The more Han Yu thought about it the more excited he got.
"If I can raise the purity," Han Yu thought, "or refine two or three pills at once in a single batch, I can double or triple my profits."
He looked down at his hand, still faintly tingling from channeling spirit sense for hours.
"This… this could be my foundation."
Not just as a Soul Cultivator or a schemer in the shadows, but as an Alchemist.
A proper path, a trade, a means of gaining resources while building influence in the sect.
He grinned.
"Time to buy more herbs."
With the fresh thrill of success still coursing through him, Han Yu stepped out of the exchange pavilion and made a beeline straight for the Herb Procurement Pavilion.
