Chapter 49: Silent Lake
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But now that he was actually here, holding a pill made by a real-world cultivator, he felt the weight of it. "If people can make something like this," thought as he rolled the bottle again, "then the fastest way to get rich in this world is absolutely alchemy. No debate. If I learn how to make even one basic healing pill, and max produce it. I could probably buy a house made of gold."
He let out another soft grunt as the idea hit him harder. His steps quickened as the excitement rushed through him like a warm breeze. He was already imagining shelves filled with bottles, glowing cauldrons, and him laughing with a big pouch of spirit stones.
Then he paused mid-step, and squinted at the horizon.
"Was it called the Pill Pagoda…? Or the Pill Tower… Pill Factory?" he muttered quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Iron Vein Spirit Palace is huge. They must have something for pills… no way they don't."
