"Will there be any trouble? If it's dangerous, then forget it."
Upon hearing the words 'Elixir Hall,' Chu Zheng immediately spoke up. If there were elixirs available, it would indeed be an added bonus; if not, it wouldn't be a significant loss.
If it meant risking Fu Quanliang's life, then it really wouldn't be worth it.
"This matter isn't difficult; several of the attendants in the Elixir Hall are old friends of mine, from the same batch when we joined the sect. There's no major problem," he said.
Fu Quanliang shook his head. If it were really dangerous, he wouldn't consider doing it.
No matter how experienced an alchemist was, a one-hundred percent success rate could never be guaranteed.
Generally speaking, if three portions of ingredients yielded two successful batches of pills, with about a seventy percent chance, then one is considered a qualified alchemist.
For a large sect like the Phantom Spirit Sect, the number of waste elixirs produced daily was astonishingly high.
