Chapter 43: Song Yuanqiao’s Troubles

This posture made Lin Yang stop in his tracks, looking at Song Qingshu with a puzzled expression: “Senior Brother Song, it has been a while since we last met.

Is there something on your mind?”

“It’s like this, Junior Brother Qingyang,” Song Qingshu bit his lip and said, “I noticed you’ve been refining quite a few pills recently.

Right now, the demand for Blood and Qi Pills on Wudang Mountain is growing larger and larger.

My father often finds himself overwhelmed dealing with it.

However… no matter what we do, the pills we refine can never meet the demands of all the disciples.

I wanted to see if you have any way to solve this?”

Song Qingshu’s words brought a subtle nod from Lin Yang.

The demand for Blood and Qi Pills on Wudang Mountain was well within his expectations.

After all, once he distributed that basic internal cultivation technique, the numerous Wudang disciples practicing it could no longer rely solely on food to sustain their increased need for Blood and Qi.

Although procuring the raw herbs wasn’t difficult given Wudang’s prestigious standing as a pillar of the martial arts world, turning those herbs into pills was no easy feat.

From what he knew, there were only a handful of people on Wudang Mountain dedicated to refining pills.

If those few followed traditional alchemy methods, their daily output was bound to be extremely limited.

Furthermore, judging by the Wudang Blood and Qi Pills Lin Yang had taken before, their formulas were rather complex.

This added even more difficulty to the refining process, causing a shortage in production and naturally worsening Wudang Mountain’s deficit.

To increase the production of Blood and Qi Pills on Wudang Mountain, Lin Yang pondered for a brief moment.

Combining his recent pill-refining experience, the basic alchemy knowledge provided by the Scholar System, and the industrial drug production methods he recalled from his past life, Lin Yang gradually formed an idea.

Looking at Song Qingshu, whose face was filled with expectation, Lin Yang smiled: “Senior Brother Song, I do have a few thoughts.

Why don’t I go with you to see the Sect Leader?

We can see if my idea is feasible.”

Song Qingshu’s eyes lit up: “Junior Brother Qingyang, do you really have a way?”

Lin Yang nodded and took the lead walking toward the Zhenwu Main Hall: “Don’t worry, Senior Brother Song.

Implementing my idea won’t be difficult.

We just need to give it a try.”

“That’s fantastic!” Song Qingshu followed eagerly behind Lin Yang.

The two arrived at the Zhenwu Main Hall.

The main hall was as bustling as ever, with Wudang disciples coming and going continuously.

Entering an alcove inside the hall, they saw several Wudang disciples reporting their work to Song Yuanqiao.

Having not seen Song Yuanqiao for a few months, Lin Yang noticed a few more strands of white hair on his head and a weary expression on his face.

It was clear that Wudang’s heavy workload had exhausted the Sect Leader.

Hearing movement at the door, Song Yuanqiao frowned and looked over.

When he saw Lin Yang, his knitted brows softened slightly.

Completely ignoring Song Qingshu behind him, he raised a hand to pause the disciples’ reports.

Song Yuanqiao spoke warmly: “Nephew Qingyang, what brings you to see me today?

Is something the matter?”

Before Lin Yang could speak, Song Qingshu rushed forward from behind him: “Father! Junior Brother Qingyang has a method to increase the yield of our Blood and Qi Pills! I had a hard time convincing him to share it!”

Song Qingshu spoke boastfully in front of Song Yuanqiao, practically begging for praise.

“Silence! How can you blurt out such things carelessly?” Song Yuanqiao stood up abruptly, subconsciously glancing at the other disciples in the alcove.

Realizing that these disciples were core members who already knew the pill situation well, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, Wudang Mountain’s capacity to mass-produce Blood and Qi Pills was not something to be leaked lightly.

He waved his hand, signaling the other disciples to step out.

Understanding that the incoming conversation was beyond their rank, the disciples bowed respectfully, exited, and gently closed the door behind them.

Once they left, Song Yuanqiao put on a stern face and scolded Song Qingshu: “Look at where you are!

How can you blurt out whatever enters your head?

What if those disciples accidentally leaked this secret?

What if other sects found out that Wudang is secretly refining Blood and Qi Pills in mass quantities?

What if you exposed the internal cultivation technique Nephew Qingyang created earlier?

As the chief disciple among Wudang’s third generation, do you lack even this basic sense of discretion?”

Song Yuanqiao’s barrage of reprimands brought a look of grievance to Song Qingshu’s face.

His eyes turned red, and tears almost welled up.

Lin Yang stepped forward hurriedly to intercede: “Sect Leader, please calm your anger.

Senior Brother Song was merely eager to take credit.

Seeing how much you’ve worried over the pill situation—to the point of growing white hair—he felt distressed for you and spoke without thinking.

Please forgive him.”

Looking at his son’s aggrieved face, Song Yuanqiao realized he might have been too harsh.

Softening his posture, he waved his hand: “Fine.

I know you were anxious to contribute.

Just be careful next time, and don’t blurt out sensitive matters so casually.”

Turning back to Lin Yang, Song Yuanqiao’s tone instantly softened: “Nephew Qingyang, you’ve been practicing the Pure Element Technique lately, haven’t you?

How is it progressing?

Are there any difficulties?

Although I haven’t practiced that specific manual, I can still offer you some guidance.”

Lin Yang shook his head: “Rest assured, Sect Leader.

I have already completed the preliminary stage of the Pure Element Technique and haven’t encountered any obstacles for now.”

As for his creation of a brand-new iteration of the Pure Element Technique built upon the foundation of the Pure Yang and Pure Element techniques, he didn’t plan to explain it to Song Yuanqiao.

After what happened with the basic internal cultivation technique last time, Lin Yang had learned to be more cautious.

He intended to only explain this to Zhang Sanfeng the next time they met and seek his advice.

As for anyone else, including his master Yu Daiyan, Lin Yang preferred to keep quiet for now.

Song Yuanqiao nodded.

In his view, with his master guiding him, Lin Yang truly didn’t need much input from him in that regard.

He then asked impatiently: “That’s good.

Earlier, Qingshu mentioned you have a way to increase Wudang Mountain’s output of Blood and Qi Pills?

Is this true?” As Song Yuanqiao reached the end of his sentence, an unmistakable edge of urgency filled his voice.