Changsun family, Fu Ji Pavilion.
Changsun Changkong was chatting with an old man over tea.
"By the way, I heard that the Breaking Spirit Pill at the Ziyan Tower was appraised by Mr. Wangyou?"
Changsun Changkong refilled the old man's tea cup and asked with a smile.
"Yes." Wangyou nodded and chuckled, "The head of Ziyan Tower and I had a chance encounter back then. When he found me this time, I helped him out of convenience."
"What do you think of the Breaking Spirit Pill, Mr. Wangyou?" Changsun Changkong asked.
"It is indeed an extremely rare Heaven-grade ninth-rank Breaking Spirit Pill. Moreover, I see that this pill seems to have been refined not long ago. I suppose the cultivation world has gained another alchemy master."
Wangyou always had a benevolent demeanor. "If I have the chance to meet him someday, I must invite him to be a guest at my Piaoxue Pavilion."
Changsun Changkong showed surprise. "Refined not long ago? I never imagined such a formidable figure would appear in the capital."
Wangyou grunted, "I am here this time to fulfill a seven-year agreement."
As he spoke, Wangyou took out a dark porcelain bottle from his robes. "I have studied this pill for six years and only managed to replicate it a few months ago."
Wangyou sighed. "The legendary genius of the Changsun family, who was once hailed as the 'Pill King,' had a simple formula for this pill, yet it is extremely difficult to refine."
Changsun Changkong quickly took the porcelain bottle, his eyes lighting up with joy.
"However, I am a bit curious, what is the use of this pill?" Wangyou asked. "Although this pill is difficult to refine, in my opinion, it is a waste pill."
Changsun Changkong put away the porcelain bottle and replied to Wangyou, "Having you help refine this pill was merely to honor our ancestors."
Wangyou smiled slightly but asked no further questions.
After all, it was a matter for the Changsun family. He was just an alchemist from Piaoxue Pavilion. He came to the capital seven years ago and promised Changsun Changkong that he would help refine this pill.
"I will take my leave tomorrow," Wangyou said. "Thank you, Patriarch Changsun, for your hospitality these past two days."
"Grandfather!"
At this moment, Changsun Han's angry voice was heard from outside Fu Ji Pavilion.
Changsun Changkong frowned, looking at the furious Changsun Han who rushed in. He rebuked, "You scoundrel, can't you see Mr. Wangyou is here?"
Seeing Changsun Changkong's anger, Changsun Han's bravado immediately subsided. "Changsun Han greets Mr. Wangyou."
"Hehe."
Wangyou waved his hand. "Young Changsun is spirited and vigorous. It's alright."
"Why are you here so late? What's the matter?" Changsun Changkong knew Changsun Han must have a reason for coming at this hour.
"Mr. Wangyou, have you heard of the Nine Yuan Pill?"
Changsun Han respectfully asked Wangyou.
"Of course, I have," Wangyou replied with a smile. "The Nine Yuan Pill is a sacred medicine for healing, but its refining method has long been lost. Even Piaoxue Pavilion does not have the prescription."
"Why would young friend mention this pill so suddenly?"
Changsun Han hadn't expected the Nine Yuan Pill to be real. Could it be that the pill Ye Kunlun had was genuine?
However, after hearing Wangyou's subsequent words, he dismissed his doubts.
If even Piaoxue Pavilion didn't have the prescription, the pill in Ye Kunlun's hand must be fake.
"I met someone tonight who has a Nine Yuan Pill in his possession."
Changsun Han replied.
"What?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Wangyou stood up abruptly, his eyes showing excitement. "Young friend, is what you said true?"
Seeing Wangyou's excitement, Changsun Changkong said to Changsun Han, "Tell us what happened, one by one."
Changsun Han recounted what had happened that night.
"Hmph!"
After listening, Changsun Changkong was full of surprise. He hadn't expected Black Gold Capital to give the Baima Club to Ye Kunlun.
He was even more surprised that Ye Kunlun was responsible for the fireworks display across the city tonight.
"This brat is simply too arrogant!" Changsun Changkong's face was somewhat displeased.
"Grandfather, do you know what Tang Zhuozhuo said? She said Ye Kunlun is her fiancé!"
Thinking of this, Changsun Han was furious.
"Hm?" Changsun Changkong raised his eyebrows, showing shock. "What did you say? He is Tang Zhuozhuo's fiancé?"
"Yes, yes!"
Changsun Han was startled by his grandfather's shocked expression. "Grandfather, is there a problem?"
"Impossible, how can that be?!" Changsun Changkong frowned deeply.
Didn't Ye Kunlun have an engagement with his precious granddaughter, Changsun Qingwan? How could he possibly be engaged to Tang Zhuozhuo as well!
Changsun Changkong felt that there must be something strange about this matter.
Wangyou, standing beside them, was not interested in Tang Zhuozhuo's marriage, but was fixated on the Nine Yuan Pill.
"Young friend, where is this Ye Kunlun you mentioned now?" Wangyou inquired.
"Replying to you, sir, he will go to the Tang family tomorrow morning. I want to ask you to help appraise if the Nine Yuan Pill in his hand is real."
Changsun Han stated his purpose.
"Good!"
Upon hearing this, Wangyou agreed without hesitation.
Whether Ye Kunlun's Nine Yuan Pill was real or fake, he had to be involved in anything related to the Nine Yuan Pill.
"Sir, Changsun Han has an impudent request."
A fierce glint flashed in Changsun Han's eyes. "If the Nine Yuan Pill in his possession is real, I implore you, sir..."
Wangyou's expression turned somewhat displeased.
Changsun Han was actually asking him to falsify it. If word got out, the reputation of Piaoxue Pavilion would surely be ruined!
"Nonsense!" Changsun Changkong withdrew his thoughts and angrily rebuked Changsun Han. "Mr. Wangyou, please do not take offense."
"Grandfather!"
Changsun Han's eyes reddened. "I was humiliated by that brat multiple times today. If I don't avenge this, I swear I will not be human!"
"Mr. Wangyou, if you help me with this matter, that Nine Yuan Pill will be your reward."
Changsun Han added.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Wangyou's expression showed some emotion, clearly attracted by the Nine Yuan Pill.
"Mr. Wangyou, think about it. If the Nine Yuan Pill is real, once you obtain it, you will surely be able to deduce the prescription, wouldn't that be a great merit for Piaoxue Pavilion?"
Seeing that Wangyou had not refused, Changsun Han knew there was a chance and quickly fanned the flames.
Changsun Changkong remained silent.
"Let this old man consider this carefully."
After a moment, Wangyou replied.
Changsun Changkong stood up, glanced at his grandson, and then said to Wangyou, "I shall not disturb you further. Please rest early tonight, sir!"
——
The next morning, as soon as Ye Kunlun finished breakfast.
He heard Tang Tangtang's chattering voice outside the door, "Big sister, you came to pick up that scoundrel, why did you drag me over?"
"Do you still want Lei Ju to come out?"
"He's not letting him go!"
"You call him a scoundrel again and again. If it were me, I wouldn't let him go either. You should beg him properly today!"
"I, I will never beg him!"
"Then let Lei Ju stay inside."
Ye Kunlun was somewhat speechless. The two sisters spoke completely without regard for him, their words reaching his ears word for word.
He had inquired about Lei Ju. However, this person was as silent as a clam, not saying a word.
Since Xue Shou Wu Chang had not returned, Ye Kunlun naturally would not release the person.
Ye Kunlun shook his head and walked towards the door.