143: Rare Occupation: Alchemist

Yang Yi was dumbfounded upon hearing this.

This wasn't something he could just give away.

His investment points simply couldn't convert that much.

But in front of Haitang, he couldn't say he didn't have it.

He could only say that he would refine it as soon as possible.

After sending Haitang away, Yang Yi immediately opened the System Mall.

The current solution was to find the Medicinal Pill's formula.

After searching for a while in the System Mall, Yang Yi finally found the Medicinal Pill's formula.

However, it required 100 investment points.

Currently, Yang Yi only had 10 investment points.

He was still short 90 investment points.

These 90 investment points were too difficult to acquire.

Yang Yi's usual tasks only gave a maximum of 5 investment points.

It would take an eternity to accumulate 90.

Moreover, he couldn't wait that long.

What should he do?

Yang Yi spread his hands, pacing anxiously in the courtyard.

Just then, Yang Ming arrived.

Some things could only be discussed with Yang Ming.

Yang Yi pulled Yang Ming in front of him and told him to sit down.

It was the first time Yang Ming had been treated this way by Yang Yi.

He felt a little apprehensive, unsure what Yang Yi wanted to do.

However, looking at Yang Yi, it certainly wasn't good news.

"Godfather, do you have something difficult on your mind?"

"Whatever it is, just tell me."

"Even if it means my death, I won't hesitate."

Yang Yi waved his hand, saying with a headache, "It's not about making you die."

"But if this matter isn't resolved, our entire Yang family will perish."

Yang Ming was startled.

"What matter is so serious?"

Yang Yi cleared his throat, saying somewhat awkwardly, "You know that Diancang Sect and the people from the other Sects tolerated Wang Xifeng's death because they wanted the Medicinal Pills in my possession."

Yang Ming nodded.

He knew that.

Haitang had made it perfectly clear.

"The problem now is that the Medicinal Pills have an issue."

Hearing Yang Yi say this, Yang Ming was slightly stunned.

The Medicinal Pills had an issue?

What kind of issue?

Was it that he couldn't refine them, or that he didn't have enough Materials?

If it was a lack of Materials, he could discuss it with the people from the other Sects.

Presumably, they would give him some time, and perhaps even help Yang Yi collect Materials.

However, Yang Yi's next words left him dumbfounded.

"I can't produce that many Medicinal Pills right now."

"It's not a refining issue."

"Nor is it a Materials issue."

"I just can't produce that many Medicinal Pills."

What kind of talk was that?

It wasn't this problem, nor was it that problem.

So what exactly was the problem?

Was he trying to renege, or did he just not want to give them?

Yang Ming was baffled by Yang Yi's words.

He thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "You don't want to give them, do you?"

"It's not that I don't want to give them, but that I don't have them."

"Don't have them? Then when will you have them?" Yang Ming asked again.

Yang Yi stroked his chin, estimating the time, and said vaguely, "At least a few years, I suppose."

Yang Ming swallowed, remaining silent for a long time.

A few years?

This clearly meant he didn't want to give them.

He quickly advised Yang Yi, "Godfather, you can't not give them."

"Offending one Diancang Sect is enough for us to suffer."

"If you offend all Twelve Sects, then who will help us?"

"Haitang has expended a lot of energy for your sake."

"Even for her, we should gather the items for her as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, it really won't be good."

"Yes, I know it won't be good."

"That's why I came to discuss it with you."

Yang Ming wished he could disappear into the ground.

Discussing such a matter with him?

What solution could he possibly have?

The Medicinal Pills weren't his, and he wasn't an Alchemist.

Thinking of Alchemist, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"I wonder what exactly is wrong with the Medicinal Pills?"

Yang Yi pondered, "It's not a big problem."

"It's just that I don't have the Medicinal Pill's formula, so I can't refine them."

Yang Ming was dumbfounded.

Was this not a problem?

This was the biggest problem.

If he had the formula, everything would be easy.

Without the formula, wasn't he just deceiving people?

He wanted to ask, "If you don't have the formula, how did you get your Medicinal Pills?"

But the words caught in his throat.

After a moment of silence, Yang Ming said, "Why don't we find a group of Alchemists and have them study it for us?"

"You still have Medicinal Pills in your possession, don't you?"

"Perhaps they can research the Medicinal Pill's formula."

"Can the Alchemists we find be trusted?" Yang Yi's question made Yang Ming fall into deep thought.

This matter was hard to say.

He made a throat-slitting gesture, his voice a bit cold.

"Whether they can research it or not, we will give it to them then."

Yang Yi stood up and paced for a moment, then stopped and looked at Yang Ming with a chuckle.

"We can't handle this kind of thing well."

"You call Haitang over."

Yang Ming looked bewildered.

He wanted Haitang to handle this.

But entrusting the matter to Haitang, wouldn't he have to reveal everything to her?

Would Haitang be furious if she knew about this?

Would she spread the news?

Although Haitang had helped the Yang family a lot, who knew what Haitang's true intentions were?

"Go on."

"What are you standing there for?"

Hearing Yang Yi's words, Yang Ming hesitated, saying, "What if Haitang turns against us?"

"I think we should resolve this matter ourselves."

"Resolve it ourselves?"

"Can you find powerful Alchemists?" Yang Yi's single sentence left Yang Ming speechless.

Indeed, Alchemists were a rare profession.

Not even one could be found in the entire Tian Yuan City.

Where would he find them?

Only someone like Haitang could find them.

When Haitang arrived at the Yang family, Yang Ming had already explained the general situation to her.

Haitang arrived with anger, wishing she could devour Yang Yi.

This guy was truly a deceiver, making her spin in circles.

Now what?

If he couldn't produce the Medicinal Pills, not only would the Yang family be unlucky, but she would also suffer.

"You're really something."

The moment Haitang saw Yang Yi, she angrily pointed at him.

Yang Yi, however, had a peaceful mindset.

Since things had come to this, at most, they would just have a few more enemies.

If worst came to worst, they would just run away with the Yang family members, as they had previously suggested.

"Speak."

"What do you want me to do?"

Haitang sat opposite Yang Yi, glaring fiercely at him.

Yang Yi smiled, pouring her a cup of tea.

"Don't be angry yet."

"Actually, this matter is quite simple."

"I still have Medicinal Pills in my hand."

"You can find some Alchemists to come over and have them study the Medicinal Pills' ingredients."

"Then, they can figure out the Medicinal Pill's formula."

"That way, we'll have enough Medicinal Pills, won't we?"

"To show my sincerity, once the formula is researched, it can all be given to you."

"You don't need to share profits with me."

"Consider this formula my gift to you."