a few disciples each year, and by year’s end, we end up accepting all the ones you don’t want?"

One of the Masters replied irritably, his dissatisfaction expressed quite directly.

"If you don’t want to take him, just turn him away. What are you throwing this stupid lump at us for?"

Qu Zhongjin didn’t get angry; the four of them were probably quite familiar with each other, and their speech was casual.

"This old man has no choice either. A favor owed must be repaid.

Taking on a disciple is still better than having this old man make them an Assist Star Pill, isn’t it."

Though they were unhappy, for some reason—perhaps pressure from above—after rolling their eyes, they didn’t continue to argue.

"That one called Shen Yun, from now on you’ll follow Master Gan. Do odd jobs, learn properly on your own, and don’t hold Master Gan back.

Also, remember to tell Si Zhi that this old man has already repaid that favor.

This old man is quite busy these days; tell him there’s no need to send a sound-transmission to thank me, and a banquet or anything like that is even more unnecessary."

Finishing, Qu Zhongjin waved his hand, signaling Shen Han to wait downstairs in the pavilion.

He probably felt that Shen Han’s presence was affecting their chatting.

Shen Han felt nothing toward these people.

They were speaking without any politeness right to his face.

Shen Han remained indifferent in his heart. As long as it didn’t affect his core interests, he had no interest in clashing with them.

On the lower floor of the pavilion, a few bookshelves were arranged around.

On the shelves, several books were piled here and there.

These books were most likely just for decoration; from the traces it was clear they were rarely read.

Shen Han began searching and took out a few to read.

But a servant at the side kept his eyes fixed on Shen Han, for reasons unknown.

With someone staring at him like that, Shen Han found it inconvenient to extract entries.

Most of the books on the shelves were useless.

The sort of texts that bragged about Qilin Valley’s strength and contributions.

Shen Han had no interest in this kind of book.

After browsing the entire shelf, he finally found a slightly useful text.

A book with a white entry, introducing some common Pills within Qilin Valley.

They always said Pills from Qilin Valley formed their own separate system, but the Pills described in the text weren’t that different.

These Purifying Heart Pills and Blood Returning Pills—other refining methods produced Pills with the same effects as well.

Shen Han pondered for a moment; perhaps Qilin Valley’s Pills had the same functions, but differed in efficacy.

Shen Han read quite attentively and didn’t feel the time drag.

After more than a two-hour period, the four Masters upstairs seemed to have finished their conversation and came down.

Qu Zhongjin saw Shen Han, then turned his head to look to his side.

"From now on you’ll stay by Master Gan’s side. When you do things, you need to watch and learn more.

Don’t go thinking that just because you’ve read a few books and studied two Pill Formulas, you’re anything special—you’re still far from it.

With ordinary talent, don’t be full of yourself.

Don’t stand there with your mouth open, only knowing how to ask nonsense.

If you have anything, discuss it with Master Gan. This old man is busy."

Throwing out these words, Qu Zhongjin no longer paid Shen Han any attention and left directly.

The one referred to as Master Gan walked over to Shen Han, a trace of impatience in his tone.

"Let’s go."

With that, he walked ahead on his own.

Shen Han didn’t care much about this kind of treatment.

No matter what one does, one’s own self is always the most important part.

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